A change of pace
01 May 2016Tarm Wallunga
So, I did it. It's time to let it all go and see what all the hubbaloo is about Robigo. Dropped the FSD Interdictor and even my shields ( ! ) to throw a fuel scoop and discovery scanner onto the ol' girl, and I'm heading back out into the black. Well, a little bit out into the black. Enough to get to Robigo, which is apparently an outpost in nearly every sense of the word. Outside of the bubble, all alone and naked and unafraid and what not. Surely the mission set list will be little more than running slaves back and forth, most likely even for the Empire, as opposed to my esteemed Federation and my preferences therein. But either way, and despite the loss of over 2 million credits (a venture I likely would not have taken in the first place were it not for my recent spate of booze smuggling, a lesson lying doggo in there somewhere, methinks) for the upgrades - and really, are they truly a loss? - this is something I think I can use for higher profits and movement closer to the purchase of the almighty Fortuitous Dream that I want next. An yes, I have a name picked out for the beauty that she's likely to be. Don't judge me, mate - you've done the same and you can't disprove my statement on that notion.So anyway, presently I'm on my way to Robigo, jump and honk for the most part unless I see something along the way that really catches my eyes, at which point I'll warrant another deeper look. I didn't pick up a detailed surface scanner, mostly to keep me from getting too easily sidetracked (that never happens, eh?), and besides, I wanna save that for the next ship I fly anyway.
Not much of an entry this week, but things been slow lately, just running missions for the Federation pigs in my chase for entrance (authorized entrance, that is) into the Sol system. Take care out there, fodders - and remember, you never saw me
