12-17-2008, 05:05 PM
Tom left London that day with no regrets. His credit account would surely buy him a new ship once he found one, and he had plenty to blow on what he wanted until he found it. Tom was obsessed, not any ship was good enough for him, he knew out there somwhere there was one that would suit him perfectly, all that remained was to find it.
As the transport speeded him away from his home he spent little time pondering and sleeping like an average passenger, but spending countless hours on the obsevation decks, somtimes not moving from one spot for hours on end. Fellow passengers would somtimes return to the observation decks twice in one day to find him standing where he was several hours ago. They were anxious of him, but they did not have reason.
So it was a lonely journey for Tom. The transports took him from corner to croner of the Sirius sector. And yet he watched and waited from Hamburg to Kyushu to Canaria to Los Angeles. The first place he would go is the ship dealer on each to discover new models and put them to his test.
He was on a junker base in Omega 15 when he found himself out of cash and out of luck. His budget would only stretch so far and he could'nt contemplate affording his ideal ship never mind finding it. So he approached the ship dealer and bought a ship. It wasn't what he had in mind, he just needed somthing that could get him from A to B and put up a fight when the pirates felt lucky. Which in this case was a prototype junker ship. At first it was obviousley junker made, the paint job was so shabby it might as well have been dragged from the debris field anyway. Tom hated it, but in the end it was apparent that he needed it nonetheless.
As the transport speeded him away from his home he spent little time pondering and sleeping like an average passenger, but spending countless hours on the obsevation decks, somtimes not moving from one spot for hours on end. Fellow passengers would somtimes return to the observation decks twice in one day to find him standing where he was several hours ago. They were anxious of him, but they did not have reason.
So it was a lonely journey for Tom. The transports took him from corner to croner of the Sirius sector. And yet he watched and waited from Hamburg to Kyushu to Canaria to Los Angeles. The first place he would go is the ship dealer on each to discover new models and put them to his test.
He was on a junker base in Omega 15 when he found himself out of cash and out of luck. His budget would only stretch so far and he could'nt contemplate affording his ideal ship never mind finding it. So he approached the ship dealer and bought a ship. It wasn't what he had in mind, he just needed somthing that could get him from A to B and put up a fight when the pirates felt lucky. Which in this case was a prototype junker ship. At first it was obviousley junker made, the paint job was so shabby it might as well have been dragged from the debris field anyway. Tom hated it, but in the end it was apparent that he needed it nonetheless.