A Very Brief Respite At Amundsen
07 Mar 2018Scubadog
I didn't want to stay long. I'm way too anxious to move on down the road. The waves are getting more intense and more frequent about what the Thargoids are up to, and even though the Core is a big place, there's too much I need to get done in as short a time as possible before heading home to Colonia Dream. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I don't do combat as a rule. I didn't pick a fight with the aliens, and I'm not lookin' to egg one on. If I never run into one of those space flowers, it'll be too soon. Trading waves with some commanders back home, it's plain a lot of preparin' is going on back there...just in case. I think I'm less fearful that I'll get sucked headlong into a battle with Thargoids than I am that all the markets are going to go haywire in a panic driven by whatever the Thargoids have in store for the Core Systems. It won't do to arrive in the Core just to find that prices for all the modules have gone intergalactic and engineers all but disappeared.
I've got to push all that out of my head. So, I think I was at Amundsen for about six hours before plugging in Hillary to the nav computer and launching out again.
I'm hoping this was a good sign...my first jump away from Amundsen and I find an earth-like world. I think I needed that as a reminder of why I'm out here. Not to trade, not to mine, not to steal from others or go after those who do. But to explore. That's my stock in trade. So, if I'm going to pull into the Core with my planned 200mil credits, I've got to balance my anxiousness to get there with the need to actually explore and chart systems along the way. The ship's flying straight and true. All is well...at least where I am. Alright, Azeria, take me where we're going. Eden knows the drill.
Let's kick this pig.