Terrible Terry
07 Jan 2017Orkekum
X So, I am laying here in an escape pod, floating in the wreckage that used to be my Anaconda. Sweet, sweet cargo ship. What happened, and why am I not in a station already with a new ship paid by my insurance? This is an ordinary escape pod, not Pilots Federation escape pod. Here, let me tell you a story before my crew arrives to pick me up. However, afterward there will be blood... oh yes, there will be so much blood.
Anyway...
It all started when I entered this system. My ship floated still in supercruise a little while, throttle to zero, and gently fuel scooped off the main star. I hopped off the pilot's chair and, without activating mag-boots, floated towards the back of the Anaconda to find the internal cargo bay doors. Once inside, I activated my mag-boots to descend to a small box in the corner. I wanted to make some coffee; yes, real coffee. Not the synthetic crap you get at outposts. Real, wild, coffee: planted in real soil on a real planet. Beans you pluck, roast, and then have ground into an elegant brown-black powder.
I was about to transfer water into the heating container when I heard the ship AI scream “Alert! Alert! Under attack! Hull breach detected!”
The ship started shaking and moving around. The distinct hissing sound of air escaping into the void surrounded me as I realised that I had no real time to reach the cockpit. The ship’s atmo slipped through cracks in the hull enough that my Remlok device activated as pressure got too low in the ship. I had to move to one of the generic escape pods, close the door and launch into the black to await my ship’s destruction. The pod AI informed me that everything was working with the pod.
I just layed there, watching my precious ship break apart, only to see the shadow of another Anaconda drift in to pick up the various cargo containers I had. Cargo that included my wonderful coffee.
“I will get you.” I whispered at the shadowy ship as it shot off into the distance. The fool was probably laughing at the cargo ship it just destroyed, whose pilot wasn’t even in the bloody pilot’s seat!
So yes, here I am floating in space, waiting. My delicious coffee is gone. I can deal with the loss of my ship, that is just a nine million insurance rebuy away. But my coffee, my real coffee... I know coffee can be classified as a drug and too much can be harmfull, but to be deadly like that was a surprise. I suppose I will have to see if my supplier has more of it.