Date: 2126
Location: En route to Menestheus
If someone had told me a few stellar cycles ago that I was destined to burn billions of intergalactic poultry through a series of star clusters, I would have laughed them out of the nearest Heroware dealership. And here I am, grease-stained and feather-smudged and absurdly, ridiculously rich.
It all started back in my home system, deep in the Menestheus Sector. I did contract after contract, clearing infestation after infestation. Over a hundred missions in Menestheus alone- dodge the eggs, blast the rooster commanders, avoid the falling roasted drumsticks. Basic math: fry more cluckers, get bigger payout. By the time I’d cleaned out the last cluster in my home sector, my bank account was fat enough to make a Space Burger exec weep.
The first thing I did with my fortune? So I went over to Heroware and got me a shiny new M400 Caterer. Sure, she may look like a flying kitchen appliance to an outsider, but she flies like a dream, has firepower to spare and has enough cargo space to store a lifetime supply of keys and power-ups.
My new ride all prepped, I went far far away from home. I plotted coordinates for the Melanthus Sector, with a simple aim: total sector domination. Complete all objectives of the mission.
Melanthus was not a walk in the park. The swarms were denser, the bosses bigger and the egg drops were constant. But the Caterer had a treat in store. System by system, sector by sector I cleared the skies until Melanthus was a perfect 100% Cleared.
Spoils of war? A mountain of Keys, enough to keep me funded, upgraded and fuelled for years to come.
Now my engine tanks are topped off, my weapons are fully calibrated, and I am finally headed back to where it all began: Menestheus. I left home as an amateur mercenary looking to make some quick cash. I’m coming home as a hardened, key-rich ace.
Menestheus still has something to do, but not much longer. The Caterer has been powered up, my lasers are ready and I won’t stop until Menestheus reaches 100% completion as well.
Time to clean the house. Galactic peace out here is one drumstick at a time.
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Note from Jim: I won’t be able to reply anyone if I was asked for any questions. Any replies as comments is appreciated.