In the beginning...
31 Jan 2018Zebulon
Well, the ship is in for repair. Luckily the insurance will cover the cost. Time to take it easy for a bit. Being a solo freelancer isn't half the fun that they tell you it will be. The money was pretty good for a bit. Running bootleg past the Empire Customs to the thirsty workers and the nobility looking for some rough liquor was fine. Then your competition stitches you up. I got out of the station before their scanners registered that I was wanted. Hit the FSD before the law caught up with me. Won't be going back there in a hurry. Popped out at a further destination only to be horsed by some lowlife bounty hunter as I entered my neighbouring system. Knocked about badly I gave them the slip and limped back to the home base.
These guys are great here, they ask no awkward questions, are as poor as dirt so like the trade I do bring in. Its a quiet backwater and nothing of interest here. There are the stories about the Thargoids. Some local religious group have gone full on praying for the return of "The Guardians", whoever they were.
On my limp home I did get a message through from a passing wing and I suspect their presence may have thrown off my pursuer. "The Fatherhood". Interesting crew. Given my present financial circumstances I may take them up on their offer and throw in my lot. They seem to be pretty relaxed in their organisation and look out for one another, like my old outfit, "The Alliance of Freelancers", but that is a whole other story.
Time to sit back, enjoy the cigar and whiskey and ponder the future....