Well, the blockade running skills still work, although I hadn't expected to use them today.
After lurking near the Texas to Puerto Rico worm hole for several hours, I got a pair of fellows that were willing to take the time to talk to me. After some discussion, I was told to head in and make my way to the shipyard. Having always had an actual working relationship with Junkers in the past, we went in fat, dumb and happy. Batts and bots barely got us out of weapons range of the guardian station, and for a while, it seemed like everything wanted to invite us to be dinner. I don't know whether the fellow completely misjudged the situation, or if I ran into some murderous such and so that figured on feeding us in to the meat grinder.
We stayed out of trouble by stooging around away from all of the bases, and my orders not to shoot back were followed, even if grudgingly. in any case, the only thing that got close were a couple of missiles, and we just outran them in Cruise.
I sure as get out don't want it as part of our history that I shot down their fighters when it would seem we are in the wrong. This is an example of that old legal cliché, "Ignorance of the law is no excuse".
Luck is a fickle mistress, and She smiled on us after a while. Another Junker came around. I immediately put the ship to All Stop and asked for help. It was that, or try to take the jump hole out with one quarter of the batteries we had coming in. In any case, this fellow, and, yes, the log is intentionally vague about both sets of people since I had just as soon not risk someone IDing either of them, got the station commander for the guardian station to stop trying to pop us if we got close.
As a result, I am now being a very placid, good boy, and hoping that someone of some seniority will happen by so that I can talk to them.
