Stage 2 - From Colonia to Ishtar
"Yo, pilots! Gonna help the veteran?"
The guy was an insult to this place. He looked more like a hobo than a veteran and smelled like... C'mon, it was the best bar at Jacques Station! How he could pass these two big guys at the entrance? After arrival we left our ships in docks for repairs, refills and several fresh packs of heat sinks to cover our embarrassing mishaps. We also cashed our cartography data and therefore had more money than anytime in our entire lives. We could afford everything. But since Colonia is not the Bubble, "everything" means a lot less here than there. No half-naked waitresses, no post-space-techno music, no universities which means no pretty philosophy or sociology students who admire wrinkles, round bellies and lots of life experience and are eager to hear our horrifying stories about the Black, taking some dozens of kCR just by accident, obviously having no intention to do that. Ability to look at a modern design of the bar, good food and not diluted drinks were all explorers could buy here, regardless of how much money they had on their accounts. But he still didn't fit in there.
He also had something leaking from his left... OK, never mind. That's irrelevant for the story. Let's say he looked like somebody who could really use some help.
And he was old. Damn, he could be older than we both combined! Who uses "yo" nowadays? Our parents considered "yo" antique as hell and it was decades ago. He was probably the most ancient creature we've ever met. This alone made us respect him and not tell him to get lost.
And, to be honest, the atmosphere at the bar was so tense and boring that we could use any distraction just to kill some more time waiting for our ships to get ready. Thargoids, exodus, thargoids, burning stations, thargoids, repairing stations, thargoids, AX weapons. Did I mention thargoids? What had happened to these people? Who had really seen a thargoid? I'd done around 100 kLY through the Galaxy and never saw a single worm ship. If they were so advanced, why there were no their scouts scattered all over the Milky Way? Destroyed stations? I'm pretty sure the reason was more related to humans + alcohol aggregation than alien life forms. Kind of scary story that parents tell their children to make them go to bed early, allowing a couple of hours of silence become real at the evening...
"What can we do for you?" Antarxis must have had similar thoughts as I, so he asked as politely as he could.
"Oh, no, wait! I don't want the charity! I have something really useful for you guys." Antarxis' politeness is not really clear to people who doesn't know him. Frankly, it can be easily mistaken with first signs of incoming violence. The guy was frightened and I wasn't surprised.
"Like...?" I asked promptly to ease his mind a bit.
"Have you heard of Cmdr Chiggy Vonrictofen?" He asked.
"Of course, everyone has. The guy who can cross the whole Galaxy at the time I need to go to the loo, wash my hands and do an engine warm-up in my AspX." I said.
"Have you met him in person?"
"Yes, of course!" I confirmed.
"No, never." Antarxis denied at the same time. I was not sure whether he forgot that we really had met the guy or I forgot that we hadn't...
"Ehm... Whatever. He had inspired me to build a device I want to offer you. A speedometer!" His face was shining from a pride. He looked like a 3-year-old kid showing his parents the first ever picture of them.
"Look, we have speedometers on our ships. Most modern ones. Measurements in m/s, km/s, even speed-of-light scale up to 2001c! We really don't need another one." I started to regret we hadn't asked the guy to simply get lost.
"Speed of light you say?!? Don't be ridiculous. Speed of light is good for little girls in their slow space-cows like traders or miners! My device is scaled in chiggis! It's a chiggy-o-meter!"
"What the... is chiggy-o-meter?" Antarxis still tried to be polite. But I saw it cost him more and more effort.
"Such great pilots, such slow minds..." He looked really disappointed.
"One chiggy is 60 kylies per 48 hours. Or 30 kylies per day. It's the standard pace of Cmdr Chiggy. The device is scaled from one thousandth of chiggy, so you can easily measure your speed even if you're much slower than him." Now he looked like a math professor from one of the Bubble's academies. I missed the students, especially the one with ginger hair, who...
"What is the maximum indication? How many chiggis can this thing measure and display?" Antarxis evidently saw an incoming challenge.
"You nuts?" The old man started but my friend's facial expression told him to not try to question his questions.
"Ehm... Should show up to 2 chiggies with no problems. Not sure what happens if you're faster, but guys, it's not gonna..."
"How much?" Antarxis cut his incoming statement and probably saved some of old man's last teeth.
"Almost free. Just buy me a meal and drink here and provide me with some iron, vanadium and germanium which I used to build the device."
"Sounds fair." Antarxis waved the robo-waiter.
"Give this man whatever he orders, on our account."
"Certainly, sir." Robo-waiter played the answer recorded decades ago by a girl with a voice of a sex-bomb-on-fire (despite it looked like one-handed washing machine with built-in holo projector) and moved away.
"She knows what I usually order." The old man reacted to question marks painted on our faces. Something was wrong, but I didn't know what. Or maybe I knew but forgot...?
"I see one problem here." I said finally, very proud of my acute mind, holding a small box in my hands.
"The device is single and we both have ships. Do you have another one?"
"I wouldn't call it a problem. Just do your journey together this time." He said with a smile.
We all started to laugh. The guy had a sense of humor! But...
"Hey! Wait! How did you know that we..." Understanding what he had just said took me a while and he must have used this time to disappear.
"What the...?" Antarxis was as surprised as I.
"That's strange. I don't remember we told him that we got to Colonia separately. And he didn't take the mats." I still couldn't understand.
"Whatever. I'm glad he's gone. Creepy one. And smelly. We have the device, we can beat Chiggy's pace on the way to Ishtar and this thing will provide us with the proof." His eyes were shining, hands were shaking, he was obviously in his "hunting mode". I had seen it many times when an ELW or terraformable WW appeared on his ship's radar.
"Unless it's a crap and simply doesn't work..." I doubted, showing the robo-waiter that I want to pay and still holding the small box, the chiggy-o-meter.
Several minutes later I was holding Antarxis as strong as I could to prevent him from destroying the sex-bomb-on-fire-robo-waiter, the bar, two big guys at the entrance and everything and everyone he could grab in his hands. The old man ordered meals and drinks with unpronounceable names and we had to pay almost 950k Cr for them. Even though he hadn't touched anything before he vanished. For comparison - we paid 15k for our orders. It became pretty obvious why he was able to enter the bar and why he didn't need to explain his order...
We'd been played like kids. Not the first time, though. Almost 1M Cr were painful but luckily we could afford it with no major consequences.
We hit the docks and our ships were ready. Antarxis' rage was still not completely gone, so he had to dock back twice to repair some take-off scratches before he finally managed to leave the station. We met at about 20 km from the station to do a memorial photo of our voyage and... reverse thrust switch malfunction made us crash into each other and he had to pay another visit to station's dock to have it fixed. I discreetly switched our comm link off when they proposed a 10%-discount loyalty card to him...
So we departed to Ishtar, with a pit-stop in Oob Brue Nebula. As fast as we could, took the "Chiggy challenge" quite seriously. Almost entire route in jump/scoop/jump/scoop mode. Almost no exploring, almost no scanning.
The nebula itself was not really interesting. No rare stars, no super-fancy systems, normal-fancy ones already discovered. So after a little break we resumed jump/scoop/jump/scoop and arrived at "green" Tyreanie GU-D d13-56 system, the "virtual border" of Ishtar, a waypoint of Mercury 7 Expedition. Nice place. Hunting for mats under two suns had been really pleasant.
Surprisingly, the chiggy-o-meter seemed to work during the flight! But the old man messed the scaling up, obviously. It never showed more than 0.25 chiggies...
...to be continued