What did I get myself into?
19 Sep 2020Fedaykin2520
I just got my Pilots Federation license 3 weeks ago. I've always wanted to fly, but never really exactly sure of what I wanted to do in the galaxy. The first week and a half, I sent most of my time running freight and data in a Type-6. The good thing about working independently, you set your own hours and can work well past 8 hours without having some corporate jacka** complain about O/T. I ran enough cargo to get a little passenger liner and thought I would dip my toes into the tourist market. I've always wanted to see the galaxy, why not make some money sightseeing with the rich folk. So over the next few days, started taking VIP’s sightseeing and making little modifications to my “Personal Class” to fit my needs. Then everything changed...I grew up in Sol and had been staying “close to home” until I made enough ferrying elitist Feds. But that morning, September 10th, changed my plans. I woke up and saw that GalNet had released a new article. It had been months since they released anything. My mouth dropped open when I read the headline, “TERRORIST ATTACKS ON IMPERIAL STARPORTS”. I know that there are people who completely don’t agree with the Empire, but to attack starports that are filled with hundreds of thousands of people who are innocent… I couldn’t sit back and watch this. I didn’t even finish the article. I found the name of the first system and set off.
I bought a used Fed Dropship and stripped the inside to seat as many people as could. Dropships aren’t known for their jump range and the weight of the cabins really hindered me. But I eventually made it to Cemiess. Turn after turn, I traveled back and forth taking people off Mackenzie Relay. Back to setting your hours. For the last week, I have hardly slept, pulling people out of that fireball and only stopping to grab a couple hours when I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. Before I got my own license, I worked as a medical evacuation dispatcher. I always respected the pilots putting their life on the line to save people. I did not realize how taxing it really is. I lost count of how many times I should have died inside that station from debris to explosions throwing my ship across the hanger bay. But every time I landed on that rescue ship after yet another near death experience, I always remembered the DUSTOFF motto, “When I Have Your Wounded.” Landing gear up, jump drive charging, destination Mackenzie Relay.
8 days of flying back and forth between Mackenzie Relay and the rescue ship. I pulled 14,694 people off that station. The number seems surreal. I just kept going back for more people and at no point realized at what scale I was pulling people out. But the truth is, after that week, I am drained. More news coming out of Prince Harold’s assassination and that Starship One was deliberately sabotaged 5 years ago. The galaxy is falling apart.
I was going to get out of “The Bubble” by finding a tourist who wanted to go somewhere. But now, I think I need some solitude. I’m going to outfit a DBX, pick a direction and go. I hope I can sufficiently unwind before the next bit of news calls on Pilots Federation Commanders.