Day 279 - Brapelille

While doing some work for Federal Administration, I find myself out in Sinq Laison in a dirty little backwater system of Brapelille. Although I say 'dirty' that's prolly due to the contrast of standing in one of the cleanest fitting bays I've ever seen. The Med-Clone centre on the other side of the station wasn't this clean. Pete, the head opperative for the fitting centre, was obviously the driving force behind the standards here - I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but he just had that look in his eyes. The total opposite of my contact here, Prot Lerveine, who I'd just finished a series of Human Cattle missions for...


I've been hitting the agents for missions using the Vexor Bel gave me, on and off for a few cycles now, and found it a very reliable crate and the market here held some nice Mark II items that I wanted to upgrade to. Not being a fighter at heart, I love the Vexor for it's strength and versatility. Being able to hang at the 40km mark and sit back letting my 5 Hammerheads do all of the work while even the most aggressive missile assaults never see my shields go past 30%... plus I just planted myself a tractor on the top slot, which helps when I'm sitting in the middle of a container field.


So here I am in a pristine fitting bay, looking at the config report that Pete just handed me:

hi-slot

• 2 x 250mm 'Scout' I Acc Canon (Uranium)
• 1 x Med Nosferatu
• 1 x Sml Tractor Beam

med-slot

• 1 x Invulnerability Field II
• 2 x Lge Shield Extender II

low-slot

• 3 x Power Diagnostic System II
• 1 x Shield Power Relay

drone bay

• 7 x Hammerhead

"So you think I'll have enough juice", I asked him, and he just laughed.

"I could run this station on 3 PDS. Just get around to doing something with that Power Relay, it ain't got much life left in it. Also I can arrange a few janitors to come and clean her out for you?"

"I've really got to fly. You know, people to see, deadlines to keep. Maybe next time?" He turns, mutters something inaudible and heads back to his terminal, taking my empty Quafe Lite carton with him, wiping away the mark it had left on the counter. I stand and ponder him while he taps in the final configuration. Now there's a man I wouldn't want to meet in a dark corridor. Anyone this obsessive with cleanliness must have some deep seated emotional problems.