Knowing full well there's little point in leaving the planet without getting some sort of work, I decided to ask around, to see if anyone had need of an 'errand boy'. Now I know what you're thinkin'. Errand Boy. Why in any of the nine hells would I be running errands? Now I ain't talkin' no usual errands. Brilliance and Ultimate casings to underfly the Confederates and make a drop on the edge a 'bulletfly', which was most certainly a suicidal man or women taking their bosses dirty work to heart. Hardly a safe living. Though there was a chance at some actual honest work too. You see, since the Aliens started bouncing the outer sectors with raiding forays, and the riffraff started to pile up because of a lax in actual patrols by the Confederates, its a dangerous time to be in. So people have a hard time for actual travel space, rather liking the relative safety a planet or base provides. So getting things like messages and actual packages not filled with weapons or drugs, but, say things like gifts, or maybe a little bit of hard to obtain medical supplies to keep the family back home going. These jobs usually don't pay very well, but their safer then looking for a dogfight.
And with my junker, anything bigger then a scrapper Talon will probably trounce me. But hey. Its a living. Another habitual thing of mine. Checking my Quine constantly, looking at the time. 011.13:25:37. Still more then enough time.
Beginning to ask around and see if there was anything I could do to make a little bit of scratch, I picked up a small mental list of things I could do.
One man wanted me to head to Cheops, Nav Point 2, and send a little message to someone going by the callsign 'Halo'. Now normally, I remember these sorts of messages, and try not to contemplate them, but it seems kind of important, because he offered me near (C)2500 to get it done before 012.019, which was more then a day from now. Enough travel time if there aren't any delays. The only problem is its in a different quadrant all together. But I know the route isn't that dangerous. Might meet one pirate, but I've met them before. But I'd be an awful long way from Central Quadrant. But then I might have something to do around there after all.
Another wanted me to deliver a 'package' to someone named 'Magnus Unger' over at Hoopers Hope at Vortex Prime, which is a Mining Base. I've been there before, it was bigger then most mining bases, and it had more then a few things to do. If I went there, It might immediately lead to another job. You never know about these kinds of things. The only problem with this one, seeing as how it'd be an easy job, is that I'm only getting payed a bit of pocket change for doing a little bit of flying, and keeping my mouth shut. (C)800 isn't much of a payoff at all, and I might not get another job offer. The trip would be over in a few hours though, and I just might get an even better job in half the time it'd take to finish that other offer.
Oh yeah. And that last offer...this guy must have taken a big hit of Ultimate before getting out in the open, because he says he wants me to head all the way out to 'backwater fuck nowhere' Argos, find some kid named Tommy Wells, and inform him of some random shit or another I don't really care about. I could give him the message, and score around (C)2800. But then I'd be stuck in batfuck nowhere.
On my way out, a girl named...Zoe Lemoine...she had an accent on her too, told me that she was offering her services. I thought the other kind too, but it turns out she actually flies an Orion, and tells me she's a pretty crackshot pilot. She says she can get me anywhere I want safely, for a price. 13 Hours of work for her, but I got to pay five large for it. Not that I need her help in the first place, I just don't have that kind of scratch anyway.
What now?