Log #012: Forging the Razor's Edge
23 Nov 2024Bobby Brightside
(The audio log begins with a faint creak of a chair and the steady hum of ship systems in the background. Bobby’s voice comes through, gruff but with a hint of satisfaction.)Bobby (grizzled, reflective):
Commander Bobby Brightside here. Today was one of those days where the grind finally paid off.
Managed to harvest enough raw materials from a handful of sites—painstaking work, but worth it in the end. Once I had everything I needed, I traded it all down at the nearest raw materials trader. That cleared the last hurdle for outfitting The Red Razor.
After that, it was time to head back to the Bubble. Long-haul journeys like that are a special kind of torture—just you, the hum of the ship, and an empty void that seems to stretch forever. I don’t mind solitude, but this… this gets under your skin after a while.
Once I got back, I flew The Wanderer to Deciat. First stop was calling in a favor to have The Red Razor transported over from Shajn Market. No trouble there, but I’d have to wait for it to arrive.
[Beat]
In the meantime, the locals were buzzing about a civil war happening in Deciat. Decided to put the downtime to good use and jumped into a high-intensity conflict zone. Figured I might as well make a few credits while waiting. The fighting was fierce—reminded me of my Navy days. By the time I made it back to the starport, The Red Razor had arrived, and I’d earned a cool 10 million credits. Not bad for a side hustle.
[Transition Sound: Thrusters Engaging]
Flew The Red Razor down to see Felicity Farseer. She worked her magic, outfitting it with a shielded FSD drive and stripping down the weight. She called it an experimental technique, but it seemed to do the trick. The Razor feels sharper than ever—ready for whatever comes next.
Once the upgrades were done, I took her back to the starport, swapped into The Wanderer, and set a course for home—Shajn Market. Feels good to wrap up a day where everything came together. Not every day’s like this, but when they are… well, it’s why I do what I do.
Commander Bobby Brightside, signing off.
(The audio fades out with the faint hum of ship engines and the sound of Bobby stretching, the weight of the day behind him.)