Travel log: Day 1
23 Mar 2021Cmdr Yeet
“Why me?” I thought to myself while running my hand over interior finish of my newly acquired federal gunship. I just picked it up, and it kills me that I have to leave her behind so soon, but this trip to Cubeo is gonna require something with a little more range on it. The ship intake yard at Horch is full of shit heads...I’ve been waiting over an hour for my Cobra to transfer and the guy from the front desk is fucking clueless. He had to work at 7Eleven back before we took to the stars. He peeks his head into my cargo hatch looking like he smoked half a pound just moments before. He yells to me “Aye man, your ship is here dude” I nod. My mind is elsewhere. I reach into my inner jacket pocket and pull out the envelope...I had to read it one more time to be sure that this was really happening. I pull out the paper and the interior lights of my ship reflect off of the raised Empire insignia on the top of the page. The letter is brief and straight to the point, seeming like more of a demand than a request, it reads “Aisling Duval requests an audience” I drop my head and let out an exasperated “fuck”