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The name, is Crosshair. At your service!
I used to belong to a small group I called, well, guess family is the best word for it as team or squad sound so, inadequate somehow. But those times are all long gone. And now? Now I’m all alone. No masters to serve, no other people to herd and guess, no family to call my own. It’s just me, myself and I in my small ship making my way through the galaxy.
It’s a choice I know, something I made long ago. To be, alone.
It might sound lonely saying it out loud as I am suddenly, with no one to talk to most of the time… then again, I figured what was the use in having others around, them either ending up betraying you or then… well, never mind the alternative now.
And so, standing on my own two feet, having left behind the grind, the past life without too much thought. Which isn’t exactly true as there were so many issues on to chew before the decision was finally ready to brew. Over cooking it more likely but then finally realising I needed to be free from the yoke off it all.
And so here I roam, in my little ship that I once stole.
Yeah, the imps hardly missed this one single ship now calling my own. With so many modifications having been made, nothing remains the same, nothing recognisable anyway of this I made sure. Putting a lot of sweat but also love into it. And now, the Havoc Four runs like a charm.
All that in the past doesn’t matter anymore to me, that is what I keep telling myself and soon enough it has become the truth as well. I feel like I have finally scored in life doing the job most of my kind would most certainly snidely scorn. I know I did. But these days, I don’t really care. It’s easy credits all the way, never having in on place for long to stay. Getting my targets like a sniper on the prowl, because I am allowed to catch them all, those on the run for whatever reason, payment upon delivery, warm - or cold.
This is the life for me, as a mighty bounty hunter I be.
Riding into the sunset after the job is done…
A cliche, yeah, but I had to put it there, if for nothing else, then for the fun or pun of it.
As sometimes though, I can feel the loneliness seeping in. Like a cold caught for being too bold in weather never too agreeable even if being for-warned to dress up accordingly. And what do I do then? Sitting in my little hidey-hole and dwell on the fact that I really am all alone. Feeling sorry for myself?
Yeah sure, I do that too. As whom else if not myself?
But when the emotions get too hard to handle I jumpstart my ship, crank up the speed and head for some planet. Any little thing will do. As long as there is life there, the kind which is buzzing about like busy bees on a warm summer’s day. None of them can me see though as I hide in the shadows all the way. Only observing never participating. It is a kind of a curse. But they have nothing to offer me, only the sensation of being alive. And that is just fine.
Because I still am, alive. Existing yes, hardly living, but being in this galaxy after all this time? Well, it has got to mean something, right?!
Often times I wonder whether it’s all worth it. The existing. But I solider on. See the pun I just dud there!
Doing my thing - the bounty hunting. I’m good at it and so I keep going on. Never wondering or expecting much of what tomorrow might bring. Just that it’s there, the stars revolving as does life all around the galaxy large. As no one really is in charge of the so called life. Not even me.
Guess there is some solace to be taken out of that knowledge to be found.
And so as I sit here, all by myself. Another system, another planet, watching life pass by. I really do try to smile. Just a little bit. Life isn’t as bad as I’ve made it sound here. Could’ve been worse?
As I could be dead.