General Records Log #001
22 Nov 2022Sup3rNeat
General Records LogGalactic Exploration Vessel Alycidon.
System HIP 12099 on planet B1 – Jameson Crash Site.
22 Nov 3308
After ignoring the itch for as long as I could, I finally succumbed to temptation, sold it all and went full on nomad. No more terrestrial nonsense for me. I’m an adventurer.
So here I am. 500 hours into my career as a freelance starship pilot. I gotta’ say, I expected a little more out of my training package considering the amount of credits I threw down on it. I fried more than my fair share of flight computers learning how to fuel scoop, and I don’t think the ground crew over at Mawson Dock will forget my first unassisted landing any time soon. Some poor sucker is probably looking at my old Cobra in the used lot right now, blissfully ignorant to the abuse I put her through.
I’ve got a few light years under my belt now, though, and after a few misread contracts that took me out Hutton way, I’ve got my eyes peeled for sneaky businessmen out to hoodwink green pilots. Getting myself into an Asp was a great decision. Alycidon is a good boat. Forgiving for a greenhorn like me.
With the Thargoids rolling up on us, Galnet has me spooked. The Kingfisher is going to attempt peaceful communication? Why do I feel like all those folks are going to die? I’ve been taking runs out to the Jameson Crash Site for a few days now, stocking up on emissions data just in case. Monotonous? Sure, but I might have reconsidered this profession entirely if I had known there was a galactic war coming, and the engineering I need to get out of dodge is expensive. A few runs out to HIP 36601 has my raw materials storage bursting at the seams, but if I don’t start hunting down manufactured mats soon, the whole operation will be doomed before it starts.
Decent view, though. I have to say. Piloting a rover across an alien landscape while intergalactic war looms sure beats the average 9-5.