Wilson and I got along for a very long time. He was there when my pilot's wife died. He was there when he sold his home for a beat up old sidewinder. He was there when I upgraded to a Asp Explorer. He was there when he told me I shouldn't fly into the medium difficulty combat zone. He was there when I told him he worries too much and maybe he should just be a bobble head and let me pilot MY OWN DAMN SHIP.
But then my cockpit window blew out and as I watched Wilson drift helplessly into space, I attempted to abandon the fight and deploy my cargo scoop. But the MIG was still on my tail and he wouldn't let up. Desperately I cried out, "I'm SORRY Wilson! I'M SO-RR-RRY!!!"....I even begged for him to "come back WILSON....I'm SORRRRRRY"....
But he drifted further and further away as my ship imploded and I woke up in a hospital.
But the memory of my bobble head will never fade away.
But then my cockpit window blew out and as I watched Wilson drift helplessly into space, I attempted to abandon the fight and deploy my cargo scoop. But the MIG was still on my tail and he wouldn't let up. Desperately I cried out, "I'm SORRY Wilson! I'M SO-RR-RRY!!!"....I even begged for him to "come back WILSON....I'm SORRRRRRY"....
But he drifted further and further away as my ship imploded and I woke up in a hospital.
But the memory of my bobble head will never fade away.