Particularly tight lipped crew turned up a few tons and left a big hole in the hold, but the rare runs paid off again in the reputation gain covering more than it's tonnage in actual gold! It seemed A broker of less reputable standing was needed to help overcome some trade impasses in the way of illicit misunderstandings between Howard City in Nagnatae and themselves. A miss appropriation as "narcotics" had ceased a very lucrative arrangement of medicines.
CR 900,000... 26LY
The system was two jumps at most... fingers thumbed galaxy maps and a few curt words later the debt on the advanced discovery scanner is a distant memory, or at least it will when the cargo lands.
Jump...Jump...
Suns bounce by with the fog horn of the scanner announcing each jump with a drawn out beat. Targets pop up with little time to stop and scan each item, a few scoops of fuel let a couple dance over the view, twenty, thirty thousand credits should cover the fuel, and a room.
Pilot's license can pervert the mind, cloud up the memory before hopping the stars!
