Post by Faemon on Feb 6, 2009 10:29:09 GMT 9.5
A Faemon Odyssey
Arrival
Master Faemon wakes up, to sparking electric worms zapping, in and out of existence in front of his eyes. Laying still in his cockpit chair, he looks out his ship visor, around at the swirls of colour engulfed by the surrounding blackness. The cockpit was dark. Too dark. It was also buzzing. That sound... he had never heard it before and its ressonance was starting to penetrate his warming up ears and there were these electric sparks still buzzing over what was left of his ship. He felt dazed and groggily shook his head. That hurt. The cockpit was on emergency power, the bright white sun occasionally coming into iew and a faint tinge of red flashing buttons from the cockpit the only source of light. All systems were damaged or shut down, all remaining power must of automatically been transferred to life support systems, which was barely functioning. He wondered how long he had been adrift in his Chimera, his ship he called Shadow.
Hmmm, looking around at what was left of his ship he felt the loss. It was beyond repair. Next ship he got would be named after Chimera, he saw the closest star and noticed that his ship was tumbling. Wonder how many spins he'd done... a random thought. Randomness often popped into Faemon's head, he giggled at his own awareness of it then he became serious again.
Setting to work for the next hour, he set about doing minor adjustments to his cockpit wiring. 'Ahh, the big test', he said out loud and realised he was talking to himself. He giggled again then became serious. Faemon yelled out to no one in particular 'stuff it! No one can hear me anyway. I'll be lucky to get out of this one anyhow'. He pressed the switch manually as his voice activator was damaged and a grin appeared on his face as power was transferred to thrusters briefly. Yes, hahah, working, he thought to himself, now to stop tumbling. He stabilized the ship but was still drifting at high velocity, a few short bursts and he noticed a light blue planet, he immediately directed the Chimera, his vector on course to intercept this closest unknown planet. He would have only a couple hours of life support with this configuration, so he was counting on this planet.
Place is different, he thought to himself. The SandGroper Nebulae was his origins, lower west. He had been attacked by Damon's, was all he could remember. They were a bad race. He had to get back as soon as possible to help the fight against them. It was then the 3 ships went past. They ignored him. He drifted toward the planet. That was a good sign. Must be on a patrol path. Strange ships. He didnt have comms, they were too damaged, but he figured they must've been busy.
Even if he did have comms working he thought to himself, they might not be friendly anyway, or that his translator even had the language in the database to be able to communicate with them. Now a station appeared in front of the planet. Ok, so they're civilized, but are they friendly. It was relief though he had no choice but do what he was about to do. The light blue colored planet had activity. He saw a few ships in the distance. Was that a freighter??
Wierd ships. Ones he'd never seen. The lights flickered in his cockpit. 'Oh shit, has it been that long already!', he lined the ship up with the planet in close proximty to the station he could see and cut the stabilizers. He was still a good 9 k away at least. He hoped the escape pod was still functioning as he unhooked his harness and jumped into it. The door slid down but started, jamming halfway. The pod would not launch until the hatch was closed. There was barely enough room to turn, but raising his leg he kicked the side door panel. With a 'swhick' it was down and immediately the pod fired out, tumbling toward the planet. But he was in pain. He had injuries from the battle still he realised.
As the protective compression started to kick in within the pod, against the G's, he had a flash. His memory was returning, Faemon wondered about his wingman, partner and brother whom he just remembered just before he blacked out, was flying beside him when the Damon's ambushed them. 'KniteHawk!...'
Cambridge
When he woke, he smiled. He was lying down. Yes, made it again! Still alive. How many times can he keep doing this he thought. Straightening up, he went to sit up but groaned as shooting pains ran up and down, through his right leg and back like electricity.He lay still, relaxing, and someone entered his vision. A lady. Hello there', she said in a soft voice, ' I thought I heard you. My name is Gem, can you tell me your name?' Faemon looked at her, blankly, not speaking, but thinking. She speaks common. Whoa, maybe I'm not as far as I thought. But those ships... She interupted his thought, her accent thick, 'Do you speak Bretonian? I couldn't find your papers or card. No I.D. tattoo either.
Where are you from? You'll be happy to know though, that you'll make a full recovery', she said, as she stood there smiling at him. Hmmm, she was cute. Nice legs, he thought to himself. Another moment of randomness...
'Yeh, do I speak, what? Bret??', Faemon tried to remember but gave up pretty quick. I remember my name, its Faemon. Where am I?'
