The value of a Name: Part 7
22 Sep 2016Cartlidge1000
“There she is, the piece of shit!” Nick exclaimed as the hangar doors opened, revealing an old, scratched up Eagle Mk II.“Is she still airworthy?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“More or less.”
“Well, I’ll call the ship’s outfitting services so we can fix her up a bit.”
The ship was originally D rated at best, but once we poured some money into it the outfitting crew managed to make the Eagle a little more appealing. We replaced the brittle and worn plating with some new, military composites, upgraded the shields weapons, and internals, and added a fuel scoop to allow it to travel longer distances. I still wouldn’t want to fly it, but at least it was capable of putting up a fight now.
“What’s her name?” I suddenly asked while the station’s engineers got to work.
“The Angry Swallow,” he reluctantly answered.
“Angry Swallow?” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yeah… the guy who… uh… sold it to me named it that, and I’ve got no idea how to change it.”
“That’s great,” I continued to laugh.
“I’m gonna stab you in your sleep, commander,” Nick muttered as he turned back to watch the engineers.
Once they had finished we set off again in our search, jumping from system to system for information. Once again we found little to go on, so (after significant encouragement from our new Eagle escort,) we decided to take a break for a few days so I could get back to work and replenish my funds.
[part 7]