Omicron Supply Industries Company Network (iRP)(FO)

[kidd_meier]

Origin: Gas Miner Naha, Sigma-13 system
Subject: Black Sails contract deliveries
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Proud to say the Long Con has'n lost her touch being all but mothballed for four months. Did some Sails runs today - food and H-fuel. Got to be escorted by Mr. Jessie Kace in OSI-Red-9. Fine fella, the lad, did great, got my n**s off the fire couple of times, and saved my bacon just in front of Crete, as he says, except it was a bit more hot than he makes it sound. When those idiot rookies started shooting at me, Crete docking ring refused to let me in. Got to scrap it on the double and clear the situation on long range comms. No permanent damage though... Great work, Jessie - beer's on me for the month.

Comodities delivered:
Food rations /issue Gran Canaria/ - 20 000 units
H-fuel /Issue Gas Miner Naha/ - 10 000 units

Pickup and dropoff guncam shots /hmm..I have no guns, but I havea guncam..strange/
Food rations: Planet Gran Canaria to Planet Crete
P1 D1
P2 D2
P3 D3
P4 D4

H-fuel
P1 D1 D1a
P2 D2

The first H-fuel delivery has proofshots from inside the Tripoly docking bay only. Mr. Kace had to leave me before the end of the run. The idiot rookies tried to strip me of me cargo again, so I had to hurry up the docking procedure. Can't say the dock watch was happy with me, nope... The cargo got to the desrination safely though.

That be all for the moment. The ship handles fine, the head almost as good, no more headaches.
Zeb Vale is ready to do some man's job of work, he is, even if he says so himself.


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