Given hearts and minds are on the agenda, thought I may as well take the Weasel out to get some supplies for the local populace.
Unfortunately I was still floating around Inverness, so headed out to Coronado and Cortez after that as soon as I saw the report. Was going swimmingly until I was spotted on scanners by some pesky Freelancer by the name "ARGADIS", flew probably 20k up outa the plane to have a little gander at me, then pissed off once they got within 5k. Strange really, not a word was said. I had the old Weasel's armaments powered up and ready to go. Probably for the best that they turned tail, certainly wouldn't have gone well for them.
Rest of the cruise up to Halifax went without incident, not a dicky bird around. Loaded up on 3600 food rations for the poor sods on Erie, they're nearing the end of their shelf life, got them cheap, but food is food from the way I see it. Better than that synth paste crap. I'll be heading back up to Halifax next chance I get, they seem to have an abundance of these rations. Just don't pickup the leaking packets, they'll stink out ya hold like nobody's business. Don't ask.
Return journey was even less eventful, didn't see a soul apart from some Daumann captain who sailed past without a word, most likely out of their scanner range, I was pretty far up at the time. Managed to transit Leeds and Magellan with no issues, but Vespucci was an experience, for more emotional reasons than that of gunfire. What we once were. Ya know. Tough seeing it like that, in ruins. But that's the reason we still fight, for our very existence. Yeah, anyway, I'm going off the trail here.
Made it to Pinnacle with the goods, had a few snacks on the way, but you can't blame me, right? Right?! Docking crew were a bit heavy handed with a few cases, nothing that can't be salvaged of course, it'll still feed the needy.
Like I said, I'll be heading back for more when I can. Then out to scrounge what I can to tick off the rest of the list.