Entry No. 1523 - The Haul of a Lifetime
18 Aug 2024Jimi daHell
Commander’s Log - Date: 3308-09-15It started as a routine mining expedition in the Void's Heart Nebula, far out in the black where only the most daring Commanders venture. I had heard whispers in the darkest corners of the galaxy about a rich hotspot, teeming with precious opals and diamonds, waiting to be plucked from the icy rings of a gas giant in the Musca Dark Region. It was a long shot, but something told me it was worth the risk.
When I arrived, the scanners lit up like a Federation Christmas tree. The hotspot was real, and it was unlike anything I had ever seen. Deep core veins of Void Opals and Low Temperature Diamonds were scattered throughout the asteroid field, waiting for the right Commander to claim them. I deployed the prospector limpets, and each one returned with readings that sent a shiver down my spine—this was the mother lode.
I fired up the Seismic Charge Launcher, carefully placing the charges on the most promising asteroids. The explosions echoed through the vacuum, revealing sparkling cores of the most valuable minerals in the galaxy. My Imperial Cutter, with its cavernous cargo hold, was quickly filling up with ton after ton of precious stones. I was on the verge of securing a fortune that could fund a small fleet of ships.
But as the hold neared capacity, my scanners picked up an ominous blip on the radar—Pirates. They must have been monitoring the system, waiting for a miner to hit the jackpot. And I had just become their prime target.
The first wave hit hard, a swarm of smaller ships trying to strip away my shields. I engaged my Cutter’s powerful thrusters, trying to keep distance between them and my precious cargo. The shields held, but just barely. I had to think fast—fight or flee. With a full cargo hold and the promise of a payout that could retire a Commander, there was no way I was letting this haul slip away.
I set a course for the nearest starport with a black market known for handling such valuable goods. The pirates were relentless, dogging me every light year, sending taunting messages over comms. But my Cutter was built for resilience and speed, and I knew how to handle her. We weaved through asteroid belts and dodged interdictions, each one a near miss, my heart pounding in my chest.
Finally, the starport loomed on the horizon. With my shields flickering and my hull showing signs of wear, I initiated docking procedures. The pirates were still on my tail, but as I entered the no-fire zone, they peeled off, knowing they couldn’t touch me now.
I touched down with a hold full of Void Opals and Low Temperature Diamonds. The station’s black market broker couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the haul I was bringing in. We negotiated hard, but in the end, the price I secured was beyond even my wildest dreams. This single run would go down in my personal history as the most lucrative—and dangerous—mining operation I’d ever undertaken.
As I sit here now, watching the credit balance soar, I can’t help but wonder—what’s next? The galaxy is vast, and the treasures it holds are endless. But this, this was the haul of a lifetime.
Log entry end