A smuggler's diary.

[Ninefour]

September 20th

Recently I signed a business contract with interspace. A load of 50000 units of cryocubes in exchange for gold ore and docking rights on Malahide, sounds right, doesn't it. Well, I could make even better profit if I'd deal with local junkers but if there's an official contract with a rich company like Interspace then there are more chances to get paid, you can't trust junkers, life has tought me that. Well anyway, after returning to Gallia after transporting a load of hypno-tainment bands I docked to a Planet Mayenne in Maine under control by GMS. I managed to get a full hold of cryocubes from a local dealer so I was good to go. Everything went as planned, not a single Royal police unit noticed me passing Gallia and it's borders until I reached Edinburgue, Edin... Whatever... So in that system I got caught by a Royal navy patrol so I had to use my main weapon, the cloak. Shortly after I tricked the patrol, I was heading towards the New London Jump Hole in Leeds. The further route going through an asteroid field was safe and clear of the police so I reached Malahide unnoticed.

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retired