This evening, I felt I should finally bite the bullet and unlock The Dweller.. To be honest, it isn’t so much him I want as access to Lei Cheung, but that is another story! Anyway, I am sure the G5 Power Distributor will be useful
I am not cut out to be a criminal. I have no problem with conducting covert ops against an opposing faction, or other “all fair in love and war” scenarios, but sneaking around with illegal goods in my cargo is something I really didn’t want to have to do. So I made the best of it, and found 5 Federation outposts close to Sirius that would “benefit” from the decrease in security and chaos provided by my glistening Krait,
La Piuma Al Vento, casually offloading a ton of personal firearms at them.
I had selected outposts, rather than busy Coriolis or larger stations, as I had a feeling they would be less likely to have attendant cops, and less likely to scan me. Hesitatingly, I set off for my first port of call, Versalius City in Duamata. With my finger on the heat-sink deploy button, I edged my way in. No one around. Requested docking permission, granted. Landed without any comment or interest from the outpost. Phew.
And so it went on. For another 3 systems, a completely uneventful and most welcome safe landing, followed by a quick shady deal round the back of the bike sheds with the local fence, and off again.
Until I went to Sol.
Maybe it was a bit cheeky, going to offload some dodgy weapons to Burnell Station, in the absolute heart of Fed space, but the impish delight I got thinking about doing that sealed the deal, so off I went. As before, nothing remarkable happened, I dropped out of supercruise, slowed to a law-abiding crawl, and made my way towards the instantly provided pad. I was dropping down nicely towards it, all lined up, when..
“Scan detected”
Damn. Well, this is what the heat-sink is for, so I popped one off. As the ice crackled over the canopy, I thought “Job done, that should do the trick”.
Two seconds later... “Scan detected”
Oh hell.. pop another heat sink. Persistent, this lot. But here is the landing radar, so I’ll be down in moments now... OH HOLY ZARQUON’S SINGING FISH!! I’M THE WRONG WAY ROUND!!
“Scan detected”
F.. I mean, blast, last heat sink off... please let that be it... The platform swung beneath me wildly as I tried to turn the beast around by balancing on the nose and rolling, rising fear making me over compensate on my controls.
“Scan detected”
That’s it. I’m out of ammo for the heat-sink. I’m toast. But wait.. I’m aligned on the platform! Maybe if I plonk her down unceremoniously and land before the scan completes, I’ll be ok. With a wince and a prayer, I slammed the vertical thrusters and reversed enough to get me central as I dropped like a stone onto the deck.
“Docking successful”
Oh thank gods. As my heart-rate slowed to normal, I whispered an apology to
La Piuma, who had emitted all sorts of offended creaks and groans on being rammed into dock, and promised to repair and repaint anything that I had damaged in the process, just as soon as I had delivered this final ton of naughty shooters to the dodgy person in the shadows of the hangar.
And post repair, repaint, refresh, and a soothing cup of tea, we’re off to Wyrd...