▲ IDENTIFICATION ►Jock Stewart - BMC|Iron-Brew ▲ TYPE OF DELIVERY ►Mining Operation ▲ POINT OF SALE ►Fortitudine, New London System, United Kingdom of Bretonia ▲ COMMODITYS SOLD ►Gold Ore : 10000 ▲ NOTES ►Mining Operation was a tough one. My sister continues to persist she wants to work and not just "lay about" the Luxury Liner Shetland although she is having the time of her life she tells me and I'm glad that she is. I'm pretty sure she is working this hard on her training just to spend time with me and to be honest I'm glad she is I'm really enjoying the company and we have so much to catch up on. At the end of each shift we race back off to the Shetland to meet up with the whole Clan. Oh yeah the mining operation, Phina is doing good but needs to work on her flight skills shes still rusty, with other procedures shes doing good. Lady Biscuit provided cover for the operation and stayed close to Seraphina the whole time, which I'm grateful for. After they picked up the final run I ordered them to dock up with Forti and wait for me.
Return trip was a right pain in the ARSE. I had a Coalition pilot demand a word with me ID : SCRA|Alexei.Abdulov. again near the Dublin Jump Hole to New London (I swear its cursed) We had a nice wee Tête-à-tête where I was asked basically why am I a slave to the Queen? I explained I hadn't ever met the Queen and I work for a living and I went on to explain I love Bretonia faults and all. The pilot went on their merry way, all in all it could of gone a lot worse. Out in the lawless fields of Dublin you have to be very careful how you handle things. You need to hold your ground but not be a total wanker at the same time.
Finally I can get back and be off to Orbital Spa & Cruise Shetland liner and get a drink! No need apparently because
now I've gone through the cursed hole and I was met with a very serious and determined DTR Corsair Pirate ID : DTR-CCS>Nave.Fantasma. The region between the Dublin Jump Hole and the old Dublin Jump Gate has become a total conflict zone.
It was pure chaos from that moment on. Although this Corsair clearly had no fear of death I was getting that gold processed and pushed forwards to Forti. This guy didn't give a dam about the station heavily firing on him and was in fact offering out drinks. I work in the field every day and Corsairs are a people that have a code. When your getting pirated in the field you watch your tongue and bring home the Gold for the nation and your people if you can, that is your priority and objective you need to check your ego the second you get in your ship. The nation needs these materials, If a Pirate says you want some rum you say sure and delay incoming fire from happening as long as you can. You need to be strong out in that field or your dead. Armed forces and BMF turned up. The BMF guy flat out thought the Corsair was drunk. For me it was hard to tell with the millions of laser beams shooting everywhere. After I docked and secured the cargo I headed to the Tea & Pee Bar for a much needed drink. I am sat here at the bar now and man this is the longest note I have ever wrote! One more Gin and then I'm catching a Ride in Welsh's ship again to Shetland thank god.
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