Troubles were better listened to than preached, so he was thankful for a moment of reminder that he wasn't the only chap alive who wasn't feeling like sunshine hadn't been shining out of his backside for a spell. While he took in what Silver had in her headspace he pulled a smoke from a flightsuit pocket and waited for a break in the flow.
I used to run with the Xenos, in the somewhat wilder days of my youth. Such as it was.
He tapped the smoke twice against the bar and the tip flared to life, the future was awesome.
A lot of the problems were the same. Nowhere steady to put a foot down or patch things up properly. Logistics ran on the turnip and production system, parts and supplies awarded based on the ability to produce results. Sometimes the juice for a job wasn't worth the squeeze and you'd end up spending a month flying with half a wing on your ship just trying to nail enough undergunned freighters to justify getting some materials.
He paused for thought while taking a drag.
But that's just how it worked. Sometimes you flew with half a wing for a bit and you avoided the big fights. Tried to make sure you didn't get yourself killed. Ignored the nits who think they're standing on the tall pillar, the folks who've either never had to bet it all or are too chicken **** to try.
That being said.... This ship really is a pile of ****, not sure why you reckoned on picking it up. Doubt it'll ever be a home. Which is just as well. Don't try to make it a home. Spread what you've got around. I know the Reavers aren't running anywhere to flatline in tems of funds, we're just spread hyper thin on support given how eccentric our armament is. As soon as you put down roots the other guy knows what to hack at. Going to be a ****ty day for the Company if someone's able to sink the home fort and leave us with baseball bats and spacesuits to get the job done.
That being said, you're doing fine. There's work a plenty right now and more to come in the future. Some folk are sore with us, but that'll ease up quickly enough if they decide they need someone to shoot. ****, we're working for the Outcasts. How many times do you reckon we flew against them hand in hand with the Colonials? They'll always be work so long as you've got the bodies and the ships.
He ashed and turned to look Silver in the eye.
You'll figure it out. It'll all come together. If you're afraid you'll get your fool ass killed in the process... Welp, I don't think anyone's ever been dragged back to the roost after quitting. If you're not feeling it just get out and enjoy the quiet life. Assuming someone with a chip on their shoulder, which I imagine counts as roughly three and a half nations by now, doesn't come looking to cash you out.
