Two hundred and fifty light years whizz by as the fog horn blasts ring a cacophony of pips through the galaxy. Hyades sector AQ-X, GR-V, C2-16, SHUI WEI Sector NS-S to RH+S. Page after page of precious data; star classes, planet makeups, ring purity, gravity wells. Scattering the hops around Sirius space with a watchful eye kept on every resource extraction site, and less than legitimate outpost with runs to hire that hit the readouts. Several potential bounty hunting spots rank up the charts, in easily exploited space.
The end of the night brings little cash comparatively but for the first time since the pilots license was issued there's little need. Word has it some serious profit to be made outside the bubble hauling narc into the cities; enough to buy an asp over night. A task better suited to the cobra it may be time to take a leap out to the sticks, running that two fifty in a straight line! See whats hiding out there in the unknown space beyond this little space opera that is powerplay.
