I'm getting the hell out of Arnon.
Somethings not right.
As I said in my previous post I woke up, stone drunk on the floor of my hangar. Lots of narcotics around and no one else anywhere.
LOTS of narcotics around.
Like a distributor blew up around me. I have 6 heavy launchers on my Drake and 3 of them were way down on Ammo, the others were somewhat depleted as well.
My heads just trying to find some semblance of normalcy as I find what's left of a bottle of some evil liquid spirit.
I need a hair of the dog as a pain reliever.
Whoo! wow! aaarggh. It'll get better I'm telling myself.
There's no bodies, no blood anywhere. I haven't checked my ship yet tho.
Damn burn marks all over her.
I don't feel violated. Thats a flippin good thing.
I've gotta get back to Villore
Nope, can't go there. That might be obvious, or not. no use chanceing that.
I gotta do something with this contraband. There's too much of it. worth too much ISK to do nothing. Whats the worst that could happen???
I'm gonna stash it in another hangar in system.
I need to leave here.
I'll get back to this after it cools.
omg! what's going to happen when I undock?
Big smacking warning window on the screen. CONTRABAND!
Burn to the station!
dock
unload
undocking
warp to zero
jump
I can't even fly,
Autopilot engaged
Seat back
I can't find my Retriever.
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