Alright I'm getting going. Found myself a nice little earner out of Sol.
At first I thought I'd try my hand at running some rare's around the old loop. It helped blow out some of the cobwebs in my brain and got the old neurons firing, triggering the muscle memory. But soon lost interest and started to itch for the old coping mechanisms. Cold turkey with no support... not a good idea.
Before I knew it I was waking up on the floor of the cargo bay of Gormongander, familiar taste of alcohol in my mouth, familiar pounding of alcohol in my head. And the rare's? Gone. The chump change left in my credits processor and recent transaction logs, showed me that I made some really bad decisions over the previous 4 days. It was a wonder I had even managed to pilot Gormongander at all, just another reminder that this Lady would always do right by me.
(That's right a Lady, not a girl. She's seen too goddam much to call her a girl. To much respect.)
Anyway that was it I had to find something else, something with less focus. Something that allowed me to earn while also allowing me to indulge. I kept thinking "I'll clean up later, for now I just have to maintain." Such a stereotype addict. I looked up where I was as I powered up the engines and requested launch clearance.
'41 Lambda Hydrae' Why did I recognise that name? The computer indicated a personal message from a local in the system, but it would have to wait. I would dig out some of those old permits from a lifetime ago and regroup in Sol...
After spending some time in Abraham Lincoln looking up old friends, old contacts, old....dealers (far less than I remember) I started to earn some rep with the 'Mother Gaya' faction just being a courier. It helped me earn and I always had the evenings off. Always went out with someone never alone and always left the processor behind just took a loaded credit wristband.
Then I got the first few delivery/courier offers to 'Alpha Centauri' Al-Din Prospect'', had a few scrapes with Pirates (got the blood pumping, stirred up the old animal in me) dealt with easily enough. Earned me a bounty or two, good sport. And then back before closing time.
After a week, the game changer, a data delivery contract to 'Alpha Centauri' for 1Mill. My mouth got dry very quickly. I looked up the details. "Hutton Orbital"
0.22Ly from the arrival point, over a hour in a straight line, nothing to do. Alone! I could hear that voice in my head again "that's a DEEP DIVE, ALONE, this is a bad idea".
I looked at the reward coulomb again, licked my lips and clicked accept.
Well at least I could get stuff done. There was so much that I had been meaning to do (got to remember to get enough booze), I had been meaning to patch up the hull reinforcements (got to remember to get some stardust). Oh and there was that message from.... Oh where was it again? Oh yes Elder N.R.Crosby from '41 Lambda Hydrae'.... Why do I recognise that system name?
Anyway gotta get ready for this Dive...