After spending my younger days shooting through hatchets and enjoying the smell of burnt flesh I have to say the smell of fresh leather crew chairs has won my heart, maple finishes on the floor with a couple of vintage wool carpets right under the working desk where I spend most of my days, a massive set of thrusters on my behind to get away from problems if needed. Running data is about the quality of storage you can offer, servers must be protected through every potential source of access, from the power supply to the ports where it mirrors through, this is a job that sometimes makes me feel like I am one of those little fishes under the belly of a whale, cleaning and eating all the little scalps and residues from its skin so it remains healthy and working properly, luckily the whale remains safe on a disclosed location while I explore the vast sea. I am delighted to spend my days like this though. Origin made my day by delivering my new temporary HQ in space until well... I wish I could talk about the future of the company but everything's uncertain innit?... with enough cargo for a few months in space and enough food for 1 year for a 10-man crew, I'm good to explore and hunt my contracts comfortably around the known systems I will have to stop by and find me some organic goods once in a while though, I can't live off from that packed food permanently. Thanks the gods for those hydroponic space farms. This is the only way I can feed my need to be out there, in the deep dark, imagine one day you are in deep space in the middle of nowhere and at the end of the next day you are on a tropical biome, enjoying the UV rays, warm weather and a cold drink...maybe something smokeable, not that you can find too much wooden pipes or glass even, this is a lifestyle I won't change. [I will try to continue adding to the story as I get to live experiences in the verse, PM if you wish to join up and join a multi-crew experience and fly, escort, or roleplay with me :)]