Panic.
I wake up in a panic. Somebody has his hand over my mouth.
Panic.
Can't see anything. I struggle but the man pins me down with ease.
"sssshhh, ssssshhhh, it's me. Don't shout."
His voice sounds familiar but . . .
I calm down a bit, it's probably a prank by the other cadets.
"I felt a great disturbance in the force".
That's code the cadets use. The voice however is our flight instructor. He removes his hand and I can breath.
"Follow me, bad news".
Minutes later we're in the principles office, none of us in uniform.
"We have a problem cadet, there's money on your head. Lot's of money."
Who? Why?
"You probably can guess why. But that's not important. They plan to kill you as soon as you leave the sandbox. They'll be waiting for you after this class graduates next week."
I'll trade up my ship, I'll meet them head one with a Cobra Mk III, no a Viper.
"That's no match for an FdL, besides you're a terrible shot."
An FdL? I never considered they would sent an FdL after me. I'm dead.
"The plan is you leave the district now. You will not graduate but you get a very convincing license. Take one of the Sideys and we will forget to report it missing.
Head for Maia, go to the listening posts there. Use anarchy and low security systems only to plot your route. Only stop to refuel.
Off you go cadet and good luck."
And with that I am in a Sidewinder. Ditched the srv. A nod from the flight instructor and I take off.
As I am clearing Coelho station I plot the route.
This fuel will not get me far, should have taken a fuel scoop.
I wake up in a panic. Somebody has his hand over my mouth.
Panic.
Can't see anything. I struggle but the man pins me down with ease.
"sssshhh, ssssshhhh, it's me. Don't shout."
His voice sounds familiar but . . .
I calm down a bit, it's probably a prank by the other cadets.
"I felt a great disturbance in the force".
That's code the cadets use. The voice however is our flight instructor. He removes his hand and I can breath.
"Follow me, bad news".
Minutes later we're in the principles office, none of us in uniform.
"We have a problem cadet, there's money on your head. Lot's of money."
Who? Why?
"You probably can guess why. But that's not important. They plan to kill you as soon as you leave the sandbox. They'll be waiting for you after this class graduates next week."
I'll trade up my ship, I'll meet them head one with a Cobra Mk III, no a Viper.
"That's no match for an FdL, besides you're a terrible shot."
An FdL? I never considered they would sent an FdL after me. I'm dead.
"The plan is you leave the district now. You will not graduate but you get a very convincing license. Take one of the Sideys and we will forget to report it missing.
Head for Maia, go to the listening posts there. Use anarchy and low security systems only to plot your route. Only stop to refuel.
Off you go cadet and good luck."
And with that I am in a Sidewinder. Ditched the srv. A nod from the flight instructor and I take off.
As I am clearing Coelho station I plot the route.
This fuel will not get me far, should have taken a fuel scoop.