The struggle continues. After a crushing defeat in my attempt to retake control of one of the patrols and the subsequent destruction of my shuttle, I barely escaped in an escape pod, which I managed to disguise as a piece of junk from Detroit Debris Field and flew deeper underground, where I was picked up by one of the Rogues smuggling convoys. For a couple of credits the stinkers dropped me off at Rochester and from there I had already managed to get out on my own and somehow make it to Coronado. I'm here now, waiting for the replacement for the lost freighter to arrive in the Rhino I ordered.