'Cardif Mining Station', she says to him, 'in the Cambridge system', she waited for a reaction, 'You know, Bretonia', she said expectantly, 'Well its good you speak common, here take this', handing a little cup with pills, ' you should be able to go tomorrow. We dont have much of a medical facility here, but what we do have was good enough for you'.
'I cant remember any system called Cambridge, Gem', Faemon said seriously, though he was eyeing and realising her lovely breasts, 'I remember Fremantle, Denmark, Perth, Scarborough, Mandurah, Noranda, Morley and more, but not Cambridge.'
The lady Gem looked at him wierdly and stepped back saying, 'Well I've never heard of those systems and I have a brother who trades far and wide, ok then... It was a large bump on your head. We couldnt retrieve any of what was left of your ship as it crashed into the planet. Its not habitable either. Rest now, I'll be in to check on you later'. She smiled. Hmmm, she was very sweet indeed he thought.
'Could you bring some data on the local systems at some stage Gem?' he said as she turned to walk out, 'if its not too much trouble'. Well, he did have an I.D. card hidden in his escape pod, which hopefully was still around, with a small amount of credits banked on it. He'd make do. He always did.
'Sure Faemon', Gem replied and walked out. Cambridge? Bret? Bretonia?? New names. I wonder if it had anything to do with the new temporal weapons they'd started seeing on the Damon's, those alien bastards, he thought, or maybe it was just my luck that i got stuck in a wormhole and sucked out here. I wonder if I'll ever know, i wonder if that electric buzz when I woke in the ship had anything to do with it, Faemons thoughts started drifting to the last moments of the battle, of the blue planet and finally of his brief infatuation with the Lady Gem as sleep started creeping over him. I wonder if she's taken, he thought to imself as he lay back, eyes heavy, looking at the planet slowly spinning in his window.
Sirius - 2 weeks
It had been two weeks now. Damn, no word from KniteHawk. Two weeks since hitching a ride from Cardiff's medical facility to the main habitable planet of this system. On the back of some dodgy traders, carrying space knows what, to end up here, in this quite spacious but too empty bar. Lots of traffic, quick show of faces, then gone, no one stays, and the ships, lots of ships crashing into this Planet they call Planet Cambridge. Weird, haven’t worked that one out yet. Maybe there docking computers are faulty. Or there are alot of intoxicated captains in this vicinity. Whatever the cause, Faemon couldn't wait to get back out there. Drifting again on his own will. One more laboring job and with the money from my I.D. card would have enough for one of their light fighters. This planet is nice, Cambridge. Alot like home. The plants and oceans, but still very different. The local Bar Navmap indicated to Faemon he was far from any known system. In fact, he knew he was in another universe he was sure of it. They called it Sirius.
It had history. He had read what was available to him while recovering. He knew the basics. He had talked to the odd fellow who came to the bar, on the few occassions he did go. Just like any other place. Political factions throughout the known sectors. An economy was flowing, with commmodities, ships and weapons on offer to buy and sell. Alot of different technologies, but basically doing the same thing. Killing enemies and protecting allies! Might as well forget about home, he thought. Wormhole creation was beyond any technology he'd heard about in existence in his universe or this new Sirius. S'pose its good, he thought to himself, in a way, its good. Starting fresh. He had messed up his old life
anyhow. Things were different now. The Universe was different. Anything could happen.
Faemon sat the rest of the night in the bar smoking his rollies and drinking mild shots, thinking of where fates hand would ead him next.
Nobium Deposit
'Damn Molly's', he yelled, 'get a life! KniteHawk would have finished ya's by now'. He held up his fist in a threatening
gesture, then it quickly went back down onto his flight joy controlling his ship. He knew they couldn’t see his gestures, or hear him for that matter, unless he opened a channel hailing them, but the gesture combined with yelling it out in his cockpit, made him feel better. '3..2... ...1... wait... fire'. His two missiles shot out his sides as he strafed right, cutting his engine and thrusting sideways around his last opponent. He had already killed 2 of them with the help of a light fighter patrol from BMM and brought the shields down of this last guy and wasted four missiles already.
Damn, they keep interfering with honest mining, need more money, he thought. This work had been good though, so it didn’t really matter.
