Diamonds in the rough
14 Aug 2018Velswraith
I arrived to the bridge to see my comms channel alerting me to new messages."You didn't pick up my 4 tons of hairless ferrets!"
"You let that pirate scan your ship you filthy son of a b..."
"I said I wanted to SEE the combat zone, not be a part of it!"
"Hutton Orbital, Are we THERE YET!?"
I'm not sure what made me feel worse. The sound of angry passengers yelling at me or the fact that most of them had jettisoned themselves while in supercruise. While most CMDR's would have felt remorse for their actions, I was feeling remorse that I wasn't able to scoop up the Escape pods and sell them into the black market as slaves. Pods are not meant for supercruise. Now they are all little more than space dust.
Heading back to Jameson Memorial to mothball my Beluga. Patting the side of the "Illustrious" one last time as I hung up my space tourism hat.
As I sat at the station bar to drown my sorrows in a mug of Hutton Gin, I overheard a fellow CMDR talking about his latest acquisition. "S'ya! Me'n me mates were surprised to see 75 tons'o low temperature diamonds blowin' out da cargo hold. We scooped'em up for a pretty sum of 4million bones!"
I listened intently to the rest of their story. The more they drank, the more information they provided. Cargo ships, anarchy, the name of a few systems. Thinking to myself "Pirates, Worthless dregs ..." Wait, perhaps not so worthless.
Moments later I was in my silent running DBS following the pirates, to see what they were up to...