I was once in Sirius, but not the Sirius I learned to know now, a feared and almost fearless fighter. But everybody just disappear and I just put myself in cryogenic sleep. When I wake up, Disco was cool again, and a lot of thing have changed.. Cap ships, VHF and to my great joy, living people!! So I took back my long brown leather coat, my black boot, my insigns, my cowboy hat, my guns (and brush all dust over these; I hate cryogenic sleep for that!) and jump into space. Crete was still a good home sweet home and I proudly wear the Corsair name upon me. Some Corsair fellow bro helped me and was back on the track.
Corsair to the roots, from the boots to hat and deep in my heart. No quarter, no fear (but a bit realistic!). My swift and sharp sword by my side and a stock of rum on the cockpit!
Salute to the trues Corsairs, B.S. fearless fighters payed by the French Crown!