All Aboard
17 Feb 2023Carbucketty
It seems I can't entirely keep my nose out of trouble. No, I haven't signed up with the military. But with the Thargoid crisis unfolding all around the Bubble, I might as well meet trouble on my own terms. There are a lot of desperate people fleeing the war, and most of the poor bastards had nothing to do with starting it.That's where the Cheshire Kitten comes in. Run the Thargoid blockades, load up with as many refugees as I can cram into her berths, jump out to a rescue ship, repeat. She runs ice cold despite her overpowered thrusters, and with heatsinks she can disappear from Thargoid scanners at will. Walk by invisible and silent, leave them baffled with nothing but a parting grin as I disappear down another witchspace rabbit-hole.
So far it's been working. The murder flowers have dragged me out of hyperspace over and over again, leaving me tumbling in the void as the shipboard systems catch up with events, but as soon as I can hammer the boosters they're left trailing in my wake. Even when I'm jumped by a whole mob of them, the worst they've managed to do is to scratch my paint.
I dislike running away. It offends me. If anyone's top of the food chain around here it ought to be me. That said, the Thargoids haven't yet shot my ship out from under me for absolutely no reason, which is more than I can say for the Feds. But they're making a real nuisance of themselves, and if they give me too much hassle, we'll see who's lacking in fear glands.
2100 refugees rescued so far. It's a start.