scsimodem
2009-03-06, 03:12 PM
Haven Station
It was a new day, and Haven Station was busier than ever, as if you could even tell day from night here. Ships soared in and out, some full of cargo, some with people. Refugees still poured in at a slow but steady pace from The Fringe. Billions of credits worth of business would be trafficked through today alone. Amidst the hustle and bustle, on another nameless deck in the city-sized station, yet another story was beginning. It wasn't the only story, but it was their story. Norad still stood there holding the note, still in disbelief. 'His' crew was still loading up the ship with supplies and fuel, preparing to set off into space for whatever lay out there. He read over the note again, still trying to take it all in:
"Dear Norey or maybe I should start calling you Norad,
Gran and I have been talking for a while, and we both admire how you've grown as a man. From the time you were a young boy you've been able to handle yourself very well. The way you talk to machines at your age is a marvel. It reminds me a lot of ole' Jimmy, who kept our patrol boat running through the worst of the Pirate Wars. Appropriate that this is going to Haven Station, a legacy I helped create is now where yours will start. I talked it over with your dad a long time ago, and we agreed that when the time was right, we'd give you a leg up in the wide, open galaxy. That is why I am giving to you the same ship I piloted around in my younger days. When I was your age, it took all my savings to buy and three months to get her running. Hell, she's 40 years older than I am, but I know a crack mechanic like you can keep her running. Get a sturdy crew and a pilot who knows how to treat her right, and that ship can open up entire worlds to you. Of course, now Gran wants you to write more since we did just give you a spaceship, but we'll understand if you're busy. Happy sailing.
Gramps
P.S. The right thruster is a bit twitchy, so tell the pilot not to gun it too hard.
P.P.S. We originally intended you and your brother to go into business together with this. What he did may be inexcusable, but we encourage you to forgive him, in person, if you're given the chance. His heart's right, but he lost his way."
Ok, everyone else tell me what you're doing before you leave the station. There's still enough crew quarters for 2 people without having to share bunks or use the passenger compartment. Unless and until we fill the slots, I'll throw in a pair of NPCs if you want that will basically be background characters who will only come out when they're really needed. Also, y'all need to find a job, so just let me know how you're going to go about putting yourselves up for hire and I'll tell you what jobs come your way.
It was a new day, and Haven Station was busier than ever, as if you could even tell day from night here. Ships soared in and out, some full of cargo, some with people. Refugees still poured in at a slow but steady pace from The Fringe. Billions of credits worth of business would be trafficked through today alone. Amidst the hustle and bustle, on another nameless deck in the city-sized station, yet another story was beginning. It wasn't the only story, but it was their story. Norad still stood there holding the note, still in disbelief. 'His' crew was still loading up the ship with supplies and fuel, preparing to set off into space for whatever lay out there. He read over the note again, still trying to take it all in:
"Dear Norey or maybe I should start calling you Norad,
Gran and I have been talking for a while, and we both admire how you've grown as a man. From the time you were a young boy you've been able to handle yourself very well. The way you talk to machines at your age is a marvel. It reminds me a lot of ole' Jimmy, who kept our patrol boat running through the worst of the Pirate Wars. Appropriate that this is going to Haven Station, a legacy I helped create is now where yours will start. I talked it over with your dad a long time ago, and we agreed that when the time was right, we'd give you a leg up in the wide, open galaxy. That is why I am giving to you the same ship I piloted around in my younger days. When I was your age, it took all my savings to buy and three months to get her running. Hell, she's 40 years older than I am, but I know a crack mechanic like you can keep her running. Get a sturdy crew and a pilot who knows how to treat her right, and that ship can open up entire worlds to you. Of course, now Gran wants you to write more since we did just give you a spaceship, but we'll understand if you're busy. Happy sailing.
Gramps
P.S. The right thruster is a bit twitchy, so tell the pilot not to gun it too hard.
P.P.S. We originally intended you and your brother to go into business together with this. What he did may be inexcusable, but we encourage you to forgive him, in person, if you're given the chance. His heart's right, but he lost his way."
Ok, everyone else tell me what you're doing before you leave the station. There's still enough crew quarters for 2 people without having to share bunks or use the passenger compartment. Unless and until we fill the slots, I'll throw in a pair of NPCs if you want that will basically be background characters who will only come out when they're really needed. Also, y'all need to find a job, so just let me know how you're going to go about putting yourselves up for hire and I'll tell you what jobs come your way.