End of an Early Retirement: Twentieth Entry
06 May 2021K0B4LT
For the past couple of months, I've been keeping myself busy, playing older games from centuries past. As archaic as they are, they're still quite interesting, and with the wealth that I've built up, doubly so from selling almost all that I had, I was living in the kind of luxury my previous Empress would be in envy of, so green that a certain Prime Minister would think she's coming onto him. Even if half of it was for The Arctic Mage's upkeep, she'd still be legal and set for another ten years.Couple weeks ago, that changed. Like it always does, right? Playing one of these games, I made a couple more friends; one of them was a fledgling pilot, the other one just barely out of the nest. N-no, not quite that young, I mean both were recent Pilot's Federation Graduates. My last entry said I lacked any real reason to fly again. These two reignited that desire; for no fee, I offered to help them. I'd teach them how to make some credits early on, teach them how to mine and fly about in an asteroid field, and even take them to some of the more well known sites around the bubble. They know the basics of how to fly, I'm to teach them how to fly well and take advantage of the galaxy for their own gain.
I still had limited contact with old Imperial Acquaintances, but I've since cut their pompous asses off completely. I even heard that my episode caused one of their own higher ups to leave in disgust, that little trouble in paradise must've hurt their pride. I ain't flyin' no colors no more, and that animosity actually made me smile. On a more positive note, older more politically neutral acquaintances were happy to see me out and about again, offered to fly with me if I asked.
The Arctic Mage underwent a minor cosmetic change, but remains unhindered in service to those I allow.
Since I sold damn near all of my fleet, I'll need to rebuild it up again. Not too much of a problem, I kept my Jockey and already my old Corvette has nearly returned to me. I decided to name my new fleet after song types; Bossa Nova, Minuette, Sonata, et cetera.
Yeah I'm getting to the point where not finding much more interesting to write about again. To be honest, entries from here on out may be more and more spaced out. At least until later this month: There's a buncha political turmoil, and a new bunch of tech that's in the final stages of development that'll let us actually survive outside our ships for way longer; even my own modified Remlok's getting this upgrade, but I doubt I'd be able to fit into this new Code-named Maverick piece of armor for a while yet. Either way, supposedly we'll be about to walk about on planetoids with little-to-no atmosphere, way longer than the 5 or so minutes we currently have without strapping a life-support unit to our backs. Supposedly, these new suits (and the upgrade to the Remloks) are being made public around the 19th or 20th of May this year, less than two whole weeks away.
New adventures to write about, will make for one hell of an Odyssey.
PS: git rekt. You'll know who you are if you ever read this. Just come try and find me, you uncooked chicken nugget~