The last of the credits transfer over to my account, as the Medusa is hauled away. The new smaller craft is shiny and clean, brand spanking new in fact. The Crew thinks it should be called The Medusa II, hmmm I am not creative but that is down right remedial as far as creativity goes.
No (puffs cigar) this ship is sleek fast and slinky it needs a slinky fast name. A screw it The Medusa II.. told ya I wasn't creative... paint it on it! I am going to go see a man about a missile, well actually several missiles.
One of the cargo bays has been re-purposed into expanded crew quarters, now each member has their own space. I know a good spot to head once I get those missiles too.
*grinds out cigar on loading dock* Alright brother thanks for the help.
*yells* Let's go we got a living to earn and some debts to repay.
I walked past the desk dress in my mud stoppers and leather, crew looking like regular dirtballs minus Sally of course, she seems to always dress the part. I light a cigar, the waiter walks to me and says...
"sir you can't (face palm and push to ground over a table)
The room is reeling people get up, I see him fat and pompous. So you like putting hits on Junkers ... He stammers I... I .... [MM.greensleeves]
I blew up your vessel up there and now I am going to * lower blaster*
*shoot both knees* grab caviar.
Thanks.. *tastes* Ugh what is this crap, take the wine.
[Sys On ID: Indio]
Montezuma Secure Channel 33210.56
I just got done speaking, with a guy here at MZ base he was speaking about a new route in which silver and gold carriers are moving through. The point being as he looked at our craft was it was larger than his and hopefully he could load us up.
I got the "coded" message loud and clear. Ok *lighting cigar* where are we headed and what is our cut... better say 50/50. *smiles*
I call the waiter over and order another round... this one is on me.
I have begun the process of putting, a small contingent together of like-minded junkers and freelancers who want to advance their own personal careers. I am happy to be independent, but I also know that with it comes some responsibility.
I have purchased this craft which is agile and well able to take on fighters, however when working with the crew, we have really noticed the decrease in cargo has impacted us more than initially thought; perhaps a trip to Bornholm depot is in order?
The enemy proximity warning goes off and Dax yells... Four BHG ships starboard.
*smiles* alright Dax we got this here we go.
[Sys On ID: Indio]
New York System Rochester Comms hub
I have delivered the last of the shipment of Human Organs, and today a Navy destroyer tried to check the manifest; however while signaling us to halt a small fleet of Synth Food vessels mistook the call and pulled up between us... aah classic. Now the vessel hails us w/ a system message but by then we had been cleared to dock w/ the planet.
I laid low for awhile and even allowed the officials an opportunity to search the now empty hold, the destroyer cpt was real upset as he swore he saw the contraband aboard, but none could be found and we were 8.5 million credits richer .
I tell you what call sign [Foxy]; I did have the goods I just sold 'em on Houston. No worries you were right but, look what that got ya. Great day to be Indio. Aah the crew was on today.
*sitting in the bridge* I can't believe that is all the power that we could put toward the guns, ugh this thing looks nice and man the room; but holy cr*p there is no power, this thing is not junker made. So my little group hasn't come together yet and maybe it won't I left behind opportunity and office but I am not some dissenter or some malcontent, I just don't see the benefit of being in a consortium that doesn't reach out to its members, ah now could we have skipped a few less meetings and sought out elders for ops; no doubt but politics are not my thing I like to fly and have my head in the action.
I think this ship is not working to the end I would have wished; I wonder if the 'ol Medusa is still up on blocks? I am interested to see if I have come to the end of my time as a junker, I mean it is a way of life integral to who I am not any type of political affiliation. I have never been successful at anything other than smuggling and nare-do welling.
I don't know maybe I have regrets for my actions or maybe I am thinking about going more legit? I say this as we pull into a Rogue base, what am I up to?
I think I will have to stop thinking so much and just exist.
I have finally gotten everything together to make a serious run at more credits, I am going to make a good trade push over the next several weeks and then we can launch into phase three. This phase will hopefully end w/ out getting berated and belittled, but who knows.
I have come full circle from where I was a few years ago, minus not being ugly and broke... just ugly thank you.
*yells* Him, Him... sent this junk ablaze w/ some speed will you? .... yes I know we are not going to go fast enough to set the ship.. never mind just drive d*mn you.
I climb back into the captain chair and look out over my domain... space it is a freakin' large oyster waiting to be de-pearled.. is that a word...? Whatever
[Sys On ID:Indio]
Cortez System: Curacao Hotel Console 23.22
As we land for a little R&R, I realize that no matter how much I have I seem to want more, and I have more than enough to launch a fleet. I look to my friends, not crew but friends and the ask them. Is it time to put it all away?
Sally walks over to me and puts out her hand, I take it and she leads me to the group.
"We owe you our lives but, you owe it to yourself to seek something more"
The group nods and the whole thing turns downright sappy. I look to the 'Ol Girl, I got what I needed out of her right? Lets just stay here and see how long it takes to spend 500 million... *laughs*
I think I am done, out and finished. I knew something had to give what else could I accomplish?
This is most likely my final log, but you never know life could turn on me and I could be back.
Sally, lets go to the bar we have some money to spend and a retirement to get to.