He had heard a rumour about the Nobium deposits out behind Stokes and decided to go straight there after getting his light fighter. They were right. It was in close promity. Good mining money. d**n the occasional Molly's though. Over 600 credits per unit was a good price for mining the stuff, so close to the station too. He had learned some local info and decided to get enough money up for a freighter. Make some descent money. The explosion was fairly bright in his face, as he thrustered toward the oncoming Molly firing his guns to keep the shield down. The previously fired missiles finally reached their intended destination.
Poor bloke, didn’t really have a chance, he thought to himself as he tractored a couple of guns and some nanos. Now to get this load back to Stokes. Two more of these loads of Nobium and it should be enough for the Dromedary, thinking to himself, trying to recall the old man that had wandered into the Planet Cambridge bar briefly one night. Magellan, yeh that’s it. Mactan Base. He always did have a good memory. But now, 1 month later, he was almost his 100% self again. A lots happened in the last month.
'Objective reached', spoke the female voice of his flight computer. If she was real she'd be nice, a random thought, he liked the sound of the female voice.
'...Your request to dock is granted', spoke the Stokes control tower, 'Please proceed to dock one'. 'Time now to find out more about Magellan and refine my 1st intended trade route through Sirius', he said to no-one in particular.
6 Weeks - Cardimine
He wasn’t too sure about those Golden Chrysanthemums. He was keeping an eye on them in his rear display and the station Ainu Depot became smaller and smaller as the freighter cruised on away. He relaxed a little, relatively safe. Now get this load to New York. He quite liked the comfort of his new Dromedary. His Drom he associated with his small business 101_Trading_Inc.. His ship tag was <DEN> after his home system Denmark, though he was fairly sure he'd never see it again, he still felt his connection with it and maybe, just maybe, KniteHawk would find him. All he'd have to do is run the known tag through a system search and he would be able to see the system he was in. Maybe even send a sub-sonic communication signal and say hi. He was starting to get his hopes up and he knew it. He looked around at his 2 week old ship stocked with some of the latest sound equipment. Speakers throughout the whole ship, even the cargo hold, with 24 sub-speakers and powered by 7 liquid amphi-sonic units. His ship, basically a powered sound box, was using all the weapon energy of the ship except for his counter measures. He had configured a small switch though. Once weapons activated, the system would switch to standard energy consumption. He had collected some music from the local's and was currently loving a group called 1200
Micrograms. He had quite a few albums from them and currently the ship was hammering 'The Cosmologist' in the 'Heroes of the Imagination' album. He was loving it. He got up, leaving the auto-pilot to do its job. Grabbing a drink he started bopping on the spot. The spacious cockpit and amount of cargo space was quite impressive. He was sure on this route he would be finding out how good she ran. He turned, looking out the ships cockpit window, his head still bopping. He sat down, taking one last look at Ainu Depot, becoming a small speck in the distance.
'Ok', that wasn’t so bad, ' he said to himself, switching the rear view panel off but keeping an eye on his radar. That was a fairly safe trade no pirates chasing for their goods back. He had arrived, just over an hour ago and they had put over 275 units of this substance in the cargo hold. They call it Cardimine. He had heard about it from Gored, the Lane Hacker he met at Mactan Base. Wonder if that’s his real name, dah! A random thought... He had been explained only a little about the drug and at that time was offered a bit but declined, he wasnt exactly sure on the 'high' of it. He was in it purely for the money however, it was a risk and he knew he had to have his wits about him, but, the money would be good. The Hacker and another random person with similar interests helped him with the route, around New Tokyo, avoiding all cops. Have to make it. Planet Manhattan, the center of the Sirius Universe and maybe some answers.
He double checked the escape pod and made sure his insurance papers were shielded and in order and in the pod, just in case of anything. The Dromedary would be covered if anything should happen, but the cargo and all loose items would be lost, if he had to escape. It was quite a profit he'd be losing not to mention the cost of the goods. No, he couldn't let it happen.
He had to be quick now. He was in Kyushu and the trade lane was 4.3k away, there was a patrol of Kusari Police that had just finished scanning a couple of Humpbacks. He was in cruise. Too late they saw him coming. The three ships in formation approached, their leader hailing him, ' <DEN> 101_Trading_Inc., mind if I take a peak in your hold?', the female voice asked and was sudden and loud over the music. 2.4k away, ignore them, he was thinking. Her picture appeared in the Display window, a portrait of her upper torso, sitting in cockpit fully equipped. She looked the athletic type, he thought. Her voice was lusty.
