All things Las Palmas

[Doria]

- May, 822 A.S.

Las Palmas Spaceport - OSI Hangar #1
David Starr, Director of Public Relations for OSI

David carefully landed the OSI-Neutron.Starr into the snubs hangar. It was good that OSI had its own hangars in the spaceport, it saved time by not needing to wait for Las Palmas ground control to assign a parking spot for the ship, what could take several minutes sometimes. Las Palmas Spaceport was a busy harbor, with trade ships all over Sirius coming and going 24/7. His small Dromedary class freighter would be just one more trading ship, but the OSI transponder code facilitated things a lot.

He walked out of the OSI FBO in the direction of the Trade'n'Drunk, located just outside the spaceport, across the avenue. The imminent board meeting was in his thoughts. The last few weeks have been a little hard, and now the cabbage had hit the fan with Kelly's sudden retirement. What timing! Well, nothing could be done now, so Starr was trying to pick up the pieces. This meeting was the first step.

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Trade'n'Drunk - VIP Lounge


Starr sat down at a table near the back wall. He didn't like to sit with his back to the entrance of places. 'Freeport Syndrome' is the joke. Not far from the truth. He picked up his datapad and started going through several OSI reports. The waiter arrived with his whiskey. The accountability reports were huge and boring, so David decided to skip to the security reports, more to his area of expertise. Nohing new, just the usual idiotic pirate or moronic bunter.

That made him remember of his first year at OSI, when he was just an escort pilot. Once he was flying one of the old retired Osprey VHFs, escorting Kelly's whale through Bretonia, when they got stopped by a 'sair gunboat. While Starr razored the guys shields down, Kelly ran in his whale, spamming CMs behind him. The fella was so pissed that he pursued them via the tradelanes for 3 systems, being shot at by everything in the way, before giving up the chase.

The memory made Starr laugh, while he continued to read the reports.

Those were fun times. Escaping the ocasional pirate was much more simple than the endless paperwork of now. He continued reading the reports, while he waited for the other members of the board to arrive.