Commander is Quite a Gig
04 May 2021Benito Stone
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This is my first real log entry since resurrecting the Raven from the scrap yard. The little ship has been getting more work than I can handle these days. Those early days were lean for sure. Sneaking around the edges of the Empire and taking mostly courier missions for pocket change and some minor hauling. The 36T of cargo space made for a good opportunity to deliver certain low volume, legal risk items. That started to bring in some decent money. After a short stint of that I was able to replace all the bandaged up modules with top-notch A-rated gear and get some decent weapons to boot.
Now we have a pretty good grove. I've found a good location to get established on the smuggling side in Storm Seekers territory. Even been able to take on one mission to silence a local mouthy Imperial politician. Now that job was a flat pleasure to take on. It's been strange over these weeks. In my prior life the ship was always... just a ship. A place to work. Yeah, I flew it. But only as a hired hand. I was never attached. Now. Now, this is MY ship. We do what I decide and I don't keep her maintained and repaired because it's my job. It's because it's my life now. I don't know why I never had the ambition before to do this, but now that chance put me here, I'm sure it was what I was meant to do.
Raven has faired well in several fights now. Including a rather close affair when a DBX attacked us for uncovering their ground stash. For 3 tons of platinum I decided to push the chips in and fight. The shields on his ship were a tough nut to crack but once down, the frags ate that DBX like a burnt cookie. Took a little damage in the scuffle, but three quarters of a million and change made the repair costs, mostly on damaged hull armor plate completely insignificant.
Another great moment came in the icy rings of a system near Kaan. The kids they call 'pirates' these days. The fool was chasing a Type-9 pummeling it with missiles as it ran, or should I say slowly tried to run in panic. The Type-9 is pouring out cargo but the idiot in the FAS is just blasting away with dumb-fires. Meanwhile I am trailing behind scooping up tons of tritium containers. This imbecile is so focused on destroying the T9 for running that all he got for his efforts when he turned around after it popped was empty space. The black market in Kaan paid good money for the Tritium and that will bank-roll the remaining modules I'd like to keep in storage.
I can see now how it always seemed so easy for the old bossman to pour out the cash when he had to. This is a very lucrative gig.
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