Challenge Accepted: Robigo Conclusion
03 May 2016Magnudius
“Breath in, breath out,” Nudo reminded herself. Only one jump until Robigo. Nudo's nerves cracked under the anticipation of meeting the pilots that got her started on this quest, the Smiling Dog Crew and Combat Hauler Cult. Both groups were not known for graciousness and generosity, so Nudo risked many millions of credits and her life if she didn't play her cards right. Nudo had done a last minute reoutfit of her Orca; she put in two heat sink launchers so she could keep the sun at her back to stop them from sneaking up behind her. Paranoia suddenly kicked Nudo, so she did one more inventory check:
Good, she hadn't accidentally jettison any rares along the way. After confirming her heat sinks were in the active fire group, Nudo took in one more deep breath, and initiated her frame shift drive towards Robigo.
As soon as Nudo arrived, she checked her contacts and found no CMDRs around. Thankful for this moment of reprise, Nudo situated herself into a defense position and awaited contact. None came. Nudo purged a heat sink; seven more to go. Maybe it took time for them to scramble forces...maybe not. Another heat sink gone. By this point, Nudo was miffed! She had no respect for people that couldn't back up their bold proclamations. What a bunch of lying braggarts!
By this point, Nudo went in search of the pilots that “annexed” Robigo so set course for Robigo Mines. Nudo couldn't come to grips with this anticlimactic end. She had even hunkered down in Sothis until the peak traffic times in hopes of having a successful outcome. Instead here she was searching out terrorist groups in hopes their approval would validate all the evil deeds she had done to get this far!
Nudo sat back while parked outside Robigo Mines, stunned with what she was learning about herself on the fly. She was still that outcast kid in school searching for ways to fit in and seeking approval from whatever source she could get it from. Why was she never happy with her own opinions of herself? Well, there was no time like the present to start changing bad habits, so Nudo patted herself on the shoulder for completing a challenge, and turned back towards home.
Nudo's heart lifted as she was granted docking permission at Attilius Orbital. This quest had taken a lot longer then she had expected, and all the pent up homesickness rushed upon Nudo as she docked in her station. As Nudo left her Orca to arrange deals for her cargo, a pain of loss hit Nudo. She stopped to look back at her Orca and realized how much she had enjoy flying her ship across inhabited space.
“Well, it's been a heck of a good time,” Nudo cajoled to her ship. All of a sudden, an idea struck Nudo. “That's it! That's your name: A Whale Of A Good Time!”
