Captain's Log: 3306-03-22
22 Mar 2020Pon Pon
Another sewage run. These damn land bases seem to produce nothing but. And being the fool I am, I'm willing to fly 100 000ls just to squeeze out a few more credits from this pile of biowaste.I'm on my way to Dalton Gateway right now, moving at 400c in deep space. As usual, there really isn't much to see... I just hope they have tea there. Not to drink it, but because the researchers whose shit I'm hauling want some.
Minor course corrections aside, I should be dropping out of supercruise soon, so that's all for this entry.
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Well, I've made it to the station. Buzzed the bloody planet, LHS 3447 A5 on the way in. Remind me to not do that again. While I'm on topic, I should mention I swapped the fuel scoop in my Type-6, the Bewegung, for an advanced landing autopilot. Let's hope I keep the fuel topped up, or the Fuel Rats will get another happy customer.
And on the topic of tea: I highly doubt they'll have enough here to fill my hold, but a man can dream, eh?
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Shit, I guess buzzing a neutron star wasn't the best idea. There were some nasty scorch marks on the hull, and... Well, taking a sniff from in atmo wasn't the most pleasant thing.
Oh, and as it turns out, Dalton Gateway is an agricultural station. I guess that's why they're purchasing biowaste. Well, at 600 credits per unit the profit isn't the best, but I never cared much for profit margins anyway... I'm starting to sound like a Hutton Trucker, aren't I...
Anyways, I'm headed back to Ellison Laboratory on Feldyr 1D. It's a bit of a flight, but nothing close to what it takes to get to Dalton... Or, god forbid, Musabayev or Hutton...
CMDR Jeb signing off.