The High before the Low - Part 2
19 Aug 2018Hull of Northshire
Brooks Camp Colony, Atfero System - August 19th 3304 - Early LunchHe had found coffee in Brooks Camp as well as broadcast of Galnet. Sitting down, he drank the dark liquid, which he despised very much, trying to focus his thoughts. The news were uneventful, rally, mostly gossip and whatnot, not even a mention of the victory the Legion had achieved. That was usual though, as Galnet was a more sensational media source, mentioning only galaxy wide news "worthy of reading". A real joke, but it was keeping his eyes focused on something, while he was trying to settle his energy level and his stomach. He thought of the weekly Galnet highlights, one in particular speaking of the rogue robot in the Beta Hydri System. He had asked his wife a few questions on the matter, as she was an engineering who had worked on the DG090 models. In truth, he had cared little for the lengthy technological explanation, having used the reports as excuse to talk to her. They never did talk much, as she was bound by many contractual legal mumbo jumbos, and he didn't always have interesting stories to tell. After all, she hated spaceship flying, finding it much to dangerous. She was correct as, even if he was ranked among the bests, he had survived a few close calls over the years. Stupid mistakes, or ambushes, was the death of many. He seldom spoke of his entrepreneurial "flying" with her, to prevent her from worrying. He swore and suddenly got up, realizing that it was Sunday. On Sunday, they would always speak to each other, no matter the circumstances. It was their rule, and a way of keeping contact no matter what.
He grabbed a quick refill of the disgusting coffee and rushed to the hangar, to his pride and joy. A red Federal Corvette, a fairly recent acquisition, but nonetheless his pride. It was like when, years ago, his father had bought a vintage racing car. Something about "midlife crisis", some said. But for him, for Hull, it was a goal to achieve. He loved his ship almost as much as he loved his wife, admired it almost as much ad he'd admire his love when they would spend time together. Truth be told, his ship was the child that he wanted, but faith had denied it for now.
Inside the ship, he rushed to the communication console and worriedly looked at it. Good, he was a few minutes late, but she had not called him yet. She was being patient, for once. He sighed, figuring that should would not pout at him for being late. He punched a few buttons and coordinates, sitting straight, and opened a communication request. No answer. He waited five minutes and initiated a new call. No answer. He waited ten minutes. No answer. He waited for an hour, in case she had overslept to a very strange and late hour. She never had before, but he waited. No answer. He opened Galnet again, rechecked the weekly highlights. Read the articles on the DG090. He called again. No answer. He called again and again. He was frantic, he was... afraid.
**All events are inspired by RL, but transposed to game events to be better explain. I wanted a way to explain my absence in RP terms, as a sort of coping mechanism. I hope not to have offended anyone by this use.