I took a break from smuggling runs to do a few trading flights. I dropped the scanner for a slightly expanded cargo container in the Eranin market.
I swore under my breath...
"Two extra tons is all you've got? Sonofa... aw hell for 1000 creds it'll be worth carrying a bit extra. At least now I can pull that liquor contract"
I stood my own watch while the crews dod their installation.
Two jumps later I find myself bearing down on Beagle 2. Damn. I know they won't be happy to see me there... I find myself recalling the quelling of an insurgent force that resulted in far too many deaths, and a portion of the station shut down for months...
My flight computer is ablaze.
INTERDICTION.
Great... a cargo hold laden with gold and I've got a viper tearing me out of space.
Voice coms requested.
"Shut down your engines or die."
Motherf...
"Not tonight you sonofa..."
I find myself almost foolishly slamming my power into my engines, knowing fully well that I am likely to be outmaneuvered.
The leaden rain pours in. Shields are down. FSD malfunctioning. I'm watching hull strength tick away as my canopy begins tk crack...
FSD comes back online as my hull drops below 30... 20...
I'm not gonna make it.
slam the boosters while performing evasive...
I am in SC.
I MADE IT.
I pulled into Beagle 2, dumped the gold, and waited through dirty looks and curses until repairs were complete.
I survived another one...
I swore under my breath...
"Two extra tons is all you've got? Sonofa... aw hell for 1000 creds it'll be worth carrying a bit extra. At least now I can pull that liquor contract"
I stood my own watch while the crews dod their installation.
Two jumps later I find myself bearing down on Beagle 2. Damn. I know they won't be happy to see me there... I find myself recalling the quelling of an insurgent force that resulted in far too many deaths, and a portion of the station shut down for months...
My flight computer is ablaze.
INTERDICTION.
Great... a cargo hold laden with gold and I've got a viper tearing me out of space.
Voice coms requested.
"Shut down your engines or die."
Motherf...
"Not tonight you sonofa..."
I find myself almost foolishly slamming my power into my engines, knowing fully well that I am likely to be outmaneuvered.
The leaden rain pours in. Shields are down. FSD malfunctioning. I'm watching hull strength tick away as my canopy begins tk crack...
FSD comes back online as my hull drops below 30... 20...
I'm not gonna make it.
slam the boosters while performing evasive...
I am in SC.
I MADE IT.
I pulled into Beagle 2, dumped the gold, and waited through dirty looks and curses until repairs were complete.
I survived another one...