Indi Bourbon and a Mysterious Message
02 Jun 2021Rhaazerus
//synchronizing logbook . . . CMDR Rhaazerus Orzhov
CMDR Log - #009
Star Date - June 2nd 3307
Kruger 60, Kepler Gateway
I got my hands on some Indi Bourbon last week. I highly recommend it.
I've spent the last few days running some salvage recovery contracts for a few companies.
There's always busted up ships and wreckage that some people want to recover.
Some of whom seem a bit on the shady side, but they paid and I didn't ask any more questions than I needed to.
I had to stop by Mansfield Orbiter to close out a contract, and the ground crew was unloading and processing the cargo, so I decided to have a look around.
I heard they had some good drinks there, but I didn't expect to get such a good deal on some real, bonified, Indi Bourbon.
A couple of crates later, and a bottle for myself, and I was on my way.
I drop out of hyperspace, one system over and I'm about to crack open this bottle and enjoy the ride.
Not even a second later I get this message.
I assumed it was another warning from my dad telling me to not be a reckless idiot or something, but this was different.
Sender: Unknown. I tried back-tracing it but . . . nothing.
Whoever they were, they took note of something I recovered on one of these jobs. They've been watching me. And they covered their own tracks.
I didn't like the feel of this, but it got me interested. I won't go into the details of the message in these logs but, let's just say it was a tip-off about something very valuable and this person wanted me to retrieve it for them.
I was hesitant to reply, but they were very willing to pay.
And besides, if this guy's been tracking me, they could've killed me by now if they wanted to, so I figured at least I'm not in their crosshairs for some reason.
Well, not yet anyway.
I got the details from them, and they were even willing to fund my end of the expenses for this little operation.
Things went . . . surprisingly smoothly. I was ready to get jumped by some pirates or system security, or for this guy to show up and double-cross me or "tie up loose ends".
But, they got what they wanted, no questions asked, and I got paid.
I felt like not getting killed was a good enough reason to celebrate, so I finally cracked open that Bourbon and kicked back.
I bet my old man wouldn't have taken that job in a million years. I'll have to brag about it to him, next time I see him.
I can already hear him now; "Rhaaz, you took a job from a stranger who sent you an anonymous message? How are you not space debris right now you moron?"
//log end . . .