Back in the saddle
28 Feb 2020DixonCouters
I've been waiting for some time, searching looking for adventure. Something was missing, it was obvious. I had left space truckin' after making my fortune, spending my days pretending to be a young man. Hiking the trails of my green home planet. But still, an insatiable feeling, every night when I would close my eyes I could hear the calling of the soundless black abyss.And then the day came that sound became deafening. I looked down at my legs, I could swear that they were moving, but they were not. I was gripped in denial, I knew if I could just pull myself up I could stand.
The next 72 hours was the most physical pain I have ever felt in my life. The next 6 months, the most emotional pain. The realization came in the day I went with my wife to a department store, and I looked in the mirror as I rolled by. I had gone from exploring the universe to being confined to a sidewalk in a wheelchair.
The stars never seemed so far away. I couldn't stand life anymore, I explained to my wife that there was adventure out there waiting and that I loved her, but this was the only way I was going to find peace.
Taking the Taxi to Nanomam, I wheeled into the hanger and onto my ship. There she was the B9ER, I wiped the dust off of the control panels and initiated the engine for testing. She fired up without a delay as if she had never been parked at all. All systems performed smoothly during the preflight checks. This was it, I was back in business.
I set my destination for Willis Station, located in the Guayambaan system. It was here that I would pick up 700 tons of Polymers and transport it to Vasquez De Coronado Dock, located in the Muri system, there I would pick up 700 tons of Scrap and transport it back.. all it all round trip I would profit about $3.6 Million... for a 5LY jump that wasn't bad at all.
Deciding to check out what new tech might be available since I had last ventured out, I stumbled upon an advanced docking computer. While I am very grateful for the skills of being able to take off and land in a Type 9 Heavy, this little addition to my arsenal changed my world. Right now as I'm typing this, my ship is pulling out of Willis station, without a scrape.
Each jump brings me closer to my dreams of financial freedom, and each jump brings me closer to feeling alive again. The chase for gold has been the ambition of mankind throughout the ages, and space hasn't changed that. Just today, on two separate occasions space pirates attempted to interdict my ship while I was hauling a full load. However, their attempts stopped at just that, because when it comes to being a pilot, I still got it.
o7 CMDR's, see you in space.