Australis...

[Edge]

Yanagi, Sigma 13.


I, John Shark was looking outside, watching some collectors incoming with metallic scraps. Nothing interesting, my life was a total routine. And then, I made the decision to change this.

With the first occasion I took a transport towards Manhattan, the place everybody goes to get rich. I worked as a maintenance technician for several months, until I was able to purchase a ship... to go back in space again, where I felt I belonged. But, my blood is still Junker. I couldn`t let it pass. I have contacted a friend of mine who was living in Liberty for years... And I asked for a loan. I decided to make a work out of it.

My friend summoned me on California Minor, where he handed me a Credit Card. And an additional bonus, what goods the Junkers need... or what their business partners expect in return. I thanked him for the invaluable help he offered, and ran towards the ship dealer.

I still remember his words: "Have you ever had a trading vessel like the Mammoth, boy?"

I answered that I don`t know what that means, and he was kind to explain, that the Navy or the Police might arrest me if I won`t have an ID which will allow me to trade, under the letter of the law. That was new. I hurried to close the deal; and I took the ship back to Manhattan.

I`ve met a fellow Junker there... who gave me directions towards a base of ours in New York... and once there, I went under the Junker`s IFF, I got a Junker ID, with the obligation to pay them 50.000 Sirius Credits, per month.

Here I was... A trader.



Journal entry #1443 - status complete.