Today I had the pleasure of piloting the Rica Cosecha on a little adventure to the Dublin system of Bretonia. Word has it the gold miners have been getting fat and lazy and we felt it time to remind them of who to pay homage to.
We entered the system unmolested by the drunken shits of Arranmore and made our way to the north mining fields where we happened upon a large, but empty Samura transport and an industrious little Bretonian mining speck. It was simple, we told the gold harvester we needed a full hold and he immediately invited us to tractor in all we wanted, no doubt he saw the bristling cannon and thick armour of el Cosecha. Word of the might of the Empire must have come to these lowly denizens for my job to be so easy.
We took our fill and took off immediately so as not to wait around for the inevitable patrols to pay us a visit. It was smooth sailing from there as we took our plunder to buyers in Kusari and reaped our fortunes.