Apparently I’m someone’s errand boy
10 Feb 2016TheDarkLord
No fixed abode. SidewinderOctober 3301
Although the flying skills came back to me over the next couple of weeks, trading wasn’t going well. I had yet to discover the layers of information that could be gained from the community. Information sites you could visit that told you what to buy and where to take it for fun and profit. I was losing money, and losing time. I kept being shot down, and was growing to hate this little wedge with its puny weapons, drives and shield. This venture to get my life back on track looked like it was failing. Changes to approach were required.
I decided to have a crack at the Bulletin Board in station. Delivery missions seemed to be a reasonable shout. Down to my last 200Cr, a payment of 3,347Cr to ship 2 tonnes of coffee to some outpost four light years away seemed like manna from heaven. Sign me up!
It took a long time to get from the Witchspace exit to the outpost. No-one else on my scanner seemed particularly interested in my cargo. Landing on the pad on the outside of the station was a novelty, but I was still fearful of the mail slot, so it was a welcome novelty. This outpost had pirate flags rippling in the solar winds. I wondered if there would be some action and/or unpleasantness here.
I delivered the coffee, and felt flush for the first time in a long time. I needed more of this.