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Toaster · 10-01-2011, 08:14 PM,

Entry #1

1st October, 819

Sub-Entry #1

Smuggling Run; Planet Malta --> Planet Manhattan

We picked up a full load of cardimine on Malta. They're always happy to see us take that crap someplace profitable.
The flight to Liberty was exceptionally calm. Not a single Bounty Hunter, Colonial, or law enforcer to be seen.
We stopped at Barrier Gate in Coronado for a quick refuel.
California seemed to be empty. The only person we met was a Rogue, Marauder. Seemed to be a nice fellow.
New York wasn't really different. Except for Manhattan orbit. There were two Navy fighters and a gunboat, but we were able to moor before they noticed us.
So, now my account is fatter by ten million credits. Very good.

Sub-Entry #2

Hanging around over Manhattan

After unloading the cardimine we unmoored as quickly as possible. Didn't want any custom officers nosing around.
In orbit we met two Navy pilots, a gunboat, a Zoner, and a freelancer.
One of the Navy pilots blabbered something about the Folly being an illegal ship. Something about slavery. Of course I didn't know what he was talking about, so he let us go.
I then headed down to my quarters to have some fun with Angelica. Mister Kinley took over on the bridge, and from what he told me, he had a little talk with the people out there. The freelancer seemed to be provoked by the Zoner, which I thought was kind of ridiculous.
We ended up getting a call from Rochester; a load of superconductors was waiting for a trip down to Aland Shipyard in Omega-3.

Sub-Entry #3

Superconductors; Rochester --> Aland Shipyard

So, we loaded the superconductors onto the Folly and got on our way.
The trip through Liberty was as calm as before. At the Magellan gate in California we met another Junker Pilgrim. We were both heading for the Leeds system, so we chatted a little bit. In Leeds we split up; the other flew on to the planet while we set course for the Cambridge jumhole.
In Cambridge our long-range scanners picked up a Corsair transponder. Not wanting to risk getting caught on the long run to the Omega-3 gate, I decided to use the near-by jumphole. A good decision - the 'sair showed up on our scanners just as we reached the hole and jumped.
The rest of the trip was nothing special. A calm flight past Freeport One. Aland wasn't too happy to see us delivering the cargo, but they payed us nonetheless. Seven million. A decent price.