Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Avalise Rendana (Chief of Operations) in Main Sim - Chapter 1

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (GM) in Main Sim - Chapter 1

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Avalise Rendana (Chief of Operations) in Main Sim - Chapter 1
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“It’s cold,” thought the trader. “I hate the cold.”

Buran Mord had been a mineral trader in, what he affectionately referred to as, the armpit of the Federation for twenty years. Armpit isn’t exactly what he called it, but it was better to use that term in polite company. Not that he was in polite company very often.

Like the fur trappers of old, Mord ventured to and from small asteroids and planets with isolated mining camps and traded supplies for the ore, which was then brought back to starbases, sold and new goods purchased. Normally he went to 152, or 117, or anywhere but near the Romulan boarder. He preferred Klingons, if he was being honest. Less sneaky.

He had heard rumors though, of a couple of rocks in the void, that inky darkness uncontrolled by anyone. Sure there were some camps there, and they had a lot of ore, but they also had a lot of gambling dens. It was worth the risk, he thought at the time. Didn’t quite pay off like he had hoped.

And so Mord, low on fuel had to make a choice: freeze in that no man’s land, or go to a base he wasn’t familiar with. It was bad enough he had to strike a deal with the pirates to have enough fuel to get to the point he could make a choice. This is what led him to pointing his little merchant vessel towards Starbase Magellan instead of further away, to the territory he knew.

“Its cold, in the void,” he continued his inner monologue as he grew closer to the station. “But I have debts to pay.” Grumbling he pushed the comm button on his consol. =/\= SS Fairwind to Starbase Magellan. Requesting permission to dock.=/\= He grumbled again as the comm flicked off and he waited.

“I hate the cold.”

GM Wombat

OOC: WOO HOO. Linds, take it away!

Monitoring the flow of traffic and the workorders on the docket, Avalise checked the docking port situation. =/\=SS Fairwind, you are cleared for docking on the Outer Ring, Pylon Three-C. Please have all necessary documentation ready for post-docking clearance. =/\=

Lt. (j.g) Rendana, COO

“What is this documentation?” Mord said as he began to clear off the consol looking for whatever paperwork he thought might get him into port. He grabbed one thing, the menu from “Soj QaQ Daq” and throws it aside, “I doubt customs wants to order take out from the Klingon Empire.” He pauses then frowns, putting it in the save pile, “The dumplings though…”

=/\= Fairwind to Magellan docking control, what are you looking for documentation-wise? =/\= He finds his manafest though, and his identification and prayed that was enough, a little bargaining and he could deliver his cargo and be on his way.

GM Wombat

=/\=Your manifest and ship operator’s ID will suffice,=/\= Avalise replied.

OOC: I’m on LOA until the 10th. Use Avalise as needed and assume she’s passed along info as required to keep things moving along.

Lt. (j.g) Rendana, COