* He sits down in the rather uncomfortable office chair, and begins to speak. His voice is deep, and jovial, yet betrays a deeper weariness*
" Well, before we start, would you like a drink? Aye brew it myself you know...
... No?
Well, Alright. People call me Father Gregory, Preaching being, a bit of a hobby of mine, 'long with the brewing. My real job, was fixin stuff. Small ships, appliances, stuff like that. It was hard work, but one had the joy of really doing something people would appreciate. Then again, we all know the pleasure of a bit of honest toil, no matter how much "they" claim that they hate to work. 'Course, that all changed, or I would not be here. My little repair shop just could'nt compete...with that.....souless.... Mass produced..."
*He stops here, and clenches his fists*
" I had no choice but to sell out. And when the money form that ran out.......I had to work for them. Them being BMM. I tried to keep doing what I loved, but when you work twice as hard, and can only support yourself half as much...well...."
" And then things changed. I was on one of those transports, doing repairs on some mining machinery, as we passed on through Omega three. I did not see much of what happened next, But there is one thing I know for sure: It was Hessians. Fast, skillful, it did not take them long to dismantle the escorts. Our captain was some prideful greedy thing...he would not even yield money that did not belong to him. I took the advice of those warriors of the common man, grabbed a CSV in the bay, and left. I hope as his precious Gull imploded around him, he realised the error of his ways. Then again, I could be hopelessly Naive."
*he snorts, and continues*
" They gave me some directions, and I found myself here. As for those jumpholes, the only one I know of is the one in Cambridge, F6, the one that leads to here, Omega 5. I always thought only a corsair would know the way back to that rabbit warran they call a "home".
