US| Internal Neural Net

[Stewgar]

Report #: 3

Name: Hank Rover
Ship name: [*USI*]Tulsa[E]
Participating Vessel(s): N/A

Report: Emlenton Supply Run

Plasmonic Metamaterials X5,000
Reinforced Alloys X75,000
Industrial Hardware X5,000

I done did my first run allllll the way out to Dublin for some Plasmonic Metamaterials. Now say that 10 times fast with a beer in the belly and a beer in the hand! Aint saying I have a beer in my belly, but just saying it would be some fun. And I aint saying I ever done that before neither just...

...Anywho! I ran into this feller, USV-Champion, In Neeeew London. Nice feller, spoke about USI. He said he aint got the time to commit but thats okay, maybe we's can work something out where we pay him to help supply our POBs.

After all that, I finally got my plasma metamorphs and traveled back to Liberty. And wouldn't you believe it, I done took the wrong turn! I'm going to Emlenton but I kept on going straight to Houston. Hoooowdeeeedoooodeeee! I best shake this hangover harder than 1 year old tube of Vaseline!

I sawed we need Reinforced Alloys to Emlenton, so on the way I done picked up a cargo of Industrial Hardwares from Trenton. Along the way I runned into LNS-Ghost. We both went through the jump gate together and he was shooting them Rogues. But then he started to shoot me! I had more holes in me than a bad movie directed by a Bretonian and produced by a Rheinlander! His cannons are looser than a girl who...

*static*

Then I started to run my cargo of Reinforced Alloys from Philly Station to Emlenton. Woooooowie that was more boring than watching a sloth race up a tree! If any time was good for a drink... well, legally I have to say it was not then or never since drinking and flying don't mix!

(Server down-time due to hotfix) I wanted to run more but some guy in a dirty maintenance onesie, whatever thems called, came up to me and said my ship ain't fit to fly'n. Boy if the engines work and I can breath she is alright! But I guess I done failed some preflight checks so they gotta patch 'er up. Probably from that battleship that shot me up. Whooo weeee! Time for a drink. But legally speaking, non-alcoholic!

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