Home Again
06 Feb 2017Tagz
So. Where to begin?I suppose the first thing I should do is blame my computer. Stupid thing glitched out and deleted all my previous log entries.
Ok, well, it was really more my cat.
Dax and FurloughBut it's hard to blame Dax, even if she did decide to paw at the screen the moment I wasn't looking. Touch auto-lock should have kicked in quicker. Ahh, who am I kidding, it's my fault. Just one of the many things you have to account for when you bring a cat with you on a spaceship.
No huge loss really, I have my memories. But I always had this romantic idea of someone else reading these personal logs long after I'm gone. Leaving a mark or something.
Anyhow, I've recently returned to Empire space. Apathaam system. "Home".
It's not home anymore. 45c Bootis is. Or maybe The Wanderlust is. My ship.
The WanderlustYeah, it would have to be my ship. I've spent more time in The Black in my Asp Explorer then my closet sized apartment on Ride Hub.
But I'm here now. I've sent for The Rockhammer, my other ship. A Type 6 speced for mining. It's weird to be on the client side of a ship transfer, but something I could get used to. It makes me feel like I've made it.
Now all I have to do is get in good enough with the Empire to buy a Clipper, find a needle in a haystack, and plan a prison break. What could go wrong?
Other then everything. Really, a promise to a friend can be more binding then Imperial slavery.