Since it was Maggie’s fault we were in the asteroid belt, it’s only fittin’ that she got us outta there in one piece, or there abouts. D-VA only took a teeny bit of damage to a thrust capacitor and hell, I got plenty a capacitors layin’ around.
I swear we weren’t two hours back home aboard ship when Maggie gets this wave. Old friend from the old days askin’ if we want some action. Wilkerson’s his name and Miss V says she’ll meet him at his old mine and hear his proposal. Well, I like salvage as much as the next person. Maybe more. And so even though I don’t trust these boys, I’ll fly with ’em. And then, Bam! Asteroids.If we didn’t have bad luck, we’d have no luck at all, as Grandpappy used to say.
We had some close calls but me and Captain Prudence helped out some with the lookout and that got us through the field pretty well. I swear I had my head down on that screen for hours. Doc tells me it was twenty minutes getting through the field and I reminded her of what old Al Einstein used to say about relativity!
The damage from the one crash was pretty minor. I told everyone that when we hit the scrap yard, I could get her patched up in an hour, maybe less. Until then, all Maggie needed to do was keep her left rudder a little loose, not clench up on her so. I told her as much and got a look for my troubles.
I still don’t like him, and I sure don’t trust him, but that Wilkerson was true to his word about the yard. We found ourselves in a big area of floatin’ ships. I felt like a gorram kid in a gorram candy store.
There was a bumblebee settler ship. I love them. Simple engines and mighty fine fittings. The overhead shaft on a bumblebee is a thing a beauty. There was a little Alliance cruiser. During the war they was fit to the gills with armaments and such. If she was packing even a fraction of her munitions payload….. There was some sort of shuttle — a design I ain’t seen before. The best of ’em was the refueler. I could see Wilkerson’s face glowing with excitement when he saw it. Yeah, a refueler — intact, mind — would be worth a year of paydays.
Roark and I got suited up in our vac suits. I’m doubtful that there’s any life support on the ships and if we’re lucky, well, we’re lucky.
I asked him why he was loaded for bear and he said “Swei, my Daddy always said ‘Over prepare and that way the other feller will be the one bleeding out on the ground while you get a drink of whiskey at the bar.'” He paused. “I always follow my Daddy’s advice.” I laughed a little. “Seems like good advice. I’ll uh, I’ll try to follow it.” I paused. Me and Roark hadn’t ever really had a sharing moment like this. It was nice. “You know, Roark, my Daddy gave me some advice, too. He always said ‘When you calculate the mass area for a blast site, don’t forget about the triangulation.'” I shook my head and laughed. “Words of wisdom, my friend. Words. Of. Wisdom.”
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