A Hard Day's Night
22 Aug 2018Scubadog
I'm tuckered out. It has been a grueling past few days, running cargo missions to support the hydroponics work being done out at Templar Barracks in the Randgnid system. There's something exhausting about making the same series of jumps between the same systems over and over and over and over. The only thing that has broken the monotony has been the occasional interdiction--which does make for a nice piece of extra credits when I give these fools who pulled me out of hyperspace a shake-and-bake surprise. Oh, and then there is this one commander who seems bent on nothing more than to ram ships coming and going from Templar. Talk about a knuckle-dragger. Anyway, so far I'm in the 50 percentile, so I can expect a pretty decent purse of cashy money when Templar has everything it needs. I'm already making some fair gains to rebuilding my bank account at this point. I still have quite a bit before I cross back over the 100mil credit line, but, hey, progress. So, I was starting to nod off on my last route to deliver the goods, which would be a very bad thing if I end up doing that during re-entry to a system. Boiling inside my Python is not the way I wanna go out. So, I've parked in the hangar for now and as soon as I secure everything and put Eden in security mode, I'm headed to the relative comfort of one of Templar's guest staterooms.
Perhaps a quick bite to eat and a glass of wine before I rest my head.