Entry 1. Me
14 Dec 2017Crzyrazr
Was it simply the sight of the emptiness in front of me that was beckoning me? Was it the lack of sleep for having to make jump after jump? Perhaps it was the constant nagging of my ship based AI that I had messages that needed to be read. Simply for those messages to tell me I needed to hurry, or that I could only take deliveries from certain people for certain people. Something had to change, had to give, had to end.I had seen and admired ships as they entered and left stations. The sight of Orcas entering and gracefully rotate 180 degrees to land. Anacondas blasting out of the mail slot pulling vertical course changes and jumping to super cruise. I admit I laughed at the Cobras that would come barreling through the slot in an attempt to smuggle in wines, slaves, and even weapons. Only to have forgotten to run silent get scanned and ignore the threats of the officials. They would quickly learn that trying to do a quick loop and try to boost their way out was a grave mistake. Some had been blasted by the station based turrets, same had simply misjudged their exit angles and smashed into the walls of the station.
So after a long while sitting in the hot seat of my initial Sidewinder that was “loaned” to me by my employer, for which I was grateful. I started to form a plan in my own thoughts during those flights between delivering data from one station to the next. I had heard tell of great experiences from other pilots while waiting for my little sidewinder to be fueled or repaired. Tales of distant stations where credits flowed. Tales of planets that had unheard of sights to be seen. The thought of the freedom to visit, mine, salvage as I pleased sent shivers through my soul. What else was out there? What else was possible?
I would say it was a month later I picked up a delivery of data to Worlidge Terminal and was awaiting Shadow, the name I had given my little sidewinder, to be refueled and repairs to the hull to be completed. That would be the last time that pirate would underestimate a sidewinder with blackened baffles and scars from previous encounters. I did issue him a warning message as I left him floating there after disabling his power distributor and AFMU. I was hanging around the local bar swapping stories with other pilots and local patrons, when I overheard a conversation behind me, tucked off in a dimly light corner. This conversation was the beginning of what I was looking for to free me from the binds of the hell I had been living in for the past five years. I was thinking to myself it could be a setup, but like I thought before something had to give.