She didn't wait for a reply, ' Didn't think so?' He had auto-pilot off now and was free flying toward the trade lane, his finger ready to press the button that indicated to the trade lane that this ship's code was activating it.
'Ok, just take it easy. Now drop the cargo', she said. Faemon pressed the button last minute. The cruise engines shut down, the control panel flickering with communication to the trade lane, which activated. The ship was in position, the Police became hostile and started firing as the familiar sounds of his ship hitting high speed left the firing guns behind.
'Ahaha', he thought cheekily grinning, still bopping his head to the beat, 'they'll be hostile for a little while'. But unless they actually got the evidence and charged him. He would be free and free to come back.
On to Manhattan. Another few k's and i'll be outa Kyushu, he was thinkin, then it'll be home free.
8-Weeks Knite?
Fair bit of activity around Manhattan tonight, he thought. He had been enjoying some of the local talent that had been produced. Faemon had made a good amount of cash on his first trade run with his first trade ship in Sirius. Lucky to have met the right people who were willing to help. Then again, he thought, it had happened like this all his life. Something he'd amounted to easily being able to talk to anyone and all types. He started thinking back to KniteHawk. He was startin to hope KniteHawk had got away from the Damons. He found had been doing a fair bit of intel gathering since being in this universe.
A Nomad being this universes equivelent to a Damon amongst other things. He wondered if they were the same race and about KniteHawk. He's probably still in the Nebulae, with his cystal mixers having a ball with those women, he thought to himself. They used to have a partnership in a company they started up themselves called [Rave] Inc. and they had a huge market for it. A constant raving trading taxi which would be booked for the rich or just the hard core party goers. Giving the impression of trading but for a healthy price would be transporting constant party goers who lived and slept the travel party in fully decked out freighters.
He decided to do it one more time, go for the Cardi Run as it was locally known. It was a very profitable trade and he'd successfully done it once before, he thought, it can be done again. He lay in his plain motel room, on the outskirts of some big city he forgot the name of. He new only the code to beam himself to his ship, which was docked at the Planet Manhattan Docking Ring. He knew what to get before he left. In the morning it'd be down to the commodity market for him, he thought, to order the Luxury Goods. Two days and he'd be on his way.
To be continued..
Arrival
Master Faemon wakes up, to sparking electric worms zapping, in and out of existence in front of his eyes. Laying still in his cockpit chair, he looks out his ship visor, around at the swirls of colour engulfed by the surrounding blackness. The cockpit was dark. Too dark. It was also buzzing. That sound... he had never heard it before and its ressonance was starting to penetrate his warming up ears and there were these electric sparks still buzzing over what was left of his ship. He felt dazed and groggily shook his head. That hurt. The cockpit was on emergency power, the bright white sun occasionally coming into iew and a faint tinge of red flashing buttons from the cockpit the only source of light. All systems were damaged or shut down, all remaining power must of automatically been transferred to life support systems, which was barely functioning. He wondered how long he had been adrift in his Chimera, his ship he called Shadow.
Hmmm, looking around at what was left of his ship he felt the loss. It was beyond repair. Next ship he got would be named after Chimera, he saw the closest star and noticed that his ship was tumbling. Wonder how many spins he'd done... a random thought. Randomness often popped into Faemon's head, he giggled at his own awareness of it then he became serious again.
Setting to work for the next hour, he set about doing minor adjustments to his cockpit wiring. 'Ahh, the big test', he said out loud and realised he was talking to himself. He giggled again then became serious. Faemon yelled out to no one in particular 'stuff it! No one can hear me anyway. I'll be lucky to get out of this one anyhow'. He pressed the switch manually as his voice activator was damaged and a grin appeared on his face as power was transferred to thrusters briefly. Yes, hahah, working, he thought to himself, now to stop tumbling. He stabilized the ship but was still drifting at high velocity, a few short bursts and he noticed a light blue planet, he immediately directed the Chimera, his vector on course to intercept this closest unknown planet. He would have only a couple hours of life support with this configuration, so he was counting on this planet.
Place is different, he thought to himself. The SandGroper Nebulae was his origins, lower west. He had been attacked by Damon's, was all he could remember. They were a bad race. He had to get back as soon as possible to help the fight against them. It was then the 3 ships went past. They ignored him. He drifted toward the planet. That was a good sign. Must be on a patrol path. Strange ships. He didnt have comms, they were too damaged, but he figured they must've been busy.
