Omega Five. Hasn't changed in all the years I've flown through here.
The good news. Ship remained stable after them workers finished on it. How, I have no idea. Spose it took 'em all long enough that they might have actually done enough. Lesson learned in future, chance the trip to somewhere timely and reliable. Took them ten extra days for the final touches. Ten days! Eh, I should stop complaining about it and move on. She flies. That’s all I need.
Now the not-so-good news. The private line echo that bounced its way over from Crowley: Two months ago. By now he probably would be long gone and gave up on me arriving. Though I s’pose he did turn up on barrier gate after a month or so…
The flight over was quite uneventful. Nothing more than the occasional passing freighter hauling some needed resource to a remote hole. No authorities, no pirates, just the odd civilian. Gotta admit, there’s nothing more relieving than cruising without distractions. Even got to find out my coffee machine still works! At least they didn’t need to fix that.
The co-ordinates are oddly specific, I’ll have a poke around tomorrow around them, now that I’m here. See if I can’t figure out what these pebbles are. And if Crowley will even be there when I decode his little riddle..
