"So all three pirates just got away?" the gruff pilot asked me.
I was in a bar on the station at Qutiri. I had just sold a cargo hold full of furs from Isinor, and bought a hold full of computers to take back to Isinor. I decided to get a beer before heading back to Isinor.
As often happens when pilots meet up at a space bar, we had started trading stories. I had told him about my little adventure on Diso that I shared with you in my last story.
"Yeah, but so did I!" I insisted.
"You are a coward!" he shouted at me, "How many Jamesons do you think that trio will kill before they meet a pilot who will do the right thing and kill them?"
"I am no coward, sir. I just don't believe in-"
"Yeah, yeah," he cut me off, "You don't believe in taking sentient life. Of course
it has nothing to do with fear. I can't even stand to drink in the same bar as you!"
He threw his mug of beer at me and stomped out the door.
A lot of people felt that way about me. A coward, not having enough guts to do what is necessary to rid the galaxy of scum and save innocent Jamesons from eary graves.
My baby, the Asimov-Clarke
, shot out of the station like a dart. I hit full throttle and hit the hyperspace initiator. A countdown for 15 seconds started. As soon as I came out of the wormhole at Isinor, I saw trouble.
An Iron Ass was chasing down this beat-up python, launching volley after volley of lasers into it's it's shields.
"Someone please help me!" the Python was broadcasting, "I am under attack by a fully equipped Cobra Mk III. All I have is a pulse laser, and my shields are failing. I cannot outrun him. I have my three year old daughter on board. Someone please help me!"
"I told you Python, 5 Tons of cargo and you're free to go!"
I pointed my laser at the Iron Ass, and fired a couple shots in his direction. Just enough to get his attention by draining his shields.
Yes, of course
I have weapons. I haven't used them to take a life, but just the appearance of being heavily armed is enough to make many pirates think twice about attacking me.
"You son of a tree frog!" I heard the pirate scream.
He broke off his attack on the python and brought his forward mounted military laser to face me. I hit the fuel injectors as I saw the python slip off my radar.
I was making a beeline for the safe zone around the system's main station. If I could just come across a GalCop viper, that pirate would be toast.
My ship shook violently as a laser burst struck my aft shields.
There was an asteroid hurtling towards me. Right before it hit me, I pitched my nose upwards and went over it. The pirate pitched his nose down and went under it.
"Incoming missile!" my computer alerted me.
I watched the radar as the missile approached me. A few kilometers off my tail, and I pressed my ECM button on my onsole. The missile detonated before it hit me. The detonation's shockwave propelled me forward out of the pirate's range, and I switched on my Torus drive. I was at the station in no time.
A couple hour's later, they had just finished loading my cargo full of furs when I saw I had received an email.
To the Commander of the Asimov-Clarke,
This is Commander Neil of the Royal Galleon, the Python that you saved a few hours ago from that pirate. I was wondering if you'd be willing to meet me at this station's bar later. I want to give you a reward for saving my daughter's life. Please allow me to show you my gratitude.
A smile crossed my lips. That little girl is still alive,
I thought to myself, because of me. Some coward that I am.