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Almost time to get the Anaconda.

My new ship, Your Wife has proven to be quite the little money maker. All I have to do is find someone that wants to put a big load in her, let a few other people fill the last nooks and crannies and jump her to completion. As the Asp is only going between Sothis and Ceos, it’s not much hassle for the return one receives. Upgrading from the Cobra to the Asp was wise; I should listen to the other commanders’ at Newholm more often. I’m not in my circles anymore, and these people know better than I out here.

I didn’t quite make as much as I wanted yesterday, but then I was just getting used to the new options available to me with the larger ship. I did however find time to socialise. My attitude towards expediently bettering my situation, coupled with my gifted charm has not gone unnoticed by the numerous Lesion Officers and Executives aboard the eight stations I frequent. I’m getting on practically friendly terms with the Federation representatives. Thoroughly nice chaps one and all, but all of them are indeed chaps. Does the Federation not believe in promoting women beyond a particular level I wonder?

Anyway, I have been gifted another few ranks, I’m a Petty Officer now, and I’ve been given free passage to the Sol system. I’ve been before of course, but that was as a guest of some duke or other. Now I can visit our ancestral home system whenever the fancy takes me. Speaking of taking a trip, a fair few Commanders upon hearing of my goals have recommended I visit Hutton Orbital to circumvent the Krait MkII. Apparently, the station owners gift a free Anaconda to any Pilots Federation member upon their first visit. I think I’ll do one more days work here to earn my Krait anyway and then head to Hutton Orbital to pick up the Anaconda. That will knock a good few days off the time scale I have set myself to get the task completed.

I’ll use the free time to take a weekend off and get the Krait (once I’ve earned enough to buy it) equipped for more than work. Last night I was endlessly hounded by disreputable type’s intent on ending my life. I have three gun-bound scum on my very long list that need teaching a lesson. A weekend of exploiting my new friends offered hospitalities and a then a little hot laser vengeance will put me in just the mood for a relaxing flight to Hutton Orbital.

This little act of generosity could finely make it easy being Creamy.
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