Thought for the day: Everyone needs believe in something. I believe I'll have another drink.
Another eventful evening, I undocked and immediately found myself in a fight with a Mandalorian who decided to lure us into the worst trap I've ever seen in my life.
The "trap" turned out to be a lonely Navy pilot, which was a feeble attempt to stop the four of us.
Sure we eventually got overrun by Bounty Hunter gunboats and had to leave, but thats not important. Right?