The Trash Run
24 Jan 2017Hannibal0216
It's good to be back in the saddle, I thought as the fighter swooped through a gap between two massive boulders, floating effortlessly in the ring of the gas giant we were orbiting. Julie's voice came through my helmet earpiece. "I see fire, bearing 0-7-6 mark 3. Looks like a freighter." I was surprised to hear the news. We were out on our third day of what Julie called a "trash run", running through a poorly patrolled section of the system cleaning up the pirates and ne'er-do-wells that were taking the opportunity to prey on the weak. Only a few traders and miners made it out this far into the system. There were no pristine or rare metals to mine in the belts out here. Just a lone station orbiting the gas giant and a few poor mineral resource mining areas around it. Even the pirates who we had come across were poorly equipped, mostly flying Eagles and Cobras in various states of disrepair. On the first day of our run we ran into a Sidewinder threatening a Type 6 on approach to the station. The rascal barely had time to deploy his weapons before Julie took out his powerplant with the Taipan's twin pulse cannons.