Employee Name: Tyria Regalia
Ship name/class: [*USI*]Springfield[E] / Stork
Commodity: Boron
Amount Shipped: 5000
Shipping date: Cargo confirmed "securely loaded" by the Pittsburgh Dealer.
Bank account for bonus: Please just forward any bonuses to this vessel's account.
Not-So-Brief Summary: After my last run, I stayed the night on Pittsburgh. When I awoke, I'd received an updated manifest. What luck, I thought, I'm already here. The commodity dealer hadn't opened up shop by the time I came knocking, so I had to wait a few minutes. Found a shop that sells coffee a few doors down.
DO NOT GO THERE!
I think my coffee may have actually been oil mixed with mud. I finished it, much to my regrets. By the time I had, my ship was nearly done being loaded. While I waited for the last of it to get loaded, I got on the neural net and put out some feelers with some contacts I have, looking for a good place to unload my ship.
Cargo strapped down for a jaunt in zero-g, I made my way off Pittsburgh and down the trade lanes through Liberty. This early in the morning, the lanes were pretty quiet. No officers, no pirates, nobody. After passing beyond the borders of Liberty into the Cortez system, I found another early riser. We got to talking, and he asked if he could join me on my run. Not one to shy away from some good conversation, I didn't decline. Once in Bretonia, I got a call over the neural net from I guy I know, he works maintenance for Borderworld Exports, said they could use a new shipment of Boron to assist with repairs to a pair of Shire's they have in dry dock. Royal Navy raids have been scaring off most of their suppliers.
Once by Gateshead a pair of Navy fighters did a fly by and took some pot shots at me. Luxury Liner Shetland's gunners took them out, but one of the liners shots took down my shield, and damaged my rear stabilizer. I didn't want to stop just yet, so I continued down the lane to Scarborough Shipyard. My buddy was so appreciative of the shipment, he got a few guys to fix up my ship in a jiffy, that's a technical term they assure me. Back in space, I decided to stop on the Shetland to give their gunners a piece of my mind.
They took my comments in stride, and reminded me that they were trying to save me. I couldn't stay angry for long so my travel companion and I explored the ship. Stopped at a small place and had some tea and crumpets. My god, they were good. So much in fact, that I put in a large order for them, I knew just the place to sell them. Those tourists on Curacao would pay handsomely for these. Full hold once more, my two ship caravan was underway. Back through Bretonia, again the trip was quiet.
My instincts were right, once I got one of the OSC reps to try the crumpets, he agreed that there would be a high demand for them here. We offloaded the baked goods and bought accommodations for the night. Woke the next day to a terrible storm that had moved in on the platform we were staying on. There were a lot of frightened people, even though the people of Orbital Spa and Cruise assured them these storms are normal and that their structures are in no danger. Once again, seeing profit, I told a bunch of them that I'd be willing to take them into Liberty. My ship is really not built for passengers, but they didn't care. They packed themselves and their belongings into my cargo pods and we took to space. Planet Manhattan, those stuck up snobs, didn't want anything to do with the people I was carrying, so I continued to Pittsburgh. I felt bad leaving them here, but I told myself they'd quickly find a way off planet, especially once they tried the coffee.
