Been doin' this
here run from Pittsburgh to Manhattan for couple weeks now.
Nothin' 'citin', just movin' water and pharm one way and
bringin' boron ore on th' way back.
Most the time's
pretty quiet, just me, Hiatus and the big ol' black. Hiatus' a
good rig, kep' me safe - most the time. Wasn't her fault 'tall,
that last month, I bout' had my butt blown off! Was all my
fault. I's a bein' ' little greedy, ' guess?
I heard I could
get some good cred takin' a load of h-fuel to Detroit. So, I
loaded up in Manhattan and set out on a new trade lane. I's
feelin' I forgot somthin'; didn't member what. Halfway through
the trip, right about the time I heard that breach nouncement,
I memberd what I forgot - shield batteries!
So there they was
'bout five Xeno's, lockin' on and firin' away. It sounded like
firecrackers poppin' outside. Man, I was jumpin' like a
horn-frog in a fryin' pot tryin' to get back in that there lane
ring. And wouldn't ya know it, right 'bout the time was gonna
give 'em the slip, one'a them fellers fired a missle right
smack dab in my rear end. Man that still burns my
Oh, I made it to
Detroit alright an' all. Yeah, with cargo intact. But that
eighty percent hull damage repair bill ate up any profit I was
hopin' on makin'. I pretty much jus' broke even.
I learned me a
good lesson that day. Taught me; don't forget batteries when
you'r makin' a trip in'ta the great unknown. And nother thing '
taught me; well, maybe I should jus' log all this stuff down in
this here Wave thingy, so if ever anything were ta happin' to
me, people'd know 'bout what I did, what I done, what I'm
The name's Sam
Lonnigan and I fly Rhinos for a livin'.
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