I've been called many things. Nostalgic ain't one, but it really should be. The other day I figured I can climb into my Roc and take her for a spin again, cause she was just sitting there collecting dust all this time since I switched to that crappy Eagle and then my precious Sabre. But man... I just realized, there's nothing like flying a bomber. Sure, flying a fighter was nice, but it makes things too easy, there's no fun in it and there's no adrenaline rush that you can smell through your nose. Ten minutes out in the open with that thing, and I could already feel the excitement of flying a bomber again. That was a hell of a flight. I even considered going to Liberty for the sake of old times, but figured it'd be suicide after all this time away from bombers and LNS swarms, so I decided to take it for a test drive instead.
There was this random trader I ran into around FP4. He was a cool guy. He was flying one of those medium Bretland transports, and you could clearly see how scared he was when he saw a bomber kicking his little trans out of the lane. His cargo was rather interesting though. Some wines, some cigars, and if you looked at the scan logs close enough, you could see some synth weed in a corner too, and that guy definitely had no idea how to hide them so they don't appear in scan logs. That cargo was somethin you'd more often see around Cortez than Magellan, and seems that's where he was headed as well, but had accidentally taken the wrong gate or something, because he was seemed confused about being in Magellan, thinking he was supposed to be in Cortez.
It was so tempted to try my SN aim on him and see how much of my aim's been screwed after all this time, but the kid was all nice and polite, and figured I can keep my finger off the trigger at least till he's gone and the next poor bastard's off the lane. Apparently the ship was his dad's who used to work for Gateway, but he had retired and his son - the kid captain of that Brit med trans - had decided to go freelancer with the ship, and there he was, with all his cash spent on the luxury cargo he had bought, and not a single dime left on him. Well, I didn't need his cash anyways, so figured I can just get some of that good stuff he was taking to Curacao and let him be on his way. I don't do weed though. It's nasty and pointless, and potheads turn out so miserable in the end. I don't do Cardamine either, don't wanna get stuck with orange powder crawling up my nose for the rest of my unnatural life, but I couldn't say no to a few nice bottles of wine and a couple of hand-rolled cigars. Life's generous toward some, every once in a while, and so am I.
