I've often times wondered how normal people relax.

Normal now that in it's self is some thing I could wonder about for years and never come any closer to grasping. My life has always seemed to stray so far away from any thing normal I honestly think I'm afraid of normality as it seems to fear me. Lord knows I've tried my damnedest to be like every one else, yes at this point I've tried it all. Find a nice female, make some kids, have a normal job, but haha... Like every thing else I just seem to destroy or kill it all away.

"Fuck it" I mumbled under my breath as in one fluid motion I slid the slide back on the small handgun I'd been meticulously cleaning for the past half hour while I steeled my nerves for the things ahead of me.

It would seem no matter what that one can not hide forever. It's been said every one is given a life, but most never live that life. All I know is that I feel a part of me die every day I spend in this wasteland, it's time to face life once more. And to live the hell outta it or die trying.

Wonder what they've got planned this time.

I saw the blip but I honestly didn't believe it. I ran my checks...

*Ident: Confirmed*
*Encryption: Code Level, Key and Depth Valid*

Always knew he was coming round again eventually, just never thought I'd see eventually.

Swung my ship around, boosted toward HQ. Not CLM HQ, THE HQ. The machine is almost ready to roll, and the last pin just landed in place.

I screamed in a bit faster than I should have. Gonna take a week for the bots to scrape the gouge outa the floor. Pretty sure it shook the station, because when I crashed through the lounge door I ran smack into the business end of several very large weapons. Doesn't bother me none, I couldn't stop smiling.

My old friends lowered their guns, mysty shaking her head in obvious irritation.

"Well," Shape asks me, "Why'd I almost shoot you?"

I let it hang there, trying not giggle like a schoolgirl. Holden couldn't help it though, he just started laughing at me!

"Yeah," I told them, "Borb's back."

Yarrr :D

Stop the Trader Menace.

Join [CLM].

Buy a 'taur 3. Its just a mid range trade ship . Shoot .

My knuckles cracked loudly as I flexed my hands around the ship's controls. The twin joysticks, rubber grommets cracked from years of abrupt dodging manoeuvres were still able to move freely. Other than some superficial corrosion the years had been kind to my ship.

I pondered giving her a name. She had been a good ship but I didn't care for sentimentality. Ship names were for traders and I was certainly no trader.

I fired up the onboard system and was pleasantly surprised to see the BLAK login was still viable. Clearly the hidden base had not been compromised in the years since I "retired".

Pity I couldn't say the same for my home, which was destroyed by raiders from a guild I did not recognise. I don't think I was their target. The damage they did to the city was not focused around my home. That does not matter, for it was still an offence, and I will not let that go unpunished. Humanity used to teach eye for an eye. I don't follow those rules. If I take both my opponent's eyes, then he is unable to take mine.

I didn't expect to see anyone else logged in, as BLAK had officially disbanded years ago. I checked the active guild members screen.

"Well bugger me.... G'day you glorious bastards"

Whaddayamean, "disbanded"? Still there!
<---- seee?

Say bye-bye to your parody, genka.

Wait, what? I dunngetit.