Trip Jenner
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Posted - 2008.01.17 12:06:00 -
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The two-week wait for a decently capable ship was a long one. Staring at the same three walls, with a singular window opening out to the infinite reaches of space... grows tiring. Trip was confined to his quarters the entire time. That meant, as he settled into being a free-roaming foundation support inside the station, he also got to watch his brother take leave of the station whenever he freakin' pleased. Great.
Once the ship that Outlaw told him he was to board arrived, he knew that he was in for a trip. "The Dawn of Darkness" was her name. She was an Amarrian ship, being flown by a Minmatar. Headed to Gallentean Space. Trip thought it would be interesting just to see the guy fly it.
Once on the ship, his knuckles healed from his attack on the dock workers two weeks before--the guy whose career he ended with a decisive kick to the knee was carted on a gurney about six passengers ahead, and was trying to get more sedatives when he realized Trip was coming to the same ship--he was given a card from a secretary of Commander Jenner's, and wished a happy vacation. He could only glare at her, as she smiled sweetly back.
At the entry lobby, there's the fellow giving the lists of the levels restricted from access by the captain and crew of the ship. He's used to that. There is another fellow giving the lists of levels and decks on which life and games can be found. Great. He's only got fifteen decks to himself, an isk card, and god only knows how much time before he gets back into a ship of his own.
His first six days on board were spent scouting out the area. The fifteen decks he was allowed to hit and, on rare occasion, a few other decks. With his current selection of clothing, he was more than easily able to fit in with the general workers. With his more-subtle ability to fit in with some people--on occasion--he was able, at the expense of doing some heavy lifting jobs, to be in the cargo hangar for short periods of time.
The guards on the ship didn't share Trip's love of the outer reaches of space. "Rules had been placed against the passengers of a ship for a reason." He discovered and re-discovered these rules several times. Usually, he'd ended up sitting before the Minmatar flying the thing, and end up receiving an ear-full from him over the reasons he didn't want his passengers to end up giving him a bounty on his head that he didn't need. On another occasion, he ended up sitting in the brig for three days. On another occasion... the one he enjoyed the most, he ended up in the brig, one cell away from the officer he'd seduced. He was laughing half the time he'd been in the brig. She smacked him when they were arrested. Again when they were both released. And he was still laughing.
The last two weeks of his life on the cruiser were spent, primarily, on the recreation decks. Doing what a Jenner does best. No, other than pulling the trigger.
Trip got plastered.
Usually, too, for the reason that he kept buying the cheapest beer on the station. Lots of it, too. He'd run up a three hundred isk tab, pay it off at the end, then spend part of the morning causing brawls until he'd get slammed back into the brig, or hurled by comrades-in-beers mates back into his room. There, he'd wait until the urge to hurl, and then put a note on it to have it jettisoned as soon as possible.
At the end of two weeks, the bill was sent to Trip for the amount of trouble he caused, and he gawked, for the first time in his life. The bill was far less than he'd expected. 1, 592 isk, in total. The card Outlaw had given him? 10, 000, 000.
He left the cruiser as a civilian with 9, 998, 408 isk. That... was a first for him. Living life to its fullest, and never spending so little in his life.
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