The tall gray-coated man stepped out from his spatial and started to walk towards the great hangar door what was meant to keep the huge building closed-but as usually the door was not able to fulfill its role. The thoughs just crawled around the head of the silent walker- at least he saw it thatway, and sometimes he tried to catch them with his mono-razors. Those gestures made the grey-coated stranger look like a complete idiot. But otherwise a kind-of-dangerous-looking one. He pulled out a cigarette from the nowhere and lighted it with just smokin into it. He loved the auto-fire mechanism of the newest smoke-bars.
-sOoo...It...has...begun.........finally....we...are...there.....-tha man wisperred and stepped into the hangar
When he entered the hangar and looked around. Dozens of technicians were working on a huge vessel. It seemed they are loading it with the last required goods. Food, some consumer goods and enough stimulants to make the whole crew stay awake for a month or even more.
The gray-coated man smiled than giggled silently. For someone with his past it was quite strange feeling to stand this close to a vessel like that without beeing harmed, or under arrest.
And this time it was his own ship. He payed enough to purchase a lesser planet, and bribed almost every single officer and technician who was involved in the issue, but at the end he made it.
He purchased a Mako with valid license and permissions to operate as a full-legit private-squadron, and it was almost fully operational. A few weeks later ,after spending another significant pile of credits on it- the ship was ready for battles again...filled with resources and mats to operate for weeks if needed, but lacking the most important thing after the hull and the engines: it needed crew.
The people in the past of the gray-coated stranger were almost only criminals-and scumbags from junker bases and prisons. Excellent choice for a bloodthirsty crew, but not always if it means to serve on a BountyHunter vessel. Definately not.
Most of his former friends would instatly slay him in some extremely violent way if they would relaize what he become.
But they were under the ground for quite a long time. And the grey-coated man was still alive.
Well. More-or-less.
After he looked around on various spaceports he was able to hire 47 man. Far from beeing sufficent, but almost enough to operate his new battleship-so the gray-coated one started to plan his close-future.
But on the day when he tried to get some extra cash with keeping some strange-looking crates from a captured trader everything changed.
Those crates contained something what changed his life.
He became part of a bigger picture.
And just a week before the ship was ready he intercepted a few words form a Core leadership-transmission towards their elites :. ..... those furbags? just watch them for now. maybe they are in something....
So he prepared his ship to keep it in position. He always loved to hunt squids-so started to travel towards the Omicrons.
For now, he will be on the better side of the gun.
His cannot stand to stop smileing