Not the Killing Type
15 Jun 2020Flambard Quinceteth
Well, I'm proud to say that my kill count rests at a comfortable zero. Maybe it's the recent DIY engineering attempts I made, maybe it's a manufacturers error, maybe it was just sheer dumb luck, but I couldn't get the Gaffe off the ground in time, and missed the war. Truly a gaffe now, hah! The Gambit were understanding, but I still can't help feeling a bit sheepish; I'll do what I can to help them out some other ways. Maybe stick to what I know.
On that note, I've been doing a fair bit of space trucking. Reminds me of the days back on Earth, but the haul sizes and profit margins are significantly higher. Load of folks been rolling around with these colossal fleet carriers, and I've made a fair bit of change running fueling runs for those heading out. Decided to channel that into a whale of a ship; got a Type-9 that ferries over 750t of cargo. Christened it the Intemperance, and even firing full thrusters, it handles like a brick in jelly. It groans with every movement, and every time I put some extra kick in it with a full hold, I'm partly convinced it's gonna tear itself apart with the effort. The view is incredible, and I'd be lying if I said this wasn't the cause of the first twang of homesickness I've had since leaving Earth.
I was a few circuits deep when one of the fleet commanders told me why they were stocking up on fuel. Apparently there's some gold rush going on at a place known as Kirre's Icebox, but it's a ways outside the Bubble. I figure I can take a dive back into the mining world, and tagged along on the journey out there.
Gold rush isn't quite accurate; it's a diamond rush, and I've never seen such activity before! Dozens of fleet carriers and ships buzzing around, miners and traders and pirates everywhere. I took the Folly out and ran out with a hold full of diamonds in no time, and got a nice surprise from the Pilots' Federation inviting me to Shinrarta Dezhra for a nice little ceremony to celebrate my trade prowess. These can be fairly fancy affairs, so I'm heading back home to Ray to switch out the Folly for the Mendicant, and maybe make myself a little more presentable.
Guess it's official, now: I really ain't the killing type.
Flambard out.