Back To The Bubble... A short tale.
So, I had been out of the bubble since before the talk of these elusive Engineers surfaced and came back from my 300 kylie circumnavigation of the galaxy.. What is a frustrated man to do, back from the rim?
Still 12 kylies out of the bubble I heard over the low bandwidth sub-utlra comms array a terse message coded in breftxt of the now legendary Morai CG shaping up and hearing that the progress was heating up, I high tailed it back.... 450 jumps in less than 8 hours later, I was back in the bubble. I had just enough time to research an "optimal homecoming" and decided my first post of call coming back would be Ngurii for 3 Soontill relics which a certain rumoured systems whiz called Elivra was hankering for.
With great trepidation in my delapidated Asp, I snuck back into the bubble as low silhouette as possible. Creators be praised, I reached the outskirts without incident and at Ngurii, my first port of call for over four months out on the rim I had my ship repaired and refilled, by a group of overworked and underappreciated technicians.
After hunting around the market for a bit I managed to pick the up some pristine looking relics. Spooky things, seemed not to want to be held, as if they would slip out of my grasp if I stopped paying attention. Made me shiver just looking at them.
Once they were locked up in their heavy crates and safely onboard, I headed cautiously to Shinrarta to change out of my tired Asp and meet up with some good old buddies from the Pilot's Fed.
I shared a few tales and shared a bunch of my discoveries with them and they seemed very happy the results.
Once I had a chance to say hello to my Cutter, which to their credit they had looked after gratis for nearly six months, I signed up for the closing moments of Morai and in the last three hours before the deadline (with a truck load of unclaimed exploration data) got myself in to the top ten per.
Claiming my 350kk and and after a all-too-short stop at the Dezhra soaplands, I headed off to Elvie. Oh my she was pleased to see me. Let's just say she has a very personal way of expressing gratitude when it comes to Xplodata. Within a couple of vigorous, sweaty but exhilarating hours I found myself in her... very bestest of good books. ;-)
What's more, she even introduced me to a couple of her buddies, Zach and Marco.
Zach is cool and all, but it was Marco from Sirius who really intrigued me. So it was off to Procyon to get myself in the Sirius Corp's books by selling copious amounts of Cartography data and thus receive a Sirius Permit, allowing me to meet with The Qwent himself.
Now here was the first issue I had with the universe after getting back. The ubiquitous commodity called Modular Terminals were elusive, in the last couple of days, I had only managed to find 4 of the blasted things.
Now Qwent runs a line of self-branded terminals, each updated with his apparently epic-grade firmware. Thus anyone who can bring him a truckload is bound to receive a favour or two from him... But I was buggered if I could find any more.
However, good Karma comes around and out of the blue, the Teaka Elite Altruist Baggers (TEA Baggers) helped me by offering me the missing terminals in exchange for my help in an upcoming skirmish.
I met Qwent, delivered his Terms and he, in response upgraded a few of my bits and bobs. What a guy! Very good looking, from an Engineer point of view. Heck, he was even kind enough to introduce me to his compatriot, a professor no less. Professor Palin.
Heading over to Maia to pay my respects to this paragon of learning whom I had heard about when the whole barnacle thing went down, I had the spectacle of the Pleiades nebula to welcome me.
Palin was a gracious host and told me that if I shared some of my exploration data with him, he would be happy to take a look at my ship.
We got though 20kk of Carto including numerous water worlds, a number of ammonia worlds (which he seemed inordinately interested in) and even a couple of ringed Earthlikes. All in all, he was well chuffed and promised to let me access his most extensive experiments.
I thanked him profusely, promising him I would be back with more materials for his research.
But before he left, he told me that there was this old flame of his, on the other side of the bubble. A lovely lass called felicity... Over a few glasses of Lavian's best, we chatted about lost loves and new loves and the chance of other life in the galaxy when he asked me if I wouldn't pick up a tonne of Metas and take them over to her with a little mention of his name while I was at it.
Having partaken of more Brandy than is good for even a solidly built man like myself I promised him forthwith and headed to the market place to negotiate a price on a rather rare and important good.
With the Metas safely in the cargo hold, I bid Maia good bye and headed off back into the bubble and out the other side.
Deciat. Ah Deciat. The seat of the visionary... And quite literally I mean it, too.... Dr. Farseer.
She greeted me courteously enough, having knowledge of my extensive travels, but it was only when I passed her the key to the trunk which held the meta alloys, on Palin's good request, that she opened up.
She told me that she, like Palin was interested in everything and anything to do with the "makeup" of the galaxy.
I pulled out a bottle of Lavian Brandy '86 vintage which Palin had entrusted me with and asked her if she would be interested in taking a look at some of the data I had acquired on my circumnavigation...
Oh how her eyes lit up, both at the Brandy, clearly a vintage that had some special meaning to her and at the offer of carto. It was then and I realised why her name was so appropriate for with a voracious appetite, she browsed her way through and selected at least 20 million credits worth of data from the farthest reaches of the milky way!
We polished off the entire bottle.
The next day, after a few more bits and bobs changed hands, she personally modified my ship's frame shift drive and increased the range by nearly 50%. I was gobsmacked. Not only that, but she had the good graces to introduce me to one of her oldest friends, Juri Ishmaak. I will forever be grateful to her!
After promising to bring more of my ships to her laden with materials useful for her research, I bade her farewell and headed off into the black...