Carrier Names and Cattleprods. And Robigo.
17 Apr 2021Sofiya Khlynina
Commander's Log - 17 April 3307 16:45I have been informed by my court-mandated psychiatrist that I should, in fact, have been regularly diarising my activities as "part of my probationary terms", and submitting my logbooks for inspection. No matter. What are they going to do, send a bounty hunter after me? Me?
When I named my carrier the Windowless White Van, it was a protest against bias and prejudice against spacers. We don't abduct planetbound innocents (unless paid) or force freedpersons to mine for us (only other CMDRs) or even hurt other forms of primitive/alternative life (unless you count the pirates. Or the Thargoids. Or the shards. They are biological sites, you know, which means they are ALIVE when you fire your SRV cannons at them.) And yet, we are treated with the sort of arms-length disgust you might see a particularly hoity Imperial regard a Federal wageslave, not unlike the sort of looks a habitat-dweller might give when the FREE CANDY van rolls up in his neighbourhood.
Some days, I just want to stick a massive beamer on the nose of a Vette and carve up those ground-bound cretins like a cake. But I won't, because that would be bad and they might lock me up again and I wouldn't want that, right, person reading my court-mandated log?
Anyway, space taxiing. That's what I've been doing, ever since I came back from my feel-good trip to Rackhams (gave away 21000 tons of wine to random passersby to sell for 280000 credits profit per ton- suck on THAT, groundies). I go to a station at the edge of Thargoid hyperdiction space, not really the middle of nowhere, not when the station report says that 11770 ships have passed through in 24 hours and 8740 of them have been Pythons. I pick up eight passengers in my windowless python, jump twice to Sothis, supercruise to a nice blue planet the passengers can't see through their non-existent windows, and jump back.
Then I collect my pay, and cut myself a slice of synthesised blue-milk cheese.
Yes, I love cheese. I am an innocent, perfectly rational, frequently-maligned pilot who loves cheese.
That is all.