A smuggler's diary.

[Ninefour]

October 2nd

*Jacques feels very dizzy after a long sleep, cannot even remember when he switched out*

Oh dear, I've just woke up after a loooong nap which took like, erm, 3 days if the calendar isn't showing bullcrap... Merde, seems like I'm still somewhere in Bretonian space. I need to quickly find my hyperspace scanner switch so I could see my coordinates, so dark here. Hmm, *turns on the light in the cabin* seems the ship is not damaged, fuel - normal, shields - good enough to take the way back to Gallia... Hmm, seems I am still in Edinburgh, with a load of gold. Why would I take it? Was it a contract or something? Damn I can't remember a thing! *checks the main computer* 'Data deleted, error', tries once more: 'Data deleted, error' darn Gallic piece of... Oh, it's written 'Made in Kusari' Ohh guys, I see what you did there *smiles* I shall never trust those Gallic repairmen who use import stuff from Samura. Okay, time to get back home and deliver that gold. It is so strange that my ship got, as it seems, an electromagnetic impulse. Ion storm maybe? Also, I can't remember why I went to Bretonia, maybe I hit my head to the control panel... Also not a single contract data chip can be activated. Anyway, good thing is that I didn't hit an asteroid field... *activates cruise engines* Gallia, here I come!

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retired