Wrapping up early. Let's Go Home. - Miyasaka Orbital
02 Dec 2020Cayce Luther
Cayce sat aboard the Folly, feet up on the console while his fingers danced over his right hand screen. He and another three thousand pilots just wrapped up three and a half days of pirate hunting, bringing in billions of credits in bounties altogether and ending the CG mission a day and a half early. It was a good ol' time all around, and he and Phoenix, well, they hit it pretty hard. The Folly's weapons sang, needing a full rebuild by the time the mission was complete. Typically, they don't hit the sites as hard as they did for the community goals, but this week, they decided to give it everything they had.A ping on his message screen caused him to look up. Flicking open, he just smirked and chuckled. The reward for the CG was dropped: he and Phoenix had finished, from the looks of the amount, very near the top of the list. He just smiled and sat up, pressing buttons and warming the ship up.
"Strap yourself in Shyanne; we're heading out."
"We're not going to help with the cargo mission, sir?"
"Hell no; those two idiots can have their little pissing contest without us. We are not helping them with that one way or the other."
"Alright; where are we going?"
"For now? Home. Plotting a course for Ember. Get ready for launch."
"Wilco, Captain."
Cayce pinged the tower as the ship began to hum to life. "Miyasaka ATC this Anaconda Apollo, Omega Four requesting launch clearance."
"Anaconda Apollo Omega, clearance granted. Have a good day, Commander."
Cayce snorts. There was just a hint of frustration in the ATC's voice and it brought him oh so much joy. "My my, someone's cheerful. Here I thought I redeemed myself."
"How in the hell did you and your squadron manage that many kills in all of this?"
"We're just that good." Silence. "I mean this is literally what we do on a daily basis, did you expect us to suck at this?"
Indeed, no pirate was safe from the Dead Pirates Society; the entire squadron's premise was based on the joke that he and Phoenix singlehandedly brought the Anahit Gold Brothers to their knees by their almost pathological acceptance of massacre missions from Heavens' Judgement job board issuances in Urvane. What started out as a joke between the two of them eventually blossomed into a squadron of about eight members and counting. Friends from all walks of the spacefaring life. Explorers, mercenaries, Power Play participants and space truckers all call the eight month old squadron home. The rules were simple: Have fun, do your thing, and respond when someone calls for help. They were a disorganized bunch, but functional. "...Just because your reputation improved does not mean you've gained forgiveness."
"Don't want it; don't care.~"
"Good day." Click
Cayce just laughed, closed the comms and clicks the launch button. The midnight black Anaconda lifts up off the pad, retracts its gear and lined up with the mail slot, with a flick of the boosters, Cayce maneuvers the Folly Out of Miyasaka Orbital, banks and disappears as it begins the four jump trip to Ember.