Highs and Lows
30 Sep 2024IAMDOC
The courier jobs went well, for the most part.The jumps from star to star were no issue, and I reached Drew Station with plenty of fuel and time left. What pissed me off was trying to dock at the station. A critical part of the Pilot's Assessment Test that I forgot in my nervousness and excitement was how to request docking. I tried every way I could think to hail the station through my Nav computer, but I couldn't reach anyone. Wasn't until I picked up a 400cr fine for blocking a landing pad I finally threw the throttle to idle and scoured the Pilot's Handbook for an answer. I was using the wrong tab, needed to use my Contacts tab instead. Once I threw the book across my ship and knocked over some stuff in the cargo bay, I belted back in and secured my docking clearance.
The other stations went by without incident, but a personal problem arose. I've never been lonely before, I've always had brothers in arms. Whether I hated or loved the person next to me on patrol, we could always at least talk about things. Now I'm just drifting through the stars with nothing but the hum of my engines to keep me company.
I'm docked now at Dutton Terminal. To combat the loneliness I'm downloading a handful of videos, a series of them where a guy named Ron buys an Eagle Mk 1 and rebuilds it. It's something for now at least.
On the job front I'm having little luck though. I don't have enough cargo space to bother transporting commodities from station to another, and there are no courier jobs available here. Hell, they won't even buy my cartographic information I picked up on the way here. I need to figure out what I'm going to do with the money from the courier job, and what my next job will be.
For now I'm getting another room, a slightly fancier one this time. I'll have to take a walk in the morning and talk to some more people, there's got to be someone that needs something done.
Doc out.