03.10.3306.1
I think I’ve worn out my welcome in Dromi. Nothing bad happened or anything, but I guess when you’re making credits, killing and capturing your neighbors, or swiping bounties from them at the last second, they don’t think all too highly of you. To be fair, I don’t blame them. Most of these folks are wanted for running banned cargo, and minor accident charges that the state is over enforcing. As an unaffiliated bounty hunter, it’s like I’m a state goon, without the state actually having my back legally if things don’t go just their way. It doesn’t take much to end up on the wrong side of their rail guns.
I don’t feel bad about defending miners from pirates, but I don’t like harassing sightseers, and space truckers for some unseen deep space state. I just started this career, and I’m already burnt out. Part of that might be my ship though. I’ve made every upgrade available short of specialized engineering on that sidewinder, but it’s just shit. It’s a reckless choice even for delivering mail. The only thing going for it is that having a subframe made of repurposed paper towel tubes makes it dirt cheap to replace, even when it’s upgraded.
I was at the lounge yesterday having a few stimulant reducers, when I noticed a guy watching the room. I couldn’t tell if he was just an awkward wallflower soaking it all in, or if he was casing the place. It didn’t take long for him to notice me noticing him noticing me, and approach. The closer he got the better I could see him, and it soon became apparent that this guy, his name is Glen, I now know, IS casing the place. He’s looking for the perfect sucker to sell his dreams to. He spoke about a system called Borann, where the diamonds outnumber the stars. Where a man could become rich beyond imagination.
I mean this guy went on and on in that nasally, pitched voice that’d make you murder a baby to escape it. The guy was like the worst used scarab salesman you’ve ever seen. But he wasn’t selling used scarabs… He was selling a used banana yellow Adder ridiculously named the ‘Adderconda’, and a map to the stars, baby! Like a fool, I threw my blood money on the table and bought this piece of shit sight unseen.
When I tell you this thing is bad, I mean it’s BAD. It looks like an ancient earth school bus procreated with some sort of long beaked bird, and the view out of the cockpit is like peeping out of the food slot on a prison cell door. It’s obvious that someone put a lot of money into it at some point long ago, but what isn’t obvious is why. The thing is hideous no matter what kind of nonsense body kits you rivet to it. Glen told me a story about how it used to be a jump range drag racer, that held records that shamed even the mighty Anaconda, and that’s why it’s got that dumb name.
I’m not sure Glen isn’t full of shit though. Either way, it’s not taking records for anything now. It’s been refitted to be an entry level mining ship. It’s not much, but it should give me the seed money I need to make a career doing anything I want. I’m excited to see what Borann really offers.
U. Starcaster