"Hull at fifty percent"

"Yeah, yeah, I know - that'll be those raiders cutting a dirty great hole in my ship, which you neglected to warn me about, stupid machine".

Looking over to the old, battered nameplate on the wall, 'Bergbauer', Edward - Eddie to his one friend - shook his head with a sigh.

"I had a decent run I guess..."

Grabbing the nearest heavy thing nearby, a mini ion wrench, he left the engine room and went to meet whatever fate had in store.

At the main junction of the Anaconda, he spotted the spiked silhouette of a raider. Sidling up against the wall, he hefted the tool, shrugged and drove it through the back of the invader's skull.

"Huh, that was easier than I thought..."

Stopping only to collect the raider's dropped P-15 pistol, Edward strode on towards the breach in his hull, laying waste to any raiders he came across.



Look, nowhere is truly safe in the bubble. But there's one little corner, near a pristine ring and a Coriolis station that is surprisingly peaceful. Eddie's mini ion wrench made sure of that, so they say. The rest is the stuff of local legend - some of it might be true, a lot is probably exaggeration.