Wilkes Orbital
20 Mar 2016GI Joey
Commander's Log, 19 Mar 3302:Wilkes Orbital is boned. Royally.
I mean, think about it for a second. We're supposed to believe that a massive and mutated strain of plague has broken out on this station where literally nothing ever happens (except for occasionally sponsoring pug orgies, but let's not get into that), and the only cure is
CMDR GI Joey, thy name is idiot.
I've actually found a pretty good little trade route. I'm just running back and forth from Nespeleve to Heike, but with a pit stop at Xihe in the middle. Nothing like filling your cargo hold with "biomorphic companions" (lotta bio, not a lotta morphic) for half the trip each way. AND getting paid for it. Although whatever way they figure out how to customize the creatures for each individual, I cannot in good faith endorse the fangs on the fuckers I have in the cargo hold right now.
Vicious.
But, worth it in the end.
Besides, I found a clean-as-a-whistle way to get rid of the corpse in my state room!
Anyway... Go home, CMDR's log. You're drunk.