You never forget your space-legs...
07 Aug 2016Harry The Hatchet
I got myself an Asp Scout now. It's a good little versatile girl. I stepped in and got comfy in the chair. It's a second-hand craft so there are scrapes and rips in places. But I like that, it's old and haggered, like me. The internals, though, have had a total overhaul. Stripped out the heavy Class 4 parts for lighter, yet more efficient Class 3s. She's poetry on the inside and scrappy on the outside. Like, dare I say, myself.
Minutes after I left the port, my comms panel went wild with messages. Amoung them a message from one Falicity Farseer. I paid her a visit. It took a few jumps but I got there. She's in need to Meta-Alloys, or so she says. She'll do me a favour should I do her one, or so her message claims. I've not got much else to do at the moment so I charted a course for Pleiades and ho, boy! is it far away.
I've further kitted out Roach for exploration. What better way to get back my space-legs than to go on a long, long walk to a place far beyond the home planet (and family, wife, crops, house, sky and even clouds) I left only yesterday.
So off we have set.
Last I was in space, Pleiades was just a joke...