I took the Bettie out this weekend. Just a quick boost out towards the Reaches. Not all the way, just far enough out system to stretch her legs. A few in and outs from warp. You know, just to power slide. No big deal.
Two jumps out, I yanked her down and found a rock field you wouldn’t believe. Big nickel chunks and iron-bergs. Blew a mess of them to crap and gone with the rail gun. Gotta remember to have the calibration looked at, I think there’s a crack in the side blow. But it’s a honkin’ Garabaldi, so you know what that means. Pah! Run kinetics for the rest of my life and you couldn’t tell. Maybe I’ll call a guy I know. The civ targeting is OK, but you can’t pop on the fly with it. Not that I’d do that of course, but it’s just the idea. (Is it worth it to go to MilSpec nanoseconds? Have to check a few leads…)
I was booming a gas giant. I won’t say which one, don’t want the Barneys looking too close, but I’m sure a few of you have been there. Blue swirl should ring a bell. Wouldn’t you know it? Kepler Green Box and the stupid internals are grubby. Not wanting to graduate to chunky salsa I had to can the 'slides. I was up to three minutes. Damn.
Needless to say, the get-goes were not on the menu anymore. Some old Sam in a converted Patrol boat burned me on the way out too. Pulled out at a light and a half and I had to eat it. No way could I double jump him. Well, I could, but that would mean finessing the externals to overlap. What a bitch just to win a pissing contest. So I let him have it. The bastard blew me grief over three bands too. I hated that.
Old habits came back to haunt me. In the good way this time. There’s a first for everything. Never ever leave your 'well with less than a two week ration. Beef and kleef. Learned this the hard way on that long-ago ride after college. Eating your own newts is not the way to go. I don’t care how fast they restock, it just throws the whole air plant wonky. Better to stash kibble, even if it is surplus. With the Kepler iffy, the inbound took longer than projected. I didn’t have to touch the kibble this time, but it was close.
I’m thinking of LaForging up the inducers. This should boost my efficiency to 85%. 87 on a good day. If I can get the mags to align. Maybe I’ll farm out the work. Not that I mind a few days in bay, but still, sometimes you have to let the professionals take over. If you’ve ever pulled a whole core, you know what I’m saying here. If not, then count your self lucky and learn from some other fool.
On a brighter note, the 8 meg’ co-axes are a sweet rig. You can cut back the deflection to almost nothing. You save power that way with no safety issues. Unless you hit grit. Damned micro-gravel. (lno, you’re right. Leaving the gain up two clicks was the way to go. Thanks. Owe you one.)
So I got out and spun it around a bit, shook some chaff loose, and got home in one piece. It was a good trip. Bettie says “Hi”.