Robots, Gadolinium, Scrap, and Gin

[Badperson]

Ship Type: ZBT-100Z-2 "Whale"
Maintenance Status: 57%
Next Maintenance Date: 11/20/21


The very next day....

Hermann had decided to keep the old thing after carefully inspecting it, although he had a feeling the superstitions were true after he accidentally banged his knee on the side of the railing.

Well, Fester had been nice enough to fill him up with a ton of Pineal Amulets to take to Planet Crete. "They're payin big for this stuff," he had said. "They must be religious freaks as well as cannibals. Is that why they eat other people?"

So, while Hermann cruised through the lush green system, skimming the edges of the burning orange sun in the middle of the system, he had expected a blood red system with a dead, dying sun as the core. Instead, he was met with this oddly beautiful system.

"Planet Crete, this is the Overbeck.Twenty, requesting a mooring spot. I got a load of Pineal Amulets."

"Roger that, proceed mooring point 10. Welcome to Planet Crete."

Hermann sighed as he wiped the sleep away from his eyes. He had been keeping his eyes open for a good 20 hours while he steered the ship towards Omicron Gamma, instead of into some planet or sun. He took his 143rd swig of coffee and shut off the small radio onboard the ship, which was starting to play some very irritating tunes.

As the small shuttles took away portions of his cargo for transfer to the surface, Hermann had decided he would add to his Life Checklist, a list for what he had to do to resume normal life.

---Get a new ship

---Stay awake

---.....

Well, it wasn't a very impressive list, to say the least. Hermann didn't know what else to put in.