Career & Retirement, Part 2: The Tutor
07 Sep 2018Tango Indigo
Wiggins was ecstatic when he got the news. The very same day I graduated on basic training he flew all the way from the Empire to LHS 3447 to see me in person. As an active combatant for Lavigny's Legion, he wasn't very welcome in Fed space, but that wouldn't prevent him from finding his pupil.And he did, and the second part of the training began almost immediately. I was shown again the basics of space flying, it's lingo, low space, high space, witch space, wakes, and how the modules affected my ship. It was a short, but very intense week, and I was trying to absorb everything that I could.
One thing I never had to learn was docking. Not to sound smug or anything, but apparently I was a prodigy with it, never having to go through the woes the rookie commanders suffer when docking for the first to twentieth time. Even with orbis, ocellus and coriolis stations, I could just do it, period. Somehow, being in a spaceship felt like home.
I was also fast put to test my skills under deadly scenarios, Wiggins was a type of "hand on" teacher and before I could even know what was going on I was bounty hunting at Eravate's Nav beacon. Before the end of the week I had already parted ways with the loaned Sidewinder and was flying my own Eagle Mk2. From there, it was clear to me: I'd be an Elite combat pilot, or die trying.
However, with no further notice, Wiggins disappeared. His quarters at Cleve Hub empty, the Diamond Back gone from the pad. I never really understood what happened that day, but today I understand that whatever reason he had to leave, it could not wait. At the time, however, I couldn't, and I felt abandoned. I spend three days looking at my almost brand new Eagle while waiting my mentor to return.
One morning I woke up, walked to my ship and took off from Cleve Hub, alone, into the black.
