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”
Just spent 90 minutes in Robigo doing Tourism Passenger Missions. About 100mil. earned. Went from 41% Pioneer to 62%. Didn't want to post on a more public forum. In case any of you want to up one of your commanders exploration rank. Of course, the good payouts come from being allied. There are 3 factions giving upwards of 25 missions each, so lots to chose from! I'm using an Anaconda with only First Class Cabins. 9 missions at a time.
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...