Sliding between asteroids in the dim light of a distant star feels soothing. A ton of gold, three tons of painite, enough bertrandite to built a ship out of it alongside ten tons of palladium made for a nice hold of trinkets to appease the allied stations in the area. Every station in demand for raw materials extends to the bulletin board. A hundred thousand per ton; palladium is a nice revenue for more astute miners out there.
A wing of aisling guardians drop into view. Local security deserved their kills, the occasional switch to weapons in the asp explorer a rare requirement mining in the high security fields. A quick interlude with a cobra on the way out was easily handled. The first confirmed kill since those Hudson goons. The local security dropping a quick thanks in the local net.
19 palladium, 11 platinum, 28 osmium later an invitation to Jotun flags up on the display. Soon there's long smokey talks over trade potential and profit as the crazed demand empties the hold in a desperate rush,
After Caletia's crazy platinum needs were sated for a few hours from the load there was a quick fix of missions passing in a haze. Managed to sneak a list of Sirius conglomerates in Jotun dossier to mingle with out in the sticks, never heard of Takurua but heading out there tomorrow, with a hold full of rare goods to sell.
