Elisa could see where Jack was coming from, his experiences sounding a lot like her own. “I know what you mean there.” She finally spoke. “I was with Castilla’s Cavaliers, a small unit that, like the Raiders you mentioned, nobody has ever heard of. We were a few generations old, and had survived largely on spit, balling wire, prayers and wishful thinking for most of that.” A faint hint of nostalgia coloured her voice, a memory of days gone past and friends (and family) lost.<br/><br/>“Unfortunately, our last contract went bad, and not in the same way as yours.” She continued. “We were working for the damn bulls, and they sent us on a raid against a Feddie world – oh, I’m sorry, a ‘Taurian homeland occupied by the Davionist invader’.” There was some dry humour in there now, her tone more then a little mocking. “Things did not go as panned; the Feddies had a larger force then expected and we were forced to retreat without reaching the objective. As you can imagine, the Cow Guys were really happy about that.”<br/><br/>She shrugged. “The unit was devastated, both in terms of actual losses and the blows to our finances and reputation. That was the straw that broke the Raxx’s back, so to speak, and how I ended up looking for a job.” Elisa glanced at Jack again. “Looks like we both got shafted by our employers and the MRBC.”<br/>