Beautiful Map Loving Morons
29 Jul 2019Creamy Goodness III
This is unbelievable. There is this bunch of pipe and slipper types, called the cartographers' society or some such. A gaggle of pasty old spinsters and phogies I suspect that don’t get out much, but they will gladly pay a chap just for hoofing about and looking at things. Honestly, I just travelled from Deciat to Robigo and they wanted to give me almost as much money as I’d spent on an A4 jump drive, just for looking at planets when I was hanging around stars waiting for the fuse scoop to do its thing. A friend of mine often says, “Never take an idiot with you because you can always find one when you get there” Looks like the Cartographers are the idiots I needed. I stopped off at Hauser's Reach and spent a bit of time just chilling out. It’s nice to relax after a long journey, and this station is home to the woman that may just be able to fix my current predicament. Namely being and looking like a hobo and also a pariah to my peers. She operates a liner out of here, but I couldn’t sweet-talk the dockmaster into letting me take it out. Only a few months ago, when I had all the accoutrements that are stock and trade to a bon vivant, I would have had the ship and the dock masters daughter out of there in a flash. Shame, because that was just the ship I needed to take the requested supplies to its owner out on the rim. Sill no good moping about wishing thing were brighter, I best crack on and sort it all out.
I got talking to another pilot on the platform next to me, a pleasant young lady with the inexplicable name of Potato. It takes all sorts I suppose. I hopped aboard her ship and we spent the evening talking about this and that. Potato (Really that is her name. She showed me her Pilots licence) told me a Cobra pilot can make good scratch in Ceos. Which is not many light years away from Robigo. In the morning we parted company with many a fond fair-well and I took a pop at this Ceos lark.
You’ll find fore station there worth your time. Brunel Hub, Babbage Gateway, Don’s inheritance, and New Dawn Station. You just pop in, make ya self available for courier runs and before you know it, everyone and their dog is asking you to take data and a spot of cargo to Sothis. Sothis is only a short jump away so it’s easy on the drive, but you do have fore stations to visit once there. I must say, the ops manager at Newholm Station sounds most foxy and I made an effort to find out when her shift ends, but again I was scuppered by my current appearance and after the ruy smiles I got from the dockhands, I suspect the messages are just pre-recorded.
The good thing is, everyone in Sothis wants you to return data and cargo to their counterparts in Ceos. An industrious Commander can soon fix a minor cash flow problem here, or do something called saving up. I’ll stick at this for a while and see how fast the cash comes in. The Krait step may not be as big a leap as I imagined.
It’s not all fun and games mark you. Just like the best salesman, the rotter that contracts you will more often than not message you once you have jumped away to warn of some bounder that is intent on stopping your delivery by any means. Did you know there is this device that lets another pilot interrupt your super-cruise? Because I didn’t. Some goth looking arse head going by the name of Tim Burton whipped me out of cruise and started blasting away like he’d caught me with his wife. I’ll be fair, he did warn me beforehand by insulting me over the coms, but I still feel it’s just not on.
Needless to say, I have a list, and once I have some weapons equipped that are a bit more powerful than the laser-pointers I’m currently sporting, I’ll do something about it. Think I better do something about the shields too. Currently, the Extramarital Affairs is wrapped in energy-based toilet paper.
I’ll get it done one way or another but right now, it’s not easy being Creamy.