Tried trading. Make money. Too slow.
Stumbled on some floating cargo - consumer technology IIRC. What the heck. Scooped it up. On the way back to Wundt colony to sell it on the black market got jumped and since my sidewinder is a killer bird - gimble mounted class E Beam Laser and gimble mounted class G multi-cannon) and being a bit ticked off I dropped out of frame shift mode with kickin' butt on my mind. Offed the offender, a competent flyer in a viper. Not hard - the beam takes out the shields and I target the power plant. The multi-cannon does the rest.
Man that felt good. Offloaded the scooped up cargo and got 17K for it and another 15K for the guy that jumped me.
Well DANG! That's the most money I'd made in a long time.
So the next thing I know I'm bounty huntin' and scoopin up the left over cargo and high tailin' it out of Dodge before the feds show up.
So now I'm a freakin' vulture preying on the weak (harmless, mostly harmless and competent most of the time with an occasional dangerous, elite, expert or master tossed in - those experts can be tough - I run like a yeller dog when they get me down to less than 50% integrity).
And now I've got enough money to buy that Viper I've been wantin'. Hangin in the bars and brothels on Wundt Colony and FEEL like a pile of warmed up fecal matter.
What's wrong with me? I'm makin' the galaxy safe for the sheep. I deserve the cargo my victims were carrying. Well - don't I? DON'T I!!!!
Stumbled on some floating cargo - consumer technology IIRC. What the heck. Scooped it up. On the way back to Wundt colony to sell it on the black market got jumped and since my sidewinder is a killer bird - gimble mounted class E Beam Laser and gimble mounted class G multi-cannon) and being a bit ticked off I dropped out of frame shift mode with kickin' butt on my mind. Offed the offender, a competent flyer in a viper. Not hard - the beam takes out the shields and I target the power plant. The multi-cannon does the rest.
Man that felt good. Offloaded the scooped up cargo and got 17K for it and another 15K for the guy that jumped me.
Well DANG! That's the most money I'd made in a long time.
So the next thing I know I'm bounty huntin' and scoopin up the left over cargo and high tailin' it out of Dodge before the feds show up.
So now I'm a freakin' vulture preying on the weak (harmless, mostly harmless and competent most of the time with an occasional dangerous, elite, expert or master tossed in - those experts can be tough - I run like a yeller dog when they get me down to less than 50% integrity).
And now I've got enough money to buy that Viper I've been wantin'. Hangin in the bars and brothels on Wundt Colony and FEEL like a pile of warmed up fecal matter.
What's wrong with me? I'm makin' the galaxy safe for the sheep. I deserve the cargo my victims were carrying. Well - don't I? DON'T I!!!!
