The Saga of Grendel and Goldilocks (pt 4)
17 Oct 2017Ohgren
After getting the cold shoulder from the boss lady, I flew off to the low RES for some easy target shooting. For pirate bait I've got ten tonnes of Bodehengue's finest whisky. Yes, I know, I'm looking for very desperate lame ass pirates, I admit it. So sue me. I get to the low RES and its just me, about 50 trigger-happy cops, and some pimple-faced kid in a sidewinder that just got a parking ticket and a 200 credit bounty. My vision of swarms of fat, easy kills poots away like a beer fart in an afterburner. Sheesh! What else ya got?Back to supercruise. Next planet, same shit: Haz or low, take your pick. I do a background search on "Grendel" while I'm cruising and I learn that Grendel was some sort of a legendary lame-ass Earth monster who had to have his mom bail him out of a fight. Seem's sort of oddly apropos. I think maybe I should change my name to another legendary hero, Goldilocks, as I search for a RES that's not too hot and not too cold.
Next planet has just conflict zones. Nah. Not my battle. I'm always down with killing baddies who mess with miners. Maybe on account of my parents were miners who got roasted by pirates. Whatever. Anyway, The CZs always seem to be about a bunch of rich guys fighting for a bigger share of trillions of credits. Not about some poor honest slob who's just trying to send his kid to pilot school. The little guys die while the rich guys sip Eranin Pearl Whiskey safely back at their station. I keep cruising. Finally, the last planet has a regular RES and a high RES. In a spasm of overconfidence, I point my python at the high RES and drop down into whatever comes next. (To be continued...)