Stomping Grounds
03 May 2019Jolt Diana
I got a few friends out there in the black that always look at me like I'm crazy when it comes to talking to them about things that I've done. Though, the old story of this old Corvette and I is very true. Back in the day, shortly after my eyes had been blinded by the ravaging tail of the neutron star I was lucky enough to find a Corvette from the fleet that got sucked through hyperspace with me. I used the sounds of the warning systems and my Covas, Alix, to guide me in to enter the Corvette's hanger bay. From there it was a lot of trial and error while working alongside Alix to somehow get a route plotted back home. By the time it got back, it was just as damaged as my Condor. I never did get the designated name of the vessel at the time, but it was sent in for long-term repairs while I underwent some procedures to fix my eyes. By the time I had carved out a life, the Corvette was ready for duty. I bought it before anyone else could, might as well save that boat before someone else crashes her.I still haven't decided on the right name, simply choosing the name of Mallet for now until I remember the names I thought of her when I was half-conscious while on board.
After a few runs of core mining I've come up with the idea of keeping a pair of sleeping bags on ship, even when my clothing over my suit it still gets cold.
I wonder how Kane is doing. Well, the maintenance crew just gave me the green light to take off. I really need to watch the hull when it comes to bounty hunting, coming in to dock is just wasting time.