There are predators and there are prey. Those who hunt and those who graze.

I am neither. I am a scavenger. I roam space and take what is left. Following the herds of miners and recovering the wrecks of belt rats. Sniffing out abandoned drones. Recovering the carcasses of those who did not survive PvP engagements. All that is lost I return to the circle. That is my purpose. That is my joy.

Bottomfeeders they call us. Thieves. Cowards. What do they know.

A scavenger needs to be smart and observant. How do you find the best roaming grounds otherwise?

He needs to be resilient. How will he survive being shot at by anyone flying anything with a gun attached to it?

He needs to be bold. How will he forge his path to greatness otherwise?

To scavenge is to risk. For a great profit or a fiery death. I would not have it any other way.

Fly bold and daring.