Arriving somewhere, but not here
04 Sep 2017Birdnose
I've felt kind of homeless and adrift since Zhen Dock fell to the Diamond Frogs. My real home was always elsewhere, of course, but it was home away from home...and it no longer feels like home anymore. I will never be a Frog. I'm Space Poultry through and through, in all senses of the word.So, after drifting for a while, I did what every disaffected commander does eventually -- I ditched excess gear to lighten the load, then pointed my Anaconda coreward and jumped the hell out of the bubble and whatever else was going on in my life. Just cranked off jump after jump, with only the occasional pause to check out a planet or two. I'm about a fifth of the way to Sagittarius A* now, watching the milky way get brighter and brighter in my cockpit canopy. Soon it will start to dim again, as more and more of the galaxy is behind me -- I know this from my past trips to Colonia.
I don't know what I'll do when I get there. Maybe I'll circle back and come home via Colonia. Maybe I'll keep going to Beagle Point. Maybe I'll just go home, my real home. I'll decide when I get there. Right now it's just me, my ship, and a hold full of good beer.