Frayed
18 Apr 2022Rixses
Still no word. It's been days and there is still no word from Beebbs. I would have expected by now to have heard something. But I'm probably just being impatient. It's not every day you skip town twenty-five thousand light years and just shoot a highly encrypted message back..... Stay calm. Breath. Beebbs is fine. I need something to do. I'll explore. I am an explorer now, after all. I heard a rumor a while back about a good source of Selenium. I'll check that out. I still need some to finish my ship overhaul. I think I can get a little more out of Jester. I just wish I knew that Beebbs was okay.
Being holed up like this my mind had been bouncing back and forth with worry about Beebbs and trying to comprehend these recent developments. It wasn't helping. A few days however, let the damage around my HMI heal up considerably and I was back into mostly functioning order. After the long down time from the accident and now more waiting... (Accident! Was it really? I don't seem to be able to consider it anything but. However, I can't see it being an accident that I ended up in a coma six hundred light years from the last place I remember being.) After the long down time I feel rusty. I just need to get some time behind the stick again. Calm my nerves. Get off this neat little drug cocktail I've been self-medicating with.
I filed a flight plan out to the suspect Selenium site with the Stellar Cartographers Guild and started packing for an extended trip. It wasn't far away, but I was hoping that I'd be able to stay out until I could quiet my mind. I checked the news. Galnet; something about the Marlinist Independence. Vox Galactica; the superpowers playing nice with Salvation. The local politics seem calm for a change... I wonder what storm is about to hit. I'm not sure where to be anymore. I'm lost and without direction. Floating in the vastness of space. Waiting to be swept up in whatever torrent washes over us next. It'll be soon...
I left shortly after the news. A few jumps and I was there. But I can't get over this feeling that I'm being watched. Every move I make. Every system I visit. Just over my shoulder. Just out of the corner of my eye... There's nothing there. I just have to keep telling myself. Reminding myself that it's all in my head. After effects of a drug addled mind coming down off semi-psychedelic performance enhancers. I have to stop jumping at shadows... Heh... The Shadows...