That Sense of Dread
22 Sep 2021Aylin Ouyang
It's been a couple of days since I was presented with an offer to fly a "team" into a pirate-controlled outpost to perform an "extraction mission."Look at those words. I'm not military personnel, even putting them down feels so alien to me. Why in the world was I selected? For someone as supposedly well-resourced as he is, picking a random pilot (me) makes no sense.
Right now I'm flipping between fear of the mission and greedy thoughts of the payout, the second of which is probably what got me stuck in this situation in the first place.
I did some background digging on Mr Vadamee, and found nothing remarkable. Seems to be a small-business owner who does some humanitarian stuff on the side. What he offered me to just plug a cable in though, that was not from some small-business owner. He probably has something bigger that he's hiding? Like, enough to own an Imperial Cutter, and to modify it to fit a Sidewinder.
On that note, I got in touch with his right-hand man, a short guy named Miller, to do some practice runs. He ran through the scenario with me, and we practiced docking and undocking the Sidewinder. It was a bit tricky at first, but at the end of the session I think I more or less got it.
Hopefully when the real thing happens, I won't be getting fired on. That fear is gnawing at me, and it's no fun.