I had a plan, finally. To build a small fleet, and utilise it to its fullest potential. I travelled to every corner in search of something. On my journey,. I purchased a Chimera from the vaguely familiar ship dealer of Capua Station. Outfitting it with the best equipment money could buy, this would be the ship that Freelancers and Clans everywhere would fear. After parking it in an undisclosed location. The voice told me I need to think more... bigger. And I know what it meant by that. I added a Liberty Dreadnaught to my small fleet. The firepower and size alone would strike terror into the hearts of anybody. But then the voice attempted to clarify
He told me I was a dumb fool as there wouldn’t be enough space for me to transport vast quantities of stolen liquor across the Galaxy. He told me the best idea would be to purchase a Soulforge train. Sure, it has next to no defenses and is capable of being torn apart by even the weakest of ships. Which is why I needed help. I needed a protege, a second listener to the voice in my head
But before I even thought of recruitment for my purpose, I still needed something to complete my new fleet. A freighter, a combat worthy freighter. In case everything goes to mud and I’m hunted by every living soul in the Galaxy. I had to go back to the Mercy Dark to obtain an extremely rare Antares Freighter.
Listening to my voice again, I ventured through the depths of space attacking any police, any lawful corporation I could find. Planting bombs on several minor planets in key colony systems, it gives them a brief idea for the plans my voice has for the galaxy. Finally entering the Sigma-17, with my ship covered in black smoke and the smell of burnt metal, I headed back to the empty base of the Mercy Dark, unaware that there was another presence on the station.
