Almost a year to the day later, I have finally managed to make it back to inhabited space today in Colonia. I decided to dock here to secure the data I'd collected in what I hoped would be a relatively safe space. I practiced controlling my craft a bit on a moon 3 jumps away and made sure all my controls were still bound right. Then came the moment I'd been waiting for for months. I dropped out of cruise and had the station there in front of me. I repeated the words "landing gear" and "docking clearance" several times like a mantra until I'd actually received clearance and ensured my gear was lowered. Then came the shoot through the mail slot. A maneuver I'd pulled off effortlessly hundreds if not thousands of times prior did not come easy this time. My stately glide through the slot in my Anaconda was tarnished when I ground off all my topside antennas when I misjudged my alignment. The rest went fine once I landed on the pad in the back. I generated roughly 50 million credits of data from the voyage. I'm sure had I spent the time farming bounties or trading I'd have made exponentially more in the intervening time, but somehow this feels like a much larger accomplishment.
In short, I've never had a release of breath and a total body relief that compared to that moment when I'd successfully docked. Only a meager 22K LY's to go back to the bubble and the start of my next phase with engineers!
CMDR Pilotbugs, DW Pilot # 341
In short, I've never had a release of breath and a total body relief that compared to that moment when I'd successfully docked. Only a meager 22K LY's to go back to the bubble and the start of my next phase with engineers!
CMDR Pilotbugs, DW Pilot # 341
