It was a cold night and I was on a trade run. I dropped just outside a station ready to dock; one of those cube ones with the odd large poles coming out either side. I get a bit to close to the poles, that was close, quick MOVE, why don't you have fing warning systems on your station or even fing shields I can bounce off. No, you fools, no shields on your station at all so I plough into it and lose about £260k that was invested in stock I was transporting.
I go to the local station manager after paying the leech insurance company for a replacement for my ship who promptly told me "Sorry sir, we don't insure cargo; beside you should of been looking where you're going". Funny, smart *rse. The manager of the station told me "It's not company policy to wrap the station in cotton wool, you might just want to be a bit more careful next time".
So I've put in a complaint about the cheeky station manager to the local government office and expect them to react soon. I don't pay my fing taxes for nothing (crew mate yells from across the room "But you don't pay your taxes")
SHUT UP.
Spent another 2 hours making the money back. Balls.
I go to the local station manager after paying the leech insurance company for a replacement for my ship who promptly told me "Sorry sir, we don't insure cargo; beside you should of been looking where you're going". Funny, smart *rse. The manager of the station told me "It's not company policy to wrap the station in cotton wool, you might just want to be a bit more careful next time".
So I've put in a complaint about the cheeky station manager to the local government office and expect them to react soon. I don't pay my fing taxes for nothing (crew mate yells from across the room "But you don't pay your taxes")
SHUT UP.
Spent another 2 hours making the money back. Balls.
