Some of you know me. I hold no alliance, only friends from many quarters.
I do not consider myself to be a hero, only a cautious pilot who enjoys the (sometimes fatal) challenge of delicately picking my way through the morass of mantis, keeping a close eye on the scanner so that I can stay just ouside their notice-range. If I can get to you I will do my best to nurse your pod and rebuild your ship around you. I only ask in return that you are patient with my slow progress to reach the wreckage of your pride and joy, that you are curteous and polite, and that you acknowledge the time and energy I expend in saving you from having to rely on system rescue facilities and having to make the long journey from the hangar back to your dropped cryonite.
There is great risk involved in getting to where your attention faltered and you were overwhelmed. Invariably, this place is where the tanks, storms and shocks of human space find difficulty in surviving. Consider my paper-thin engineer's ship, and the fact that if I fail to reach you it is unlikely that I will be able to retrieve my dropped cryonite so I suffer a double loss compared with you.
Thoughout my travels I have encountered many pilots who assume that engineers are there simply to serve them and to come at a moment's notice to do their bidding and to be paid with scant regard and little more than a brief "Thx". I keep a list of these pilots. They receive the benefit of my services exactly once.
And yet shall I remain an engineer.
Respectfully,
Zerukore