Gas Giant was blindingly sitting right outside of his cockpit. Sunglasses itched his nose. Nothing was fun in this god forsaken galaxy anymore. Why fight. It all seemed pointless. A bomb he had purchased from a charming female patron was buckled up in a seat behind him. Why another seat was in his cockpit was beyond him. No passengers ever. Company sucked. Beings eating food and then touching the nobs and controls. A face flashed before his eyes of the culprit who had put the stain on his favorite seat cover. Fracking SCUMB SUCKER!!!! The guys name was typed onto the holopad a second later. Racket was given a purpose. A reason to live. Someone help the being he was after. Minutes passed while files were hacked. A location popped up on his screen. Thrusters hit full followed by throttle hitting max position. Hyperdrive.
(Three Weeks Later)
His ship pulled forward towards a planet. It looked like a lot of others he had seen. Traveling the universe sdoes that huh? A face came up on his holopad looking for identification.
"Let me ask you a question. Do you like your job? Say you had means of a life outside of the city you live in, Would You Leave?"
The man began to look around for a second. The guy was alone. If not then he would have responded instantly. A pause. THE PAUSE. It was the reason for the menacing grin on Rackets smug face right about now.
"I'm a wealthy fracker looking to make friends. The way I see things is this galaxy is to small not to help one another out. Make someone else's dreams a reality. Are you worthy of being a friend of mine?"
The man paused again before entering the conversation slowly. He was suspicious, yes. But he had dreams. Everyone did. This was his shot at making those come true. A few minutes later Racket had heard a sad tail of how the man had three kids and a wife back on his home planet. Three out of the four yearly cycles he was stuck on the rock working in the factory talking to ships who didn't want to be having to talk to him. The pay was worth it for his family but he was currently looking at being at the job for another eighteen years before he could get back to living a full life with them. One would call it 'heart warming'. Racket thought the guy was a little weak Fracker who could help him right now.
"Say your wife receives a hefty 'donation' for being a good mother within the next two hours. You board a shuttle and head back to that home planet. All you have to do is give this shuttle full access under a false company, a false pilot, and a false ship. No link trail back to my existence at all. Can you make that happen and live comfortably tomorrow and until the day you die?"
Eighteen minutes later, I FRACK YOU NOT, Eighteen minutes and he had landed. Vengeance would be had for that seat cover by god.