I gave them a deal. They let me leave, I offer 50 million credits and a case full of the finest Custodian Whiskey a man could get practically for free. However, most Freelancers I have recently learnt fight for honour, for integrity. Well that and the bounty on my head was much higher. I was ruthlessly shot down and my Antares, and my entire hold of Whiskey was destroyed.
But, I somehow managed to escape. Multiple burns and scrapes ravaged my body as my escape pod flew away from the hunters and onto Planet Crossfire.
In a desperate attempt to not enter Sigma-17 empty-handed, I stole a ship from a man who was in our clan. Stealing the |DP|Lucifer, a Chimera with an adequate load out, I managed to sneak back into custodian, get a small load of Whiskey and attempted to run again back through Omicron Alpha. It was there that the hunters had learnt I was yet again at large and