Pilfered goods

[TonyRistar]

1800 Standard Sirius Time, New London

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Terminal open. Welcome, Mr. Ristar

So it starts. After a year in the omicrons making myself filthy rich, I've decided to come back to Sirius. Its time for an upgrade. I need a base of operations. Some place I can operate from that can store my 'captains yacht'.
There is a reason why I like Bretonia. The elegance, the racing history....the seldom produced high security royal cruise liners. Beautiful ships...docking bays, heavy armor, decent defenses. Best of all, she's going to be mine. I'll christen her the Dusty Samaritan, in honor of myself of course.

Security is high. They don't even let the idle bystander in a system shuttle get a peek at her. I've pulled some strings and paid some credits, and infiltrated into what I'd like to refer to as the cleaning brigade.

Well, you're just a pad, I'll spill; I'm a glorified janitor. Access to everything, act dumb, scrub the deck until it polishes for the carpet to go down. Luckily for them, I've made a list of things that must occur before I make off with this ship.

• Slowly pay off crew members for loyalty, or replace their positions with automatons.
  
• Memorize the ships maintenance tubes
  
• Begin insertion of programming into the computer core
  
• Create accident to insure additional armor mounted (WIP)
  
• Gain access to Captains quarters, personal room and the bridge
  
• Stage theft so that the liner is deemed 'lost'
  

Ok, its a work in progress, but I'll get it done. So far I've got engineering under my wing and I can harness the turrets into autofire mode, so the need for gunners is not there currently. Lastly...the maintenance tubes. Luckily I found a nice gimmick. A spinal access crawl way that runs the length of the ship, stem to stern. Has access points to the bridge, engineering, medical bay, even the crew quarters.

As for losing her, there is an asteroid field nearby...has a junker outpost in it, trafalgar. Steer the liner into the field, get 'shot at' by the junkers (Here's hoping they miss mostly) and then disappear into a jumphole located nearby. Send out an emergency signal declaring the ship as lost due to gravitational anomaly...and make my way up to Delta.

If everyone follows the plan, well, I'll be very pleased. If not, I can still pull this off. I think.

If I do, the pay off is high. A royal cruise liner...massive cargo bay, hall ways full of grandeur, a casino...the list goes on. A proverbial luxury yacht...without the awful gunmetal.

From here, dear pad, you and I will conduct a business operation the likes of which Sirius has only dreamed of.

All thanks to that one little toy I acquired....lets hope no pesky zoners have bothered the Outrider while she's on Freeport eleven.

Parsing information. Complete. Storing. Encrypting.
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Powering down

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