Decided I’d try my hand at a bit of fiction with some reality woven in here and there. All the links in it are informative in some way in reality. Other bits of fiction may end up linked to it, who knows we shall just have to see how things play out.
I slapped my hand on the door lock pad and a couple of seconds latter the door hissed open, I stepped through, but jumped back as a massive container titled “ship parts” swung straight at me and slammed into where I would have been standing then thumped to the deck blocking the door way.
A voice that seemed to contain a perpetual chuckle yelled out.
“Louis watch where you bloody swing that thing you could take somebodies eye out”
I tapped on the container side.
“See Louis you gone and locked someone out”
As the container raised I duck through the doorway under it and was greeted by a skinny man wearing a olive green jump suit with blond tussled hair and a massive grin on his face. The words “chief mechanic” were stitched under the the name “Harry Price” on his left pocket.
“Sorry about that Grer, Louis is a bit careless. Where is “The Von” we only put her together two days ago”
“yeah I know Harry I lost her, but she did pay for herself in kills isk wise”
Harry grinned “I suppose that’s not a surprise you always did go through ships fast”
“yeah yeah Harry, shut up, I’m going to get a drink”
We walked into the bar 3 floors above the hanger. A sign above the Lintel said “Welcome to the Hadozeko Keg”. It was a nice change from all those damn clubs in gallente space I had to put up with on the last campaign, no flashing lights or pumping music. Just dull brown metal walls that reflected the low golden glow from the lights recessed in the ceiling. With a slightly raised stage where the bands played, apparently the one on tonight was called Stonefield.
“Harry grab us a booth at the back, I’ll get the drinks”
I walked over to the bar ordered a bottle of whiskey and then someone tapped my shoulder and sat down beside me.
The stranger blurted out,
“Ava told me about you guys said you were frig pilots and that I could learn about rifters”
I glanced at the kid he seemed a bit eager and wet behind the ears, but you never know these days. I slide him across a data pad with some information on rifters and there fittings and told him to sit down an wait for Miura Bull.
Then headed over to the booth Harry had grabbed. A few minutes later the waitress who had that redbrown hair that is so hard to find and was dress in a short tank top and slacks with knot work tattoos curling up from her hips and running up her ribs came over with our drinks.
“leave the bottle of scotch would you”
I gave her a quick smile but Harry was shoving one of his thin vanilla cigars in my face and offering me a lighter. And she walked away, “Christ” I thought, I must really find out who she is.
Then the band came on and I settle in for the evening to enjoy the music and wait for my new ships and the rest of the gang.