Bugger it all...
From the moment we set out on this voyage, it has been one disaster after another. And I cannot say I've handled them too graciously - although what's left of my luck has held, in that none of us are dead or floating in space. The famous Flint luck, my father called it. I'll never forget what he said to me after I told him I was captain of the Etherium now: "That's the famous Flint luck at work, make no mistake, boy. Better hope for you it doesn't turn." I can never shake the feeling that he was right.
It was luck that got me back in business, after all. A chance conversation with a drunken Theran trader, who let it slip that Jaentwa Mechanics was going out of business - and that they were looking for a small ship (much more inexpensive to hire than an enourmous Navy trade ship) to transport their last load of cargo. I did some checking around - you don't serve on trade ships for twenty years without learning some undergound routes of information - and managed to find a representative of Jaentwa on Montressor who confirmed the story. The fact they were hiring on a first come, first serve basis didn't bother me. I had advance knowledge. I had a damn fast ship. All I needed was a crew.
Now, I've got my crew, but we're backtracking halfway to bleeding Montressor and the chance that we will be the first to arrive - and impress the folks at Jaentwa with our speed - is getting slimmer and slimmer. If we don't pick up some business, well, I've got enough saved to pay the crew for this journey. If worst comes to worst.
If worst comes to worst...then where do I go?
It was luck that got me back in business, after all. A chance conversation with a drunken Theran trader, who let it slip that Jaentwa Mechanics was going out of business - and that they were looking for a small ship (much more inexpensive to hire than an enourmous Navy trade ship) to transport their last load of cargo. I did some checking around - you don't serve on trade ships for twenty years without learning some undergound routes of information - and managed to find a representative of Jaentwa on Montressor who confirmed the story. The fact they were hiring on a first come, first serve basis didn't bother me. I had advance knowledge. I had a damn fast ship. All I needed was a crew.
Now, I've got my crew, but we're backtracking halfway to bleeding Montressor and the chance that we will be the first to arrive - and impress the folks at Jaentwa with our speed - is getting slimmer and slimmer. If we don't pick up some business, well, I've got enough saved to pay the crew for this journey. If worst comes to worst.
If worst comes to worst...then where do I go?