Personal Narrative Essay: Wicked Pass
“We’re going to mine off the navigation path?” I snapped. “Wicked Pass is the closest feeder system to the Wildlands. We don’t want to mix with those types of people, they live lawlessly.”
“Where is your adventure?” Fisher laughed. “We’re going to make a killing on this belt. If any trouble comes…we will warp and jump back out.”
My father started his mining career wildcatting this way, but he had never taken me mining in a lower security system before. However, I’d actually been in Wicked Pass before. When I received my pilot license I had soloed in Wicked Pass with a fast frigate for the thrill. It was a bit of a tradition in Gamut, a coming of age thing you bragged about in the pilot’s bar. That had been two years ago. There had been no reason
“Where is your adventure?” Fisher laughed. “We’re going to make a killing on this belt. If any trouble comes…we will warp and jump back out.”
My father started his mining career wildcatting this way, but he had never taken me mining in a lower security system before. However, I’d actually been in Wicked Pass before. When I received my pilot license I had soloed in Wicked Pass with a fast frigate for the thrill. It was a bit of a tradition in Gamut, a coming of age thing you bragged about in the pilot’s bar. That had been two years ago. There had been no reason