Rybird New Music

Stiletto, Jag Stiletto, Red if you call me by my middle name. My official title is C.R.A.P Craft Racing And Patrol. I was one of them back in my day, before they turned against me and claimed I sold out. But how was I to know she would have my child. I couldn’t pay the bills and race too, after all the Ion fuel prices soared in the 2520’s along with the magnetic bubble habitats, and if I wanted to support that child it would mean selling my craft and giving up particle shift racing. It was my fate anyway, I got caught breaking the light barrier and the sector commander made me a deal that refusing would mean not seeing my child for 14 EkrisB orbits. And I wasn’t stupid, I knew by haggling with that alien Brex Kracher down in transport, I could score a Comet Piercer. It was the prized patrol craft seized by the Znops in the famous raid on Dibinium. It’s long stiletto like shape can cut through anything. And this was perfect because it's my sharp style. Now I patrol the open space busting the same people I used to hang out with but turned on me. Sure, I am a sellout is what some of them say but I always let the old timers off the hook. It is because I get there before the other patrols, they get off with a warning and avoid the Dibinium factories as punishment. If I slow down enough you might catch a glimpse of me zooming by, but stay out of the way, if you get my point.