Having piloted an Anaconda for quite some time, I felt like something was missing. Life as a pilot out in the void started to feel mundane and usual. So I headed back to the garage and took the covers off my old Cobra... *whistle* hot damn. Now there's a beaut I haven't seen in a long time. She was smooth to the touch and just waiting to be taken out for a ride once more. Without delay, I hopped into the pilot seat and... zzzzZZZZ BAM! 0 to 500 whiplash into my pilot seat, hot damn this girl has kick! Took her for a race around the rings of Rhea 6 and she flew through and true. Suddenly I received a distress call and came to the aid of a stranded pilot whose ship was destroyed by the hands of a local tyrant. After I dropped him off at the local station, I assured the pilot justice will be served. I proceeded to head out into the void and tracked down the tyrant, lurking about from the comfort of his dropship. I engaged stealth mode and silently crept up behind him. Before he knew it, he was space dust.
I feel young again and it's damn good to be back!
I feel young again and it's damn good to be back!