Cmdr crudler
Role
Outlaw / Terrorist
Registered ship name
Credit balance
-
Rank
Elite V
Registered ship ID
-
Overall assets
-
Squadron
Adult Daycare
Allegiance
Independent
Power
Archon Delaine

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Neto Sucks 'Goid Taint (explicit)

29 Jul 2023crudler
Jesus fucking space christ this system sucks ass.

So maybe about an hour into some much needed rack time day two in Neto, I get my comms blown up from Mari about laser blasts and bullshit outside The Misfit. System Defense has destroyed known criminals X, Y, and Z while attempting to dock at your carrier blah blah blah. for fucks sake, I let those scumbags dock here because their cred spends just as good as some namby pamby flyboys, and theyre less annoying.

How many goddamn space cops need to hover around my ass like a swarm of flies? Im deliving baux 40 fucking light seconds from The Misfit to Isling and im getting interdicted by Johnny Mc Dildo in his viper. Where they hell were you all then when im doing the t9 inchworm in Katie VII, hoping my hull holds up as my FSD cycles? oh yeah thats right...youre all hovering around my goddamn carrier jerking each other off about how safe youre making the system!! please kindly just go fuck off. God damn I hate these high security democracies....give me a good old system in anarchy. Everyone leaves me alone and I do the same for them.

If it wasn't for Isling and their decent price to sell this bauxite, i'd never come to this armpit of the bubble anyways, and speaking of bauxite, what I said was gonna happen, happened. No one bought any of my stock so I had to haul it all myself. Surprise, surprise. I made a metric fuckton of credits, though. So the bar is coming back.

Hell yeah, brothers and sisters. The bar is coming back, so stop in and have one on me.

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So fuck Miguel....man im so disappointed. I hopped in Bubba and jumped to Medb and took a 12 week nap cruising out to Vela Dock, i tried getting him on comms before I left, but it kept getting forwarded to his message service. I thought maybe he changed his comm ID or some shit like that. Turns out he blocked me, hates me, and wishes a horrible death on me. I tried to tell him I had the creds but he didnt give a shit. 'And when youre broke again, its mothballs for the bar and one way ticket to fuck you Miguel station.' I tried to argue but he wouldnt have it. said he'd rather work in a shithole concourse like Vela dock than come back into my fold. i cant say that I blame him, though. I did do him dirty, and it wasnt the first time. Shit....i feel like a fucking douchebag.

I needed a break from people, so I set a course for Synuefe NL-N C23-4. It's been a while since ive been out here, like years. I remember when the Guardian ruins were first discovered, what a crazy time. I was there with a billion other idiots tearing up the joint trying to get all that newfangled tech. I remember thinking if these assholes were so advanced, then why are they gone and the tardroids are still around and kicking our asses? Oh well, i can wax philosophic until the space cows come home about that shit, so ill digress for now. I just needed a breather from the bubble, I guess.

I landed at an old Guardian ruin on B 4 and hopped in my wagon to blow off some steam on some million year old drones when a thought came to me. I picked up as many relics my cargo bay could hold on my phantom, 32 stuffed up inside Bubba. Oh baby. and then I commed to Mari to start jumping The Misfit to Namnetes to bring the bar outta mothballs and to hire a new bartender. I had a plan to make some money doing something a little more exciting than trading tonnage in the core worlds.

I was gonna go home for the first time in a long ass time. Pleiades here I come. But dont spread that around, if my Ma hears im back in P-town, she'll be blowing up my comms to visit. Fuck that, id rather breathe burnt hair smoke while getting a prostate exam.

Mari said she hired a lady named Margarita to run the bar, I thought that was a pretty fucking apt name. If Mari says shes cool, then shes cool with me. I put in an order for some trit and holy fucking shit, someone actually sold me some to fill the tank. I didnt have to do it myself for once. Praise the space lord. I told Mari to jump to Maia whenever she had her space ducks in a row.

So thats where im at currently, jumping back from Guardianville to the Pleiades to meet up with The Misfit. Gonna start my new endeavor soon, and its gonna be interesting.

until next time, have a good night.
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