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Mar 05, 2020 Ista Tolanna link
Ista Tollana was seated in one of the cafeteria areas of the Corvus station she was laying low in. She still did not have her ship although she had received an automated reply from it stating it had reactivated and was returning using low-energy mode because of some issues caused by just under 12 years of drifting. No ETA yet.

She was scanning the public network looking at available contracts, incredulous that it was now possible to pick up a contract to escort convoys with no background check. ‘This could be well worth exploring’ she mused. She wondered if she could get paid for the escorting then backtrack and pick off the stragglers…

Her thought was interrupted by an ad for a ship across the bottom of the screen, surprised that prices for them have not changed much in 12 years. She was encouraged, thinking that repairing her old atlas would not be any more than she had budgeted. That was good news since money was going to be tight until she was refitted, resupplied, and ready to head out.

This new ship called a Trident looked interesting. No prices on the information, file this away for later investigation...

Across the room a familiar voice caught her attention, someone in the food line getting breakfast. She knew the voice but was not remembering the name. Moments later the memory came into focus, looking 12 years older but sounding the same she realized it was tsreknor from TGFT. She turned away quickly hoping she was not seen. With all the time that past he looked different, he could have walked right past her and she would not have realized it if he had not spoken. But she knew she looked exactly the same as everyone who might recognizer her would remember. She stood and walked out the door opposite from the food so she could keep her back to him the entire way.

She decided she would spend more time in her rented room until she could leave. She could not afford to be noticed yet. Physical modifications to her face, height and DNA would be the right action, but it was not within her current means. She could look into that when she had the cash.

Her room wasn’t very nice. The network terminal didn’t function, it was small, it smelled a little funny, but there was a nice view on the wall screen. Every room in her price range would have the same view of the station exterior near the docking ports so one could watch the ships come and go. It was handy if you knew what you were looking for. She was watching as four UIT moths with the TGFT logo fly out of this Corvus station without an escort. She wondered what was different now, was it a lack of privateers, better security between stations, or some other reason they seemed to have no fear. She decided she had better research this facet of life before she took up ‘the profession’ again.

She looked over at her broken network terminal. She thought about being recognized in the public areas of the station. She decided that discretion was the word of the day so she walked to the maintenance office and complained about the terminal in her room being broken. She complained until they promised to fix it this week. Then she complained some more until they promised it by tomorrow. Then she complained even more until they promised a tech within the hour. She thought of this talent to motivate people to do her bidding via excessive speech as her super-power.

Smiling at the maintenance office staff as she left, she thought about a drink in the casino but decided on a nap back at the room so she would not miss the tech.

She would have sworn that she had just closed her eyes when there was a knock on the door...
Mar 06, 2020 xDraenoRx link
fuuuuuuuuuuuck who knocked on the door?!?!?
Aug 22, 2020 wolftrax link
Smoking story. let that pilot know i would fly beside her.
Sep 13, 2020 Sraer link
An excellent read! Can't wait for more!
Sep 15, 2020 theolodger link
nice story... wow thats a long time lol