I am in love!!!
Dear fellow Explorers and - more importantly - admirers of the trusty Type 6!
Let me introcude myself as someone who has also fallen for this quiet beauty which offers more than meets the eye [big grin]
My Name is Calvin Boomer and just some time ago in some backwater spaceport I got a special offer for a rusty Type 6. The local mechanic praised her as a reliable tradeship. I was looking for something a bit bigger than my Cobra Mk3 because my long legs were just getting too sleepy on the seat on my long journeys...
So....Deal! I sold my old ship and bought a seemingly muuuch older one... I disregarded the creaking noises the doors and the Floor made. And the canopy was scratched and dirty, too. But man, there was room for my feet now!!! I was nearly broke and had to get some jobs done so I checked the range of my new rustbucket. Wow, not bad for a Little trader...that gave me a lot more options choosing jobs on the blackboard.
And then came the moment of truth...well, actually it was the moment just BEFORE the moment of truth [big grin]
After getting clearance for takeoff I fired the thrusters and...something that sounded like a broken electric razor indicated to me a failed ignition

"Well, last chance, old lady."...Another try... ... ...Some more funny noises from the engine, but then dead again...
Did I mention I said "Last chance."? Well, I ain't no quitter and on the third time - and after a hearty hit on the control panel - the engines kicked in and I was able to - slowly - leave the starport. The frame of the ship protested a bit when I pressed the throttle full forward but still she gained height steadily. Then I reached Hyperspace position and initiated the jump...
Now THIS was the moment I fell in love with her!
It started with a sublime trembling in my seat and grew to a buzzing Sound, just before the ship made the - smooth - transition into witchspace. She was made for me [big grin]
In the next system I arranged for the most urgent repairs and continued on with courier jobs for a Little while. In the Cobra Mk3 I had not been able to do more than three jumps in a row before I needed to stretch my legs somewhere. In the Type 6 seat I could fly until the tank was empty and more. So I decided to satisfy my long subdued longing for the great beyond, bought a crazily expensive advanced discovery scanner and took her on a shakedown cruise to Darwin and back.
On that journey I christened her "RSS Boomer" and when we were back she got a proper paintjob and the latest gizmos necessary for deep space travel and exploration.
When I show up at Felicity Farseer's on my times in the bubble she still shakes her head in disbelief but with a smirk helps me retuning the FSD drive. "Each their own.", she always says...