The Lone Dome; meetings on the final frontier.

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"Unfortunately, it was not by my hands. I can barely bend down these days." Parkes laughed, but he felt the warmth from the compliment.

"We're doing okay out here on the frontier. People are still buying from us. The Corsairs and the Core still need supplies for their soldiers and both have a pretty direct link here." Parkes started describing the situation before sighing.

"The problem is, we're not getting that many people selling to us. We are a primary producer so we can meet the basic needs for survival, but anything past that is hard to get out here. Xenobiotic filters for instance, or alloys to upkeep the station, any electronics for recreation or computers, they're all hard to come by. People think the Zoner Alliance are unstable, and I can't blame them. Even I don't know what's going on." Parkes rubbed his temples, before drinking a cup of water on the table to clear his throat.

"I have the ears here, but I don't have eyes, so all my information is twisted by whoever is talking at the time." He shared quite a lot with Lacroix, and he looked for a way for Freeport 11 to thrive. It was hard situation he was describing to Lacroix, with difficult supply lines and neighbours that weren't so neighbourly.

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It's not a conspiracy, it's localised bias. They're not intelligent enough to form a conspiracy.