15 May 3306 - Necessary Engineering
14 May 2020Worvern Scar
Logbook Entry #5Date: 15th of May, 3306
"You want me to put armor on That?" she said in exasperation.
Yes.
"Why should I put armor on this hulking mass when the only thing you're using for is mining? I saw the hardpoints. There's not a single offensive piece of crap on it!"
I'm paying you.
That only made Selene Jean more irate. Sure, I can understand. A Type-10 is meant for extreme combat purposes. The last time I checked, nothing said I wasn't allowed to equip a refinery and whatnot on it. The shield capabilities were not the greatest on it. Even kissing up to the princess for some prismatics only helped so much. Lakon could learn a few things from Gutamaya...
"I'm not doing it. This is a waste of my time and resource."
Resources that I am donating to you.
"And I'm telling you that I'm NOT wasting the better part of the week to outfit a mining ship."
I heard Petra would be more than happy to do it at a quarter of the cost.
"Yeah? those backwater, excuse of engineers over at Colonia? They're not even certified."
I shrugged. Walked up to the nearby table and recovered my credit chip containing her payment. Colonia is a long way to go, I thought, but I had some time to spare. I vocalized my desire to leave to the automated docking system as I walked back to my ship. A cheerful siren chirped as various drones repairing minor surface damage retreated and the fuel hose was disconnected. The engines roared to life. Quaking the entire hanger. What it didn't have in speed, made up for in sheer strength. Enough to make an Imperial Cutter jealous.
Various guards cladded in red and white, head to toe, flooded the hangar. Attilius Orbital did not take kindly to the "unworthy". Hell, I even heard they told bighats like Edmund Mahon to 'get shot out of an escape hatch.' Getting here on their terms wasn't easy. Convincing them to let a guest here was even worse.
Selene raised her hands high and kept them there. Guards, weapons raised, ready to create red mist at a moments notice.
"Wait!" she called out. A nearby guard swiflty silenced her with a kick to the legs. She was kissing the ground in an instant.
I spun around and voiced my concerns. The guard bowed, and took a few steps back. Signaling the others to do so.
This wasn't going exaclty as I planned. I didn't bring her here to intimidate, but rather to save me the trouble of flying this flying hunk of metal right to her.
She propped herself up, hand over her head. Shaken but unharmed (mostly).
"I want triple." she said sternly.
Ok.
My bluntness took her back. I suppose she was not aware of the amount of profit I had made recently from mining. Diamonds are all the rage in the bubble as of late.
"How much do you want?" she pointed to the ship.
All of it.
This is CMDR Worvern Scar. Concluding Logbook Entry #5. Current situations are:
- Restarting Logbook entries out of sheer Space boredom
- Refraining from bringing further 'guests' to Attilus Orbital
- Gaining permit from Borann for flying a "highly votaile" ship within their system
- Finding out who stole my delicious egg-sandwich