Untitled Uncertain: Bad Night
12 Apr 2022Meowers
Ah, why they send me those messages in such an early... Crap! I'm late for school again! Dammit. So it might be a message from my teacher. Shitshitshit, what am I going to do? I doubt it's from my classmates, they aren't talking to me much, they say I'm weird... Hah. Who's more weird? Me, wanting to hunt those flying flowers that mum told me about, and they do that funny woo sound, or them, dreaming about marrying a Buckyball League racer?
Waaaaait a minute... It's Pilots Federation! Yay! They accepted me and I should go! Really?! Is that true?! Is that a Santa's gift? Honestly, I wrote him that a copy of my favourite space flight holo-game, just without those annoying bugs, will be enough, but this?! Ooooh, goodbye parents, hello stars! And screw you, Ms Humpington, and your biology, I love physics! And I know when physics meets biology, physics brutally wins, you should watch that awesome Breached Airlock GalNet show more!
So, I grabbed all the money I saved from my school breakfasts and ordered a shuttle to Dromi. That's The Place! I've read so many diaries about it! Dromi! Matet! Sharur! Raven Corsairs, ready or not, here I come! And... uh... I have to mention... Theo Arcosta, I had your poster over my bed... Oops! I guess I'd forgotten to remove it! Damn. Ah, doesn't matter anyway. Let's go!
And, yeah, the mind-numbing theory first. Stick to your lane on docking and undocking, use your supercruise and docking assists, don't float over somebody else's landing pad, that 100 m/s rule... Yawn. I was reading it since I was ten! So I passed with flying colours.
My Sidewinder! My own... Ah, of course not, it's loaned. But I'll pay off one day! And a meeting with Theo Arcosta! Should I say that I asked him to go hang out a bit and have some coffee? You just can't imagine how happy I was that day, however... Damn. Why it's always going that way? Shit. He was such a freak. Not only that awful Imperial accent and his constant remarks about him being from an Independent system... Can you believe it? He's religious as heck. When I asked him, like, "do you have enough free time to meet your students personally?", he started to babble some religious rubbish. "We were sent to this Universe by B-God, we have 2400 hours in our day, we can walk around, talk, have coffee, even drink alcohol, even have... uh... intimate things with various people", blah blah blah, "...so they can include us in our stories and talk about us!". Shit! What a weirdo! Such a cringe, just imagine another ten copies of Theo doing this with other people all around Mawson dock! Yuck.
And Hudson? And... Zemina Torval for those who have really loose sense of... Ugh. What a mess. And those engineers?! They live in distant, secluded places and still they meet more random folks each day than an average bartender! Everyone's telling stories about meeting them in person! How's that even possible? Maybe Theo was right. Maybe they're all freaks. Or those pilots are freaks and writing out their fantasies. Dammit. I don't want to think about it.
Hey, at least flying that thing is really, really interesting! I'm becoming better and better! Ah, one day I'll write a whole grand diary about how I hunted those Raven Corsairs, chasing them and shooting at them! Or a mining log, that would be awesome! And the mission board here is really tempting, I can earn millions here just by carrying somebody's socks and lunch boxes! But this one certainly made my heart race... A combat zone! Let's go!
Ugh!
Why?!?! What the heck?!
So, I tried. It's just one weird thing... For some reason, my controls were replaced by... Damn, just a minute ago I had those two nice sticks, but then they disappeared, and I had to control a ship with a full-sized keyboard and that strange... Box-shaped thing with two buttons on it. Crap. I got shot down by an Asp. Had no chance. Aaaargh, I'll buy a Fer-de-Lance and the revenge will be mine!
Stop. What's a Fer-de-Lance?.. Is that a... How do I know that... Shit... What the... Why everything is... Why the heck am I floating?..
Argh, goddammit. I'm on orbit of some useless rocky low-G crap planet, forgotten to tighten the belts and drifted away in sleep, been tossing and turning around as usual... Got right into the toilet compartment. That's why I remembered my goddamn school, I've always thought it's a shit. And I'm not a schoolgirl. I'm in my 30's. And I'm actually piloting a Fer-de-Lance. It was just a bad sleep. Crap. I should see the doc.