4.5 klys does not seem too far, after a journey of 60+ klyrs. But as the bubble became closer, my worry turned to stress. After some good advice, which I plainly ignored, about practicing my docking sequence, my Girlfriend offered to take over. I'll do a few thousands, and you take a break. She said. Memories of her crashing my T-9 in to a station came flooding back.
I powered on.
As I approach the final 1klyrs, another offer get’s presented. “Need me to escort you in ? I’m flying my Vulture in a HiRes atm”. Memories of ollie clark escort in to known space make my hand shake uncontrollably.
I start to plan my final route, I pick a red icon, knowing I had been to that station before, and so duly marked it with a parked ship.
My F.S.D powers down for the last time, and I’m presented with the one thing I had been focused on for what seems to be a life time of travel.
“Docking requested Denied” – my heart stopped, my breathing shallow. “You got this, Darling.” Her hand gently covered my hand over throttle. As I entered the no fire zone, maxing my senor range, scanning for any ships, I deployed landing gear. And my ship responded with a groan and reluctant thruster movement.
“Watch your pitch” – whispers from the back
Sweet runs down my hand, makes me questions the feel of buttons, were my fingers lay. I look down, to check my hand positioning. Only to be presented with toaster rack, larger than I had ever seen before.
Roll, pitch, Yor. Roll pitch Yor, I start my mantra.
“Bay 11 is for landing and takeoff, only. There is no standing in green zone” – Federation, you fine me for taking it slowly, I will defect to the empire, and burn you all.
Then it came, the sweet sweet sound. “docking completed, Engine disengaged” – I was home. “Come to bed, darling, Come to me”
Last night I finally hit the jackpot, a previously undiscovered HIP system. Of course I proceeded to spend the best part of the following hour rubbing myself all over the system, hoping nobody will come across my little gem before I make my way home, which is unlikely to happen before the end of July.
CMDR Senan Torr is still struggling to make it back to Colonia. He is just over 10K from Colonia and 31K from LTT 4961 (his ultimate destination for DW2 prep). Lots to see out there though and I've made some amazing discoveries! Even found a ringed water world and an ringed HMC that fooled me into thinking it might be an ELW. I've tagged lots and lots of WW and a good number of non-ringed ELWs. Everyday holds new discoveries!
4.5 klys does not seem too far, after a journey of 60+ klyrs. But as the bubble became closer, my worry turned to stress. After some good advice, which I plainly ignored, about practicing my docking sequence, my Girlfriend offered to take over. I'll do a few thousands, and you take a break. She said. Memories of her crashing my T-9 in to a station came flooding back.
ReplyDeleteI powered on.
As I approach the final 1klyrs, another offer get’s presented. “Need me to escort you in ? I’m flying my Vulture in a HiRes atm”. Memories of ollie clark escort in to known space make my hand shake uncontrollably.
I start to plan my final route, I pick a red icon, knowing I had been to that station before, and so duly marked it with a parked ship.
My F.S.D powers down for the last time, and I’m presented with the one thing I had been focused on for what seems to be a life time of travel.
“Docking requested Denied” – my heart stopped, my breathing shallow.
“You got this, Darling.” Her hand gently covered my hand over throttle.
As I entered the no fire zone, maxing my senor range, scanning for any ships, I deployed landing gear. And my ship responded with a groan and reluctant thruster movement.
“Watch your pitch” – whispers from the back
Sweet runs down my hand, makes me questions the feel of buttons, were my fingers lay. I look down, to check my hand positioning. Only to be presented with toaster rack, larger than I had ever seen before.
Roll, pitch, Yor. Roll pitch Yor, I start my mantra.
“Bay 11 is for landing and takeoff, only. There is no standing in green zone” – Federation, you fine me for taking it slowly, I will defect to the empire, and burn you all.
Then it came, the sweet sweet sound.
“docking completed, Engine disengaged” – I was home.
“Come to bed, darling, Come to me”
I truly had the best adventure...