When finally I arrived at my home station I notice an unfamiliar ship parked on the spot where I should park my Ares, forcing me to look for another spot.
I was walking to the exit door of the hangar when a burly man approached me.
“Excuse me. Are you Mr …?” (censored. Sorry guys. I still had to keep my name secret). He asked politely.
“Yes, I am. Can I help you?”, I replied. I could tell the guy was not capsuleer from the way he moved. Most capsuleers would moved a bit stiff because their mind was too used to control a ship than their own body parts. They guy moved very naturally which I envied a bit. Continue reading “Day 12: A Mystery Gift Part 1”
