Jack of Harts

Yes, the cybers let me keep my Privateer. Their Privateer. Ranger. Whatever. She was my home by then. The home I could use to travel anywhere I felt like going. Where Betty wanted to go. Or others. We sometimes followed other whims. And other times we were on a mission. Sometimes we hauled freight. Other times we chased down warlords and pirate kings on the fringes of civilized space. Sometimes we dealt with more mundane criminals on more civilized worlds. And sometimes we just showed up at a Cowboy Country to fly the flag and show off for the locals. Kids love HALO drops and airshows. And my boys and girls look real spiffy in nice suits and powered armor.