Octanneve V – Moon 1
Federation Customs Assembly Plant
Maeve stood in the station hangar overlooking her just delivered Hulk.
Sighing, she looked down at her datapad displaying transmissions and reports of a rumored pirate mass invasion that had been coined by one "Helicity Boson" as "Hulkaggedon". Reports said the onslaughts begin tomorrow. Almost exactly a full day after she'd finally finished her long and arduous training for the beast... the Hulk.... target #1.
Maeve scratched the back of her head, a mass of tangled and piled hair, and began pacing, chewing her nails nervously. Her bank had just been drained dry again acquiring the ship and its various fittings. She needed to get back out there and make use of it to rebuild her wallet.... it also didn't help that her drones were not selling, despite that she priced them at the lowest in the system. Even if they did sell, she didn't have the minerals to build more.
"What if they come?...... what if they come....?" Quickly she glanced back at her Hulk, its new hull shining, bursts of flame spewing from its powerful engines. "I can't risk it..... not right now.... what timing..... rotten luck....."
She scrolled her datapad to her wallet balance, a sad, paltry 176 million isk.
Sighing in resignation, she clicked her coms, "Please deliver the Dominix "Delvian" into my launch bay.." clicking the coms back off, "Looks like my drones will be hunting rats for Federation Customs."
3 days ago