Dangerous changes are happening and as the galaxy is becoming a more hostile place, a breed of explorer is fading into memory, the lone pilot. Soon to just a memory, these brave pilots charted the galaxy since the first ships left the Earth's atmosphere, they lived by a code of honor with cold death awaiting them if they should fail in their quest for knowledge. I salute these forgotten Heroes.

Today's replacement are competitive gangs grabbing up resources like locust from a biblical plague. They form from the need for protection and lure young pilots in with dreams of power and fortune. Feeding their leader's greed to accumulate wealth becomes the major pursuit of these gangs to the detriment of society.

The few remaining solo pilots are being starved from the galaxy, denied the means to survive and having no recourse but to fade into history.

Goodbye Solo, souls on which this galaxy was built, not all of us shall forget your sacrifices or that you paved the way for guild gangs with you blood and sweat.

Goodbye Solo, fare thee well, forgotten free spirits. I'll join you on the next plane.