A new beginning
20 May 2018Webster 962
So there I was, minding my own business, scratching a living waiting tables and being groped in the sad excuse for a restaurant that paid my wages, when out of the blue came a secure message on my comms unit. That night when I had finished work, I made my way home, and only when I was safely locked in my unit, did I key in the decryption code and retrieve the message.
It was from a legal firm called Fitch and Rochester, and if the message was to be believed, they handled the estates of the deceased.
Evidently, I had been left some credits in the will of a distant relative.
I say some credits, but the reality for me was somewhat spectacular; I had allegedly been left over 10 million credits!
It was a way off this rock. I spent a small sum on a crash course learning to fly a Sidewinder, and within a week I was stuck in the base on Beagle 2 Landing in Asellus Primus, waiting to collect my pilots licence.
Finally, after the all the checks, I made my way down to the docking bay to take possession of the ‘Scutter’ – a bright red Sidewinder.
As I settled into the pilot’s seat, my seat, I was ready.
The big black awaited.
