Date: 25 April 3303
I’m on my way back to the Maia system, Obsidian Orbital. While I’m reticent to risk Phssthpok again, I need to do my part to ensure that the Empire is able to establish a foothold in Maia. And the 80T of cargo space in Phssthpok is the best way to do that. According to my in-ship data system, I’m in the top 75% of commanders contributing. Perhaps not too impressive, but given that there are commanders with ships that can haul hundreds of tons of cargo in one trip, I don’t think it is too bad. And I’m also guaranteed to get at least 600K credits when the push is over in two days … and perhaps much, much more if I maintain my standing compared to other commanders participating in this rush of support.
When I finally arrive in Maia, a pirate thinks they can get the better of me. Normally, I would throttle down to allow them to think that their interdiction attempt was successful. Then I would turn around and show them that they don’t really have what it takes to be a pirate. But today, I don’t really want to waste my time on this moron … I’ll let someone else take care of them. So I fight the interdiction, which admittedly is slightly harder in Phssthpok than it would be in the Long Shot or Slower than Infinity. But it isn’t long before I break free and their interdiction system overloads their frame shift drive, dropping them out into normal space … eating the ionization trail of my frame shift wake.
I think I have one more round trip in me, to the much closer 64 Arietis system, before I need to head to the bar and relax. Maybe find myself some companionship. More likely just stare into the bottom of the glass and try to remember what it feels like to have four walls around me … instead of being surrounded by infinite black emptiness, or worse, the psychedelic formlessness of witch space.
Yeah, time to take a break I think … after this haul.