New worst job in the Galaxy

Flight Control at the big starports must be a hot contender. CMDRs ignore anything you say about speed limits first chance they get, and the rest of the day you're stuck with Cpt. Dingus in their stock Cobra over here, trying to patiently explain (again) that they need to push that big shiny lever in front of them if they want to go vroom vroom past the toast rack.

And that's just on a normal day. On the day you quit it wasn't Dingus but <annoying youtuber> going 'LOL spaceship' over the intercom while playing with his flight stick.
There is one thing to that job though that others don't have.

"Right, I've absolutely had enough of these idiots getting stuck in the dock. Deploy the laser cannons.... Ha ha, look at them trying to run."
 
Well, being the Tritium Depot guy on my Carrier must be quite stressful.

I now have interior access to my Carrier. Even when I'm in my flightsuit, I have a custom loadout where I'm packing my Tormentor.

He must surely know I'm looking for him. One day he'll visit the bar at the wrong time. I will finally let him know what I think about having to return to my T9 to transfer my own tritium, and the lesson will be brief.
 
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