TRAVEL LOG: DAY 3
25 Mar 2021Cmdr Yeet
Ideally I would have arrived in Cubeo 47 hours ago, but I took some major damage to my FSD a few days back. An ex Shadow Falcon turned salty ambushed me on a courier run for the feds, the mechanics did the best they could, but the damage is taking its toll, leaving me me 48 hours into my 15 minute trip. I hope “Her highness” doesn’t take my ship difficulties as disrespect, I know how savage the Imperials can be. An old friend I used to run merc jobs with back in the day named Benji found that out the hard way. Watching his father get gunned down in cold blood at the age of 13. His dad misjudged the space in the mail slot one day scuffing up a cutter real bad. It wasn’t like the Imp bastard couldn’t afford to get it buffed out; it’s a fucking cutter for God’s sake, but he wanted Benji’s pops to cough it up, just off of the strength of inconveniencing him, but when Benji’s dad told him he couldn’t pay he laid him out...Blaster shot straight to the head. I slouch back in the pilot seat thinking to myself about how it seems like everybody has a fucked up Imperial story these days. Suddenly The cockpit rumbles aggressively, I snap out of my thought process, quickly sitting up straight. I can barely start searching my scanner before an imperial courier zips in front of me. It’s afterburners illuminate my cockpit as it boosts, taking off into the distance. The assholes are coming out. I must be getting close.