20-01-3312
07:37:53
Inner Orion Spur | Hollatja
Entry 77 - A new year comes with new shenanigans
It’s the new year, and I’ve obviously made it to the Bubble once more. I took some time off to be with friends for the holidays, and think about my game-plan for acquiring enough credits for a fleet carrier. The exobiology gig is mad for credits. It feels like a money cheat code. My friends are quite a bit shocked just how much pay you really get by doing it. A dangerous job when doing it in deep space all by your lonesome, and takes quite a bit of know-how, but all of the work so worth the money you make from it.
Though, I have discovered a new “risk”, as it were. I spoke to my friend L about the whole exobiology thing, and he showed some interest in potentially getting a bunch of credits for a better (and larger) ship. I’d already gotten the Cobra MK V and kitted it out for exobiology, and I showed him the ropes. We were having a great time. And then, the shenanigans started.
Usually I’m incredibly careful when flying, or when I’m on-foot on a planet. I think a lot of the caution I have is because I usuallly do everything by myself in deep space- if I get hurt, I’m totally screwed. I cannot rely upon anyone else to help me in deep space, I can only rely on myself. So I’m very careful and take precautions and don’t usually do stupid shit (usually being the key word, here). But because we were in the Bubble and on an inhabited planet, and we were together…we got a little rowdy. A bit too rowdy, actually.
Almost landing on each other’s heads while jetpacking to and from different biological signatures type of rowdy. Standing right on top of the engines as the ship takes off kind of rowdy.
L getting severely injured as a result and needing to go to the hospital immediately type of rowdy.
Yeah, I know. It’s stupid reckless deadly insane shit, but when I’m with L it’s like all of my caution is thrown to the wind. Our ability to get into the funniest, silliest and craziest of situations is limitless. It’s like I forget the universe is a dangerous place, and that my ship is a deadly metal projectile. I feel awful for what happened, but so does he, since he was the one that brought up the idea in the first place (but who is the worse fool, the fool who leads or the fool who follows him?). We’ve both agreed that we are both to blame, and we’ve both decided to not get rowdy anymore and to take our outings seriously. Live and learn, and all that.
Anyways, do as I say, not as I do. My next entry will likely just be me talking about plants and such. I’m scanning a lot of plants, alright? It’s kinda the whole point of being an exobiologist. (Lets not talk about how most of the stuff isn’t really plants and is more akin to mushrooms or coral, or even some types of animals. It’s still alive and worth studying).