Stay frosty citizen. When you’re hangin loose in the ‘verse it can come at you from a whole lot-a sideways.
I’m out to get mine, you’re out to get yours. Keep our wits about us, we just might come out on top.
Long as I can remember I wanted to soar among the stars. Hard to say where the years went. Found a few like minded individuals and here we are scratchin’ out our own little piece of interstellar heaven.
Way I see it, we need the creds to keep our birds in the air. So we take those jobs. Some good some bad. But we stay flyin.
Do right by us, we’ll do right by you.