The breathing mask sat at his hip. A rare sight only available when he took to an occasional drink. But the bar called for his attention. Best places to find information in these parts definitely wasn't your local library. The pirate fighter he had met in Magellan had told him of this place. Well, more like demanded some creds for the location of a safe haven. But either way it works. And when your flying a large ship alone... lets just say any sort of problems and all you can do is run.
When you needed men for a ship you could almost always find someone who had lost enough creds to throw their lot in with you. With the acquisition of one less then new Rogue Gunboat off a junker and the cost of repairs. Well, he wasn't well endowed with much left. Enough to get food and hire a few of the sorry slop around to get the thing flying.
Hopefully someone in these parts is looking for a temporary escort or something. The smugglers always loved having a distraction during their runs. And as long as none of his crew was doped up he was good. Nothing against the rich mucks who took it. But he didn't need to be the slave to anyone else.
Well for now just a drink. Perhaps a name or two as well. For the lanes a plump with plunder and all I seek is a challenge.
Do not tell me I cannot have what is mine. You sink my Ship and I will raise it anew. Kill my men and I will bring more. I am more relentless then death itself.
-Iron Lord
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