Well, since our computer really needed quite a bit of help, we opted to upgrade it a bit more. Or maybe we just accidentally discovered a few things– it was sort of an already used, older model. Like, maybe pre-Gap. Anyway, six days later, a blue badger introduced himself as Brock. Lexx prefers to call him VI, as he is somewhat holographic in nature, but, well, Widget likes him. Widget says Brock was there all along and slightly miffed no one had talked to him.
We are having our sensors swapped out for something more long-range– don’t want to be surprised by any. . . thing. The elf guy from the one tavern hired us again, 2000 credits now and 3000 if we manage to deliver something. We’ll have to be in drift space seventeen days to get to the drop off. It’s in a system with a red dwarf, four planets, and an asteroid belt. We will drop out to normal space and follow a transponder. With our new sensors, that should be easy, and Brock has kindly offered to fly. . . himself for us.
We’ve managed to go through three weeks of not trying to kill each other, and are feeling pretty good about this delivery. We’ve followed the transponder to a hollowed out asteroid in this unnamed system. There are a few destroyed turrets on the outside, and no life signs. I’m getting a feeling about these drop off points. Still, we’re here, and we don’t get paid unless we land, so we are heading in to the hanger. . . .