TXTX001 - the sound of a credit
29 Jan 2024tixtox
Bip, Bip, Bip - as I hear the familiar sound, I take a glance at my credit score, away from the scurrying cargo drones. A pretty sum. All these credits stowed away in the cluttered module storage of the Voidqueen. Tucked away between all these bits, parts, pieces, and memories. Well, new beginnings are better served on a clean slate. The smell of oil and metal welding breezes through the hangar. Probably a broken vent, I think while I pull out a cigarette and light it. Claire would not approve - she was so proud when I quit after settling down. But old habits don't die; they just slumber.I never thought I would come back to the life of a commander. But the universe runs on its own accord. While others enjoy the peace of retirement or death, I find myself again in the old scuffed chair. The comms panel lights up with some internal memo of this new squadron I recently joined. Paladins - me, a knight in shiny armor. That image does not fit me very well; it feels itchy. However, they gave a warm welcome, served a wholesome story with a good pint, and their joint is still running reasonably well. So let's see where this thread leads.
Bip, Bip, Beep Unloading is done, a last long drag on the cigarette, then I head back out. I wonder what awaits.