Encountered some nutjob in New York t'day, preachin' some claptrap abou' "joinin' t' light". Sounded a li'l Nomad-esque ta me...so I goes ta check it out. Turns out 'ees parked up at Rochester, demandin' one o' our reg'lars t' "accept t' light" ('ee didn' define wha' "t' light" was, mind yew).
So, anyways, dey's talkin'...an' dis nutter opens up on da Junka right in front o' me eyes, blowin' 'im awa' an' all. Well, as ya can guess, I got right 'acked off at dat, an' I tells 'im ta shove it. 'Ee ain't 'avin' none o' it, an' opens up on me, too! Well, I's givin' 'im back right what I's takin', but that ol' Recycler ain't made fer dogfightin'...good job I was near ta Rochester an' could make an emergency landin'.
So, anyways, yeah...we might wants ta be keepin' a look owt fer dis guy...flys some sorta GMG-made ship.
Oh, dere be some pictures what I recovered from me gun cam...seems it got a li'l beat up an' I can't find da shot o' 'im downin' da first guy...