Challenge Accepted: Lave Station
27 Mar 2016Magnudius
Nudo's socked foot slowly slid side to side, steadily signaling seconds streaming by as radio silence seeped into her soul, sapped her strength, and shed her sanity. She knew it was going to take time to find a cooperative CMDR, but it was starting to get ridiculous! Six CMDRs with the right ship size arrived in on her watch, and all six ignored her friendly trade offers—not even the courtesy to say “no”! Nudo's shocked to learn that her Lone Wolf nature is actually the norm, not the exception, among pilots. How did this happen? When did humans forget that it took a community to get us this far? Why are we so comfortable in ignoring each other?Needing a break, Nudo headed down to her cargo hold to take stock of what she had collected so far:
- 11 Leestian Evil Juice
- 13 Eleu Thermals
- 9 Diso Ma Corn
- 3 CD-75 Kitten Brand Coffee
- 12 Baltah'Sine Vacuum Krill
- 9 Vanayequi Ceratomorpha Fur
- 1 Leathery Egg
- 7 Azure Milk
- 2 HR 7221 Wheat
- 7 Lavian Brandy (not for long)
- 7 Uszaian Tree Grub
- 12 Orrerian Vicious Brew (hmm, there's potential in this)
- 2 Kinago Violins
- 6 Giant Verrix
Nudo headed to the couch in the corner of her cockpit. She sat down, set the bottles to her right, and looked out at the view to her left. Not much to see except for the broken fan rotating slower then its two neighbors. Realizing she was beginning to relate, Nudo got up and pushed on a pressure switch on the wall to open a fully loaded side cabinet. She picked up an etched crystal low ball glass, reached into the nestled sterling silver ice box for a couple cubes, and headed back to her spot. Nudo first cracked open the Azure Milk and poured 2 fingers worth over the cubes in the glass. She then opened the Vicious Brew and poured 1 fingers worth in with the Milk. Next came 2 fingers worth (plus spillage) of Lavian Brandy. Nudo paused as she looked at the last component of her drink, the Evil Juice. The bottle was conspicuously empty of information regarding how long a person could expect the effects to last (she had a sneaking suspicion that the effects vary from person to person). Nudo tried hard to remain a good person in a galaxy so filled with negativity, but she did believe in trying everything once.
With a quick swirl of the glass and a dash of Evil Juice on top, Nudo made a conscious bad decision—what a perfect name!—and took a taste. A huge range of flavors that her pallet couldn't name spread across her taste buds in an overall pleasant way (no escaping the bitterness of the drugs). Mixologists would put this creation, the Conscious Bad Decision (or CBD for short), in the White Russian class of drinks.
Wondering how long it took for the Evil effects to kick in and not one for putting off the inevitable, Nudo tossed the CBD back and prepared another one (sans Evil Juice—Nudo can't afford an Evil Bender right now). She grabbed her fresh drink and headed back to her Commander's Chair. As she readied her comms setup, she wondered what her Pure Evil version will do. Nudo had some ideas, but she had never dabbled that deep into her dark side; she was afraid she would love it too much to come back to the light. Suddenly, Nudo knew two things about Pure Evil: 1) it hits you hard and fast 2) words are the greatest tool in Evil's Arsenal.