Joining the grey-hairs now, CMDR Mike Probably saw the game change.

Saw his game change. Flying the old Cobra decades ago, he reached the elusive Elite rank, facing pirates and, later then, Thargoids. Stepped back into the cockpit much later and had to brush of too much rust. The reflexes of a young man were gone. The longing for the witch lights and the silence of the black were not.

Skeptical of the powers that be, he took what was offered, set out, joined the ranks again exploring, asking, thinking. And sometimes, brushing off the dust of his badge, wondering what it still means. If we still honor the code. Being Elite, flying dangerously.