Permits and Princesses
30 Aug 2019Nullvektor
The deal seemed decent enough, slap a sticker on my ship and three weeks later I'll get a permit for a fancy new set of shields.And it was a good deal! Right up until my cockpit lit up with warnings about entering a hostile system, which was exactly one minute after I had the paint shop spray Aisling's crest next to one of my heat sinks. Yep, turns out folks at that outpost don't particularly care for the Duvals-- I don't either, but my care for them extends only so far as it takes for me to get that permission slip that says it's OK to sell me a set of prismatic shields. Their care was... significantly less. I felt the tracking systems of every system defense vessel lock on and track me until my FSD was down to .9 seconds. I won't be back there anytime soon.
Look, I don't give a damn about your fucking smurf princess-- she sure as shit doesn't give one about you-- but if this is the only way to mount prismatic shields, I'll bear with this blob of paint being slowly eroded by asteroid fragments for three weeks. Then let them come for me-- I have a feeling I won't care much at that point.