CMDR Richard Braintree — Log 3303-10-29 – LHS 2094
29 Oct 2017Braintree
Halloween. It's an old-fashioned tradition, but in these uncertain times, perhaps it's all right to cling to the trappings of our culture. It's not often that I'm this close to Sol. Not like I was born there or anything, but I've always felt like we've got some special connection to old Earth. Hundreds of years since we took to the stars, and we still call them "Earthlike worlds" if they've got water and breathable air. The number of which I've scanned myself just goes to show how wrong we were to think of "our planet" as unique, when it's anything but.
The Hallowed Chapter of 2094 are throwing a big Halloween party, and for some reason, they're paying outrageous prices for clothes of all sorts. Apparently this is something people dress up for. So I've kitted out my Dolphin with a couple extra cargo racks, and I've made the trip from Brestla. I could have gone with extra cargo had I just brought my Type-6, but the Dolphin's comfy. I'm not sure the clothes need as many windows as a passenger might, but I also seem to be drawing less attention from unscrupulous types than I otherwise might.
So I'll spend a couple of days running clothes back and forth for this party, rack up the credits, and wait for the big payout once the job is done. They put the call out across the galaxy, but we'll just have to see how many people are willing to make the trip for just a couple of million credits. Way I see it, I've already made enough to risk losing my Dolphin just by showing up. If I make a bit more along the way, well heck, maybe I can get that Conda I've been dreaming about.