There were days when it got to him, the constant pressure to maintain his ship.There were days when it got to him, the constant pressure to maintain his ship. He had sunk a lot of cash into her, buying the best he could. He realized now that doing so may have been a mistake. At the moment he didn't have the capital to effect some minor repairs that, while not critical, were necessary. He was in no danger of losing his hyperdrive, powerplants, or basic life support, but at any moment his toilet might back up. And some of the life support emergency circuitry was getting old. It had been an old hull when he'd bought it, and some of the hardware had come with the deal. They were nine light years out from Simaj. The jumpdrive was on it's third recycle, and at present fuel reserves they were faring better than he had estimated. Denni was doing one hell of a job. The Fahrenheit starsystem was two more jumps, and then it was back to BD+32 and Pendor Treaty Alliance space. |