Novelistic Brief Summary: On my last delivery, the Agiera contractor I flew with had mentioned that Robotics were cheap in Omega-3, specifically at Aland Shipyard. Now, I don't care much for the Independent Miners Guild, but since Boron sold well at Scarborough Shipyard, I figured another shipyard might pay about the same. So, with my ship full, I left Pittsburgh. In desperate need of good coffee, I pull into Fort Bush and grabbed a large steaming cup of caffeine riddled goodness. Hydrated, I set my radio and started on my journey.
The trek was quick and quiet. I don't know what's up with the economy now-a-days, seems like very little cargo is being moved anymore. Pulling into Aland, I noticed a bit of a squabble taking place. My guess on the price was right, almost. They were buying for one credit less. I tried to negotiate for the final five thousand credits but they wouldn't budge. My former traveling companion was right, however, Robotics were cheap here and that they sold for a lot in Shikoku. I can't figure out why the IMG would be selling Robotics? Are the IMG replacing they're living miners with robots? Wow, they must be greedier than I thought.
Leaving the Omegas, I took the long way around Cambridge and stopped at the planet. Stepping into the bar, I was handed a pamphlet for the upcoming Marble Tournament of Sirius, which was going to happen in two days time, I overheard some of the patrons talking about it as well, they seemed to be concerned that they wouldn't do well, and then get nothing for their efforts. Never a marble player myself, I had no intention to enter. And so, I left both Cambridges behind, the planet, and the system.
The journey through Bretonia was once again devoid of much traffic. I remember growing up here, and ships were always moving, never a lull like this.
When I came into California from Cortez, I accidentally took the wrong trade lane and found myself looking at the Ontario Jump Gate, No worries, I thought to myself as I entered the vortex within the gate. For I knew something that would put me back on course. Not far from DSE Headquarters on Toronto, sitting in the ice field there's an anomaly. This particular tear in the fabric of reality is a gateway between Ontario and Colorado. I recommend keeping knowledge of this in your minds, as it is extremely useful for cutting some time off a journey from Bretonia to Kusari. Just don't let Ageira on Pueblo see you do it, I think they're jealous that the universe beat them to the punch.
Quick jaunt up to Shikoku and I stopped in on Deshima. I had to be careful there, the Bounty Hunters Guild have never particularly liked Junkers, So I was constantly looking over my shoulder, expecting to see a dagger sticking out of it. The bartender confirmed the information I had heard, Planet Junyo was buying up loads of Robotics. So, I took the trade lane, and before I could exit my ship they were busily preparing to unload my cargo.
I asked the guy in charge what they had on hand that I could take with me. He simply smiled and indicated that I follow him. He lifted up a crate to reveal thousands and thousands of shiny white pearls. Apparently it's a by-product of what they do on Junyo, so they need people to take them away. Must be nice having junk that's priceless. Some days I can't even give my junk away.
I've found there are moments when your brain shuts down almost as if taking a holiday as reward for being brilliant. Such a thing happened just then. The problem was time. Did I have time to get this back down to Cambridge? Well, I can't tell you how many Liberty Moving Violations I may or may not have broken in the last 24 hours, but I can say that I did make it back to Cambridge in time for the Marble Tournament, also I managed to convince the Tournament staff that this was a delivery for them, credits on delivery. Yes, sometimes I tell a lie, but I manage it by telling myself that the needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few. Lots and lots of pathetic marble players will now go home with pearls in their pockets thanks to my efforts, I think that's worth a little money in my pocket, at the very least.
