YC 15.09.112
2000 Hours
Hianmar sat at his desk, surveying the space visible through the large glass window in the observation deck of his private quarters. He never could get over the sheer vastness of the world outside, even though he had been a capsuleer for well over a year now. Most people expected you to get used to it, the feeling of immense freedom as you piloted several tons of metal with the capability to destroy cities through the immeasurable nothing. Hianmar simply couldn't, and he didn't want to either. He loved that feeling of wonder as he undocks from a station, where you look around 360 degrees to make sure it is safe, but also marveling at the sheer size of you home, the station. He would have gone on in his reverie for a few more minutes, had his terminal on his desk lit up and displayed a notification:
New ISCC Message
Transmission Type: Mail
From: Toobindicular Guy, Member of Deep Core Mining
To: Hianmar, Member of Therapy. Corporation in the Alliance Wildly Inappropriate.
Subject: Spot of Trouble
Hianmar sighed, and decided to see what his old mate had gotten himself into this time. He and Toobs hadn't really spoken in a while, due to the fact that Toob's was grounded planet side because of his recent undertaking of advanced studies. Because of this, he didn't have the time to fly too often, and when he did it was only to remind himself of how to fly.
So it was a surprise to Hianmar to discover that not only had his old buddy come back to the reaches of space for more than a joy ride, but he had also left his previous corporotion. So it was with a sense of of apprehension that he opened the mail:
/Start Msg./
Hian,
I am in a spot of trouble, due to some of my recent actions. Put it this way, I've angered the top brass in my last corp and now they are looking to send me to hell in a handbag should I set foot out of the station. Sure I could take them, but it would be so much easier if I jump cloned out and if you gave my stuff a lift. So I need you to move my assets to somewhere where I can eventually get into the action, hopefully somewhere near you.
Now your probably asking, where and what is in it for you? Well, some staging system for whatever corp your in, or somewhere in low sec where I can lay low for a while. As for reward, I can get you a good amount of cash, upwards of 100 million ISK for this.
Only question left now is are you in?
Toobs
/End Msg./
"What has he done now?" Hianmar wondered to himself. But then he realized it didn't matter. He'd washed his hands of the bounty hunting and mission running life of the high security pilot. He was now in the war and fighting profession and shooting his fellow capsuleer was so much more rewarding than taking down the pathetic and stupid pirate scum of Empire. And besides, he didn't want to get involved in whatever mess Toob's had caused and even though he'd been a capsuleer for about the same time as Hian, he was often spooked too easily.
/New Msg./
Toobs,
All right, I'm in.
Hian
/End Msg./
It was too easy, like taking candy from a baby. 54 Jumps for more than 100 mil? Toob's must be really worried, but Hianmar sure wasn't. He got up and exited his quarters, heading in the direction of the Jump Cloning facilities.
As he stepped in, he thought to himself: "Easy Money". If he could only make this kind of money more often.
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