Memoirs of an old fighter -Log #2-
26 Feb 2019Vizio Raceio
Where did I leave off? At Wolf 906, right? Setting myself up for a better flight path as my old buddy was giving me pointers.Well, that was until we received a message from the Pilot's Federation about some work over in Nu Tauri, right at port in Parmitano Terminal. You know it is funny, I think about it now, seeing that work as challenging. Hunting down pirates to secure cargo shipping lanes, protecting miners to ensure adequate sale of raw materials, and general policing of the surrounding area for safer space lanes. But I look at what I have done now, the wars I have been involved in, the travels I have taken, the Thargoids. All my past achievements seem paltry now.
But these are stories for a later time.
I used the meager rewards I collected from the first Pilot's Federation mission that was given to me to acquire an Asp Explorer. It felt like an old truck drunk off of whiskey with a glass jaw, but it helped make my next mission from the Pilot's Federation at Wangal a lot easier. Calculating the average profits for each cargo haul I pulled to the station and deducting expenses for refuel and repairs from overheating (That ship cannot handle heat well it seemed at the time until I learned about heatsinks. Yeah, still embarrassed about that too), I netted a very hefty sum of credits. Enough for me to find a potential long-term holding place to operate out of.
I won't lie, I enjoy moving through space, not being tied down. My ship was my home and my day was what I made of it. And yet, everyone needs a place to be grounded at once in a while, a safe platform to rest your feet on without risk of it exploding beneath you or being sucked into the void of space. Throughout this time, i made a few more friends. An ex naval officer still looking to glide on through space with a gun the size of his ship, and a relaxed fellow who becomes feral if you scratch his paint job. Them, along with Arjuna, we made a decent team. People I can rely on. So we set out to find a more permanent place and came across a strong corporate that was looking for decent pilots to handle a few contracts.
Can Qing, off the beaten path, near the edge of inhabited space, and yet thriving nonetheless. We set up shop at William Sargent Hub and started working with Radiant Incorporated. At this point I started looking into the superpowers at play in our little bubble of life and became drawn to the Princess, Aisling Duval. Whether it was physical, mental, brainwashing, or idealism I cannot say, but I felt at home when working for her. So, I started my work, slowly climbing the ranks of her military until I came across a ship that I wish I never sold in the first place.
That Clipper was something. Being able to drift around your target while your turrets did work was almost cheating, but its hull was something to be desired. Felt as though tin foil was poked with holes and taped to the hull with that clear tape you get at a ration store on one of starports. But she did the job and did it very well.
I think this is a good place to stop. The next excerpt I have will take a while to type and my old bones are creaking after the 4 hour conflict I was involved in not 48 hrs ago.