Fly around half the galaxy in search of the best coffee, killing fsd in the process and forget about cookies?
It's about Coleron, a pilot who can drink coffee with surgical precision while intercepting a Thargoid without spilling half the teapot.
In battle, you won’t see him, after looking at the price tag for this pleasure, he only wears personal weapons (and that’s not a fact).
But he is not afraid of interceptions,
with a fast ship and hands trembling from coffee, not every on-board computer is able to predict the path of his ship for fire.
Research - Coleron noticed this kind of assignment when looking at his problems in the tourism sector, they stopped contacting him after the cartel noticed him as a taxi driver, some time later, he became sad from the amount of coffee that they actively drank, so he quit this occupation . With a bold look at the amount of new coffee, alcohol and biscuits in the hold, he rushed into the depths of space...

At least he hoped so, after 4.000 sv.l he noticed that coffee and alcohol do not mix well in the absence of gravity, from which he turned into a "Heron ball" for half a day
(better not imagine)
At the same time, he managed to stain the co-pilot's seat with everyone, which, for his luck, was not there.
Somehow sending a signal for help, he continued to suffer.
When the rescuers from Fuel Rat's found him, they contemplated the wondrous transfusion of flowers on the cockpit plywood and the terrible sounds of diarrhea through the communicator, they felt sorry for him.
Returning to habitable space, he did not feel better after looking at medical bills and words about a two-month ban on coffee, he cursed the day when he confused technical alcohol with ordinary alcohol, there were no less problems, serenas thundered, the station staff were in a panic, and instead of to ask someone about the circumstances of the situation, he quietly went to look for coffee because he was already breaking, halfway to the saving caffeine, a roar of unknown origin made him change his mind...
Yeah, of course, he just went searching faster, the red lights and the screams of the guards didn’t convince him, but the look of his doctor ... he seemed to be looking into the depths of his soul in search of a self-preservation instinct that was in a semi-working state, but remembering everything medical procedures and a doctor's black belt, instantly convinced him to run, run farther, just not to meet him again.
Looking around for the last time before the flight, he noticed that the serenes were no longer heard, and the stars could be seen through the neighboring doors, but he did not pay attention to such trifles.
Having taken off from the station, he noticed two things, the first was that his favorite mug of coffee was missing somewhere, the second third of the station was sent to free float, thereby simplifying the flight, and he did not want to think about who opened the station like a tin can,