Even if he did have comms working he thought to himself, they might not be friendly anyway, or that his translator even had the language in the database to be able to communicate with them. Now a station appeared in front of the planet. Ok, so they're civilized, but are they friendly. It was relief though he had no choice but do what he was about to do. The light blue colored planet had activity. He saw a few ships in the distance. Was that a freighter??
Wierd ships. Ones he'd never seen. The lights flickered in his cockpit. 'Oh shit, has it been that long already!', he lined the ship up with the planet in close proximty to the station he could see and cut the stabilizers. He was still a good 9 k away at least. He hoped the escape pod was still functioning as he unhooked his harness and jumped into it. The door slid down but started, jamming halfway. The pod would not launch until the hatch was closed. There was barely enough room to turn, but raising his leg he kicked the side door panel. With a 'swhick' it was down and immediately the pod fired out, tumbling toward the planet. But he was in pain. He had injuries from the battle still he realised.
As the protective compression started to kick in within the pod, against the G's, he had a flash. His memory was returning, Faemon wondered about his wingman, partner and brother whom he just remembered just before he blacked out, was flying beside him when the Damon's ambushed them. 'KniteHawk!...'
Cambridge
When he woke, he smiled. He was lying down. Yes, made it again! Still alive. How many times can he keep doing this he thought. Straightening up, he went to sit up but groaned as shooting pains ran up and down, through his right leg and back like electricity.He lay still, relaxing, and someone entered his vision. A lady. Hello there', she said in a soft voice, ' I thought I heard you. My name is Gem, can you tell me your name?' Faemon looked at her, blankly, not speaking, but thinking. She speaks common. Whoa, maybe I'm not as far as I thought. But those ships... She interupted his thought, her accent thick, 'Do you speak Bretonian? I couldn't find your papers or card. No I.D. tattoo either.
Where are you from? You'll be happy to know though, that you'll make a full recovery', she said, as she stood there smiling at him. Hmmm, she was cute. Nice legs, he thought to himself. Another moment of randomness...
'Yeh, do I speak, what? Bret??', Faemon tried to remember but gave up pretty quick. I remember my name, its Faemon. Where am I?'
'Cardif Mining Station', she says to him, 'in the Cambridge system', she waited for a reaction, 'You know, Bretonia', she said expectantly, 'Well its good you speak common, here take this', handing a little cup with pills, ' you should be able to go tomorrow. We dont have much of a medical facility here, but what we do have was good enough for you'.
'I cant remember any system called Cambridge, Gem', Faemon said seriously, though he was eyeing and realising her lovely breasts, 'I remember Fremantle, Denmark, Perth, Scarborough, Mandurah, Noranda, Morley and more, but not Cambridge.'
The lady Gem looked at him wierdly and stepped back saying, 'Well I've never heard of those systems and I have a brother who trades far and wide, ok then... It was a large bump on your head. We couldnt retrieve any of what was left of your ship as it crashed into the planet. Its not habitable either. Rest now, I'll be in to check on you later'. She smiled. Hmmm, she was very sweet indeed he thought.
'Could you bring some data on the local systems at some stage Gem?' he said as she turned to walk out, 'if its not too much trouble'. Well, he did have an I.D. card hidden in his escape pod, which hopefully was still around, with a small amount of credits banked on it. He'd make do. He always did.
'Sure Faemon', Gem replied and walked out. Cambridge? Bret? Bretonia?? New names. I wonder if it had anything to do with the new temporal weapons they'd started seeing on the Damon's, those alien bastards, he thought, or maybe it was just my luck that i got stuck in a wormhole and sucked out here. I wonder if I'll ever know, i wonder if that electric buzz when I woke in the ship had anything to do with it, Faemons thoughts started drifting to the last moments of the battle, of the blue planet and finally of his brief infatuation with the Lady Gem as sleep started creeping over him. I wonder if she's taken, he thought to imself as he lay back, eyes heavy, looking at the planet slowly spinning in his window.
Sirius - 2 weeks
It had been two weeks now. Damn, no word from KniteHawk. Two weeks since hitching a ride from Cardiff's medical facility to the main habitable planet of this system. On the back of some dodgy traders, carrying space knows what, to end up here, in this quite spacious but too empty bar. Lots of traffic, quick show of faces, then gone, no one stays, and the ships, lots of ships crashing into this Planet they call Planet Cambridge. Weird, haven’t worked that one out yet. Maybe there docking computers are faulty. Or there are alot of intoxicated captains in this vicinity. Whatever the cause, Faemon couldn't wait to get back out there. Drifting again on his own will. One more laboring job and with the money from my I.D. card would have enough for one of their light fighters. This planet is nice, Cambridge. Alot like home. The plants and oceans, but still very different. The local Bar Navmap indicated to Faemon he was far from any known system. In fact, he knew he was in another universe he was sure of it. They called it Sirius.
It had history. He had read what was available to him while recovering. He knew the basics. He had talked to the odd fellow who came to the bar, on the few occassions he did go. Just like any other place. Political factions throughout the known sectors. An economy was flowing, with commmodities, ships and weapons on offer to buy and sell. Alot of different technologies, but basically doing the same thing. Killing enemies and protecting allies! Might as well forget about home, he thought. Wormhole creation was beyond any technology he'd heard about in existence in his universe or this new Sirius. S'pose its good, he thought to himself, in a way, its good. Starting fresh. He had messed up his old life
anyhow. Things were different now. The Universe was different. Anything could happen.
Faemon sat the rest of the night in the bar smoking his rollies and drinking mild shots, thinking of where fates hand would ead him next.
Nobium Deposit
'Damn Molly's', he yelled, 'get a life! KniteHawk would have finished ya's by now'. He held up his fist in a threatening
gesture, then it quickly went back down onto his flight joy controlling his ship. He knew they couldn’t see his gestures, or hear him for that matter, unless he opened a channel hailing them, but the gesture combined with yelling it out in his cockpit, made him feel better. '3..2... ...1... wait... fire'. His two missiles shot out his sides as he strafed right, cutting his engine and thrusting sideways around his last opponent. He had already killed 2 of them with the help of a light fighter patrol from BMM and brought the shields down of this last guy and wasted four missiles already.
Damn, they keep interfering with honest mining, need more money, he thought. This work had been good though, so it didn’t really matter.
He had heard a rumour about the Nobium deposits out behind Stokes and decided to go straight there after getting his light fighter. They were right. It was in close promity. Good mining money. d**n the occasional Molly's though. Over 600 credits per unit was a good price for mining the stuff, so close to the station too. He had learned some local info and decided to get enough money up for a freighter. Make some descent money. The explosion was fairly bright in his face, as he thrustered toward the oncoming Molly firing his guns to keep the shield down. The previously fired missiles finally reached their intended destination.
Poor bloke, didn’t really have a chance, he thought to himself as he tractored a couple of guns and some nanos. Now to get this load back to Stokes. Two more of these loads of Nobium and it should be enough for the Dromedary, thinking to himself, trying to recall the old man that had wandered into the Planet Cambridge bar briefly one night. Magellan, yeh that’s it. Mactan Base. He always did have a good memory. But now, 1 month later, he was almost his 100% self again. A lots happened in the last month.
'Objective reached', spoke the female voice of his flight computer. If she was real she'd be nice, a random thought, he liked the sound of the female voice.
'...Your request to dock is granted', spoke the Stokes control tower, 'Please proceed to dock one'. 'Time now to find out more about Magellan and refine my 1st intended trade route through Sirius', he said to no-one in particular.
6 Weeks - Cardimine
He wasn’t too sure about those Golden Chrysanthemums. He was keeping an eye on them in his rear display and the station Ainu Depot became smaller and smaller as the freighter cruised on away. He relaxed a little, relatively safe. Now get this load to New York. He quite liked the comfort of his new Dromedary. His Drom he associated with his small business 101_Trading_Inc.. His ship tag was <DEN> after his home system Denmark, though he was fairly sure he'd never see it again, he still felt his connection with it and maybe, just maybe, KniteHawk would find him. All he'd have to do is run the known tag through a system search and he would be able to see the system he was in. Maybe even send a sub-sonic communication signal and say hi. He was starting to get his hopes up and he knew it. He looked around at his 2 week old ship stocked with some of the latest sound equipment. Speakers throughout the whole ship, even the cargo hold, with 24 sub-speakers and powered by 7 liquid amphi-sonic units. His ship, basically a powered sound box, was using all the weapon energy of the ship except for his counter measures. He had configured a small switch though. Once weapons activated, the system would switch to standard energy consumption. He had collected some music from the local's and was currently loving a group called 1200
Micrograms. He had quite a few albums from them and currently the ship was hammering 'The Cosmologist' in the 'Heroes of the Imagination' album. He was loving it. He got up, leaving the auto-pilot to do its job. Grabbing a drink he started bopping on the spot. The spacious cockpit and amount of cargo space was quite impressive. He was sure on this route he would be finding out how good she ran. He turned, looking out the ships cockpit window, his head still bopping. He sat down, taking one last look at Ainu Depot, becoming a small speck in the distance.
'Ok', that wasn’t so bad, ' he said to himself, switching the rear view panel off but keeping an eye on his radar. That was a fairly safe trade no pirates chasing for their goods back. He had arrived, just over an hour ago and they had put over 275 units of this substance in the cargo hold. They call it Cardimine. He had heard about it from Gored, the Lane Hacker he met at Mactan Base. Wonder if that’s his real name, dah! A random thought... He had been explained only a little about the drug and at that time was offered a bit but declined, he wasnt exactly sure on the 'high' of it. He was in it purely for the money however, it was a risk and he knew he had to have his wits about him, but, the money would be good. The Hacker and another random person with similar interests helped him with the route, around New Tokyo, avoiding all cops. Have to make it. Planet Manhattan, the center of the Sirius Universe and maybe some answers.
He double checked the escape pod and made sure his insurance papers were shielded and in order and in the pod, just in case of anything. The Dromedary would be covered if anything should happen, but the cargo and all loose items would be lost, if he had to escape. It was quite a profit he'd be losing not to mention the cost of the goods. No, he couldn't let it happen.
He had to be quick now. He was in Kyushu and the trade lane was 4.3k away, there was a patrol of Kusari Police that had just finished scanning a couple of Humpbacks. He was in cruise. Too late they saw him coming. The three ships in formation approached, their leader hailing him, ' <DEN> 101_Trading_Inc., mind if I take a peak in your hold?', the female voice asked and was sudden and loud over the music. 2.4k away, ignore them, he was thinking. Her picture appeared in the Display window, a portrait of her upper torso, sitting in cockpit fully equipped. She looked the athletic type, he thought. Her voice was lusty.
She didn't wait for a reply, ' Didn't think so?' He had auto-pilot off now and was free flying toward the trade lane, his finger ready to press the button that indicated to the trade lane that this ship's code was activating it.
'Ok, just take it easy. Now drop the cargo', she said. Faemon pressed the button last minute. The cruise engines shut down, the control panel flickering with communication to the trade lane, which activated. The ship was in position, the Police became hostile and started firing as the familiar sounds of his ship hitting high speed left the firing guns behind.
'Ahaha', he thought cheekily grinning, still bopping his head to the beat, 'they'll be hostile for a little while'. But unless they actually got the evidence and charged him. He would be free and free to come back.
On to Manhattan. Another few k's and i'll be outa Kyushu, he was thinkin, then it'll be home free.
8-Weeks Knite?
Fair bit of activity around Manhattan tonight, he thought. He had been enjoying some of the local talent that had been produced. Faemon had made a good amount of cash on his first trade run with his first trade ship in Sirius. Lucky to have met the right people who were willing to help. Then again, he thought, it had happened like this all his life. Something he'd amounted to easily being able to talk to anyone and all types. He started thinking back to KniteHawk. He was startin to hope KniteHawk had got away from the Damons. He found had been doing a fair bit of intel gathering since being in this universe.
A Nomad being this universes equivelent to a Damon amongst other things. He wondered if they were the same race and about KniteHawk. He's probably still in the Nebulae, with his cystal mixers having a ball with those women, he thought to himself. They used to have a partnership in a company they started up themselves called [Rave] Inc. and they had a huge market for it. A constant raving trading taxi which would be booked for the rich or just the hard core party goers. Giving the impression of trading but for a healthy price would be transporting constant party goers who lived and slept the travel party in fully decked out freighters.
He decided to do it one more time, go for the Cardi Run as it was locally known. It was a very profitable trade and he'd successfully done it once before, he thought, it can be done again. He lay in his plain motel room, on the outskirts of some big city he forgot the name of. He new only the code to beam himself to his ship, which was docked at the Planet Manhattan Docking Ring. He knew what to get before he left. In the morning it'd be down to the commodity market for him, he thought, to order the Luxury Goods. Two days and he'd be on his way.
To be continued..
