The Trek Begins
02 Oct 2022J3buschr1st0
I stretch, the various smells assaulting my nose from the small coolant leak in the starboard side heat vanes, to the Void Extract Coffee in my Hutton Mug with the slight waft of Lavian Brandy sneaking through. The stars and nebulae in front of me are breathtaking, a mix of yellows, blues, reds, and greens. My little vacation to Rakham's Peak was much needed, but has put me behind schedule. I have decided to head back to The Black, and finally see my old home in Colonia. BEEP BEEP
I open the datapad sitting on the desk of my observation deck looking out the nose of my Anaconda.
INCOMING MESSAGE
Greeting CMDR,
You have been selected for-
"Sir," My onboard VI chimes in, the female voice chiming into my ear piece says. "No data of the Far God Cult or The Club has been detected with known Encryptions. Would you like me to wipe it?"
"Yes," I respond, taking a sip of my coffee, the extremely rich coffee accented by the burn of the Brandy. "And begin plotting a route to get us back to The Bubble. I'm going to prep to leave for The Black for a few. Once we reach the Pax, begin plotting a route to Colonia, to Sag A*, and then Beagle Point before prepping to plot another route home around the West side of The Galaxy."
"Might I ask the reason for the sudden change in plans?" her voice chimes in again as the data I was reading changes to an almost realistic rendering of a blonde woman in an Imperial Navy uniform.
"Just wanted to take a trip, see if I could make a little money doing something I don't usually do." I respond, leaning back in my chair.
"Very well." She responds, her right arm coming up as her hand forms a fist and touches her left shoulder in the standard Imperial Salute before she fades away and the scrolling news of the Gal-Net continues across the screen.
No idea why I was given this AI from my father, but I'm going to find out.