I wake up covered in torn rags in a pile of scrap metal. I walk out and see 3 people beating the shit out of each other. I walk up behind the last one standing and execute him with a takedown. Extra P8 mags and a Cruz Lux. Nice. I walk into the market and grab a live insect and a bottle of piss, just to fuck myself up a little bit. Ill save the Cruz for when i really need it. I buy 6 Panthers and 8 Badger CF repeaters and a shit-tonne of LMGs. Spawn ship and exit hangar to see a living thing. I sigh in relief: there is no prison in Pyro. I blow them up because I am free. I laugh and cruise to an outpost. I unload 400 rounds into waves of NPCs that react to my presence, emote and suppress me, forcing me to move and use cover. I get back to my ship after grabbing a backpack of Cruz Lux. A player ship arrives and I blow them away. I dont know who they were, what they were doing, and frankly I dont give a damn. Because they were free to come to Pyro and be on the frontier and they were free to die there. I head back to Checkmate and a Xenothreat Idris has spawned. I get to live CitCon 2017. WooOoOoOoOoshhhshsb-b-b-b-b-booooom So awesome. Maybe someday well be able to get rep with them and take that Idris to Stanton and raise hell. I overdose on copium and go into a lucid state. I open my eye: code 19000 "Please come back when the temporal anomaly waveform that is our schedule collapses and the next playtest begins." I absolutely will.