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Heatwave has a minion!

Minion the Flyer 118




Heatwave
Legacy Name: Heatwave


The Reborn Cadogre
Owner: Tashamon

Age: 11 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: August 15th, 2012

Adopted: 8 years, 2 weeks, 2 days ago

Adopted: April 9th, 2016

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 13
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Salutations traveler, what brings you out to this dead planet?

It's at a bit of a distance right now, but there's a sandstorm headed our way. You're welcome to take shelter in my ship if needs be.

I'm just finishing up a mission myself. I probably won't make it back for another few hours.

If you're after scrap, you're more than welcome to check out my wares.

Whilst I'm pretty self-sufficient, there are a few regular customers I have to give credit to for getting me this far.

It's pretty desolate out here, and no big surprise. That giant, bloated orb up in the sky is a dying sun, and at some point in the next hundred or so millennia it'll swallow this planet whole. Not that it'll make much difference now, it's already scorched the oceans and practically everything else off the surface already. Not much is going to survive millions of years of this heat, especially not you or I. You'd better have a good cooling system in that suit of yours because believe you me, it's rather hot on the outside.

❯ Next.

I'm assuming you're here for the same reasons as I, however. Lots of useful metals and radioactive materials on planets like these to salvage if you've got a ship to transport them. On once-inhabited planets like this, it's even easier - not all dominant species make it to the stars before the universe decides their time's up, and when they're gone you come along and find all sorts of neat archaic technologies strewn about. I get a lot of requests to pick up trinkets like that. A lot of individuals like to find out about their could-have-been galactic siblings.

❯ Ask about the ship.
❯ Ask about the missions.
❯ Ask about the salvage.

Oh, the ship? I've got a custom-built Nomad about 2 klicks south of here. You're welcome to shelter in it from the coming storm - I'll send you the coordinates and a code to get into the cargo bay. I'd tell you not to steal anything, but it's already empty. *shrugs*

... Unless you're talking about the big one in orbit?

❯ Ask about the big ship in orbit.

Couldn't miss it if you tried, could you?

The Valiant, my 'real' ship, is a grand piece of useless architecture. It's the size of a small town, and enough to accommodate the last fleeting remnants of a newly space-facing race - though it has long since failed in that purpose. Built and intended to remain in space for its entire lifespan, it doesn't have the ability for a planetary descent even if a large and flat enough area was found for it to land on. Unless you happen to be hell-bent on sending it into a catastrophic free-fall, though I'd have to ask, where would be the usefulness in that?

❯ Next.

Much of the living space had already been gutted upon my acquisition of it, in favour of more storage. It's currently a few kilometres of mostly empty titanium alloy units, with two central monorail tracks for transport. I've considered selling some of these parts off for scrap, but it's cheaper for me to get the ship's maintenance system to divert oxygen only to the monorail, the crew's quarters and the bridge than to pay for everything to be removed and rerouted entirely. And heck, I love being cheap.

❯ Next.

Thankfully, I don't have to travel the whole way through the ship to get to the bridge, if I'm not transporting any salvage from a nearby planet. Valiant has several docks with one mercifully close to the crew's quarters, so I don't have to endure the painfully slow monorail trip there and back every time I need to organise a mission.

❯ Ask about the planet.
❯ Ask about the missions.
❯ Ask about the salvage.

Missions keep me alive, bucko! Even in the depths of space, you've gotta earn food, fuel and oxygen, not to mention being able to trade for ship and suit repairs. I pay for myself and my ship's upkeep with the scrap I salvage from places like this. Sometimes I get requests, other times I pick up anything that I think is nifty and pawn it off to the nearest civilisation. It helps to know the local customs, but other than that, there's always a niche for this sort of thing. It's a job that never goes out of style!

❯ Next

Right now, I've flagged a scattering of underground bunkers to check out. I'm continuing northeast from here to check out a few other interesting sites before heading back to plan the excavation. Then it's heavy machinery time! As much as I love zipping around on my bike, there's nothing quite like ripping through the ground for the spoils. I'll admit, it's a bit of a slog on my own, but I'm used to it. It's been so long since I've had a crew, I wouldn't even know where to begin directing them anyway.

❯ Next

It's been a heck of a long time since the ship - the big one in orbit above the planet - was fully staffed. I remember when I joined I thought I'd just be doing maintenance, but before I knew it, I was out in the field, with my own salvage team, one of about three, I think. It was good going. But one day, whilst I was planet-side with my team, one of the rookie teams in training went rogue and turned the place into a floating graveyard. They locked themselves in the bridge with the captain before cutting off the oxygen supply to the rest of the ship, intending to leave my team behind. But we received a distress signal from the captain and headed back whilst he stalled them.

❯ Next.

Needless to say we were successful in recapturing the ship, but it was still pretty rough going. In the end we ran a few more missions as a crew, but eventually the captain stepped down, leaving me in charge. I think he's retired to a nice planet a few light years away from here, actually. The rest of my team have all made their pilgrimages home, or settled down, or gone off on other solo ventures. It's just me and the ship now.

❯ Ask about the planet.
❯ Ask about the ship.
❯ Ask about the salvage.

Art, profile and story by Tashamon

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