Hitting the outfitting yards scouring for parts the ASP explorer weighs in at a cool fifteen million of parts. On a whim the frames up on the rack being retro fit for mining in a moment of breaking out. The boards from Lembava to Masses are filled with demand; over fifty thousand credits for a ton of Palladium, or a hundred thousand for a few tons of osmium. The hyper inflation running rampant on the stations undermines the market, obliterated in these pockets of need.
After several refits and long pauses the decided loadout fits snugly into the available ports. Hums of engines fire once more as the ship is ready for launch. The docking pad grinds up to the centre of the workshop ready to go just as the galaxy wide crash comes across the comms. Systems shutdown, pilots drop out, everything goes haywire. Early cabin fever and angst rings out, unheard deep within the void.
