Look who's here
19 Jan 2018Mf1ve
Emmeline and I were talking, and we figured, as long as we've got the 'Vette out for trials, why not lend a hand over in Nu Tauri? It's not far from the Twenty, after all. Turns out, there's a mining spot right next to the station, out in the A-ring. Handy, I thought. And wouldn't you know, someone else thought it was handy, too.
We were hangin' out, counting bounties, when the contacts list called out a Fer-De-Lance. Something about the way the pip moved on the radar looked familiar, and I thought - No, it couldn't be.
Yep. It was Ian.
That man chased me all over the sector while I flogged the little Diamondback to deliver data for the Twenty. I spent hours playing dodge-the-loser with this guy. He was so mad, I could feel him pinching my head with his fingers through the canopies. He never got a shot off, despite pulling me out of Frame a dozen times.
Now he's here, shooting at mining ships and generally being an ass. Flying right through my crosshairs with a big fat bounty on file.
Hmm. Let's just say Ian bought a round of drinks at the Rooster in Parmitano shortly thereafter. Well, his bounty did, anyway.