The creation of CTR

[Fuski]

"The day we get those pirates out of our system is the day we can run clean." Says a nearby freelancer, who just docked with planet Erie with a load of consumer goods.

"Yes, but if you can talk nicely and make enough money, you won't have to worry about it." Says Matt, pilot of a gull, docking for the sake of needing a drink. "What I need is a group of people willing to run clean and keep the peace. I know a brother-in-law looking for a job. Maybe I can start something up."

"You need a navigation's expert?" says the freelancer. "Name's Mike. I know a run that's clean. Worth it for those who don't mind long runs. No mining involved. And the Neon here at Erie is cheaper than anywhere in Sirius. And there's nowhere in Sirius that needs neon more than those foreigners in Kusari worlds. They have more lights than Manhattan!"

"You know, that might be a good thing. We'll need a bigger ship... and we're only civilian freelancers. What would you expect to do?" questions Matt with hesitation in his voice.

"Civilian Trade Runners!" Enthusiastically claimed out by Mike, "WE will get a bigger ship, I know a place... Would be perfect. Deeps Space Engineering has a decent one. Lots of pretty cannon mounts, pleasing to the eye, and you can light 'dat bad boy like a poorly done Christmas tree. We can run clean runs from here to Kusari. Just gotta find something back to here."

"Rice." interrupting, the bartender overhearing the conversation "Kyushu rice. It's good. Pricey. But best rice in the whole system."

Matt pauses for a minute, then replies in a firm, but giddy tone. "I'll call up the brother-in-law. Ol' Nick will be happy to join in on the money. You talk to DSE and see if we can get a ship from them." Matt starts to walk away pulling up a comm from his Nav-Watch. "Nick my man! you'll be excited to---" out of earshot, you know he was talking to Nick.

"I'll get right on it!" Mike pronounced in sarcasm as he waves at Matt knowing he'd not be seen. "We didn't talk about how to get the ship though..." He continues under his breath. Mike finds himself heading to his gull, departing to space, and heads over to DSE shipyard baltimore and attempts to make communication...