New Wheels, New Deals...
18 May 2016ROWND
Crossing the Bubble is a routine afternoon on the job now. Not so long ago I was plotting routes a few systems at a time, weighing every system on the map for dangers, looking over my shoulder between jumps, worrying about the fuel gauge, and scooting into the bowels of the nearest station before some sinister shadow reached up to grab my fragile ship out of supercruise. Of course it may have been the unwise choice of a doggish Adder, the Flagship of the Damned, that put me in that mode of living.Now it's blindly auto-plotting 100 light years at a time, cruising one system the same as any other, with the minor annoyance of now and then having to boost-boost-boost away from the usual onion-addled ruffian looking for an easy mark. I've got my foot in both ends of the Bubble pool now, zooming back and forth as alliances and duties require. Swapping into a Diamondback in one port, an Asp in another, a T-6, a slew of Eagles...
I finally got hit with a big mystery order. Onion, hoot, mindworm...I don't know what it was. 51 tons of unmarked well-worn containers. Nearly a million oysters. This guy had to be using his product to be offering a million for this milk run, or maybe he was just cashing out fast. A couple mean-talking hombres in fast pimpmobiles tickled my tail, but no authority vessel showed any interest in this cargo. Done, delivered, and disappeared back into the void...
Of course, it may have been a different story if I had not just swapped out the trusty sleeper T-6 trucker for a new Asp-X with triple shield boosters a couple days prior. I was pretty pimped out myself. I'm sure it was the shiny new wheels that attracted the new business. "The clothes make the man", or something like that...apparently I was dressed like a million bucks...