The pieces have finally fallen into place. I can rest easy knowing my livelihood will either thrive or be avenged.
I have been busy as of late. By the time you read this, I am like a brother to all criminal factions operating in Liberty space. I am a Lane Hacker first; but I have brawled alongside Rogues, danced beside Outcasts, and... scavenged amidst Junkers. (Note to self: find better term.)
The Dagger handles well. Her deftness has saved me many times when daring too close, or too long at a Liberty station and seeing the Cavalry run in. She still needs a name; I'm born lucky but there are some curses even luck can't overcome.
Every belly of every ship I tear open with my Hellflurries contains the sweetest prize of all: justice. It drifts before me and patiently waits for me to pick it out of the void. My steed feasts until she has had her fill; then the rest is incinerated, lest it fall back into the jaws of the corporate swine.
Must find more Cardamine. Supplies running low. It is delicious. It hones senses I never knew I had, shines a star where there was only darkness in my mind. The synthpot I picked up from the Rogues (Not cheap! Must find better source.) steadies the withdrawl and makes it somewhat manageable.
However, hotboxing my cockpit is probably more dangerous than it's worth.
More to come. El Hura out.
PS: Viva Lucha!
...encryption.in.progress...hack terminated...
For profit. For justice. For vengeance.
For Lucha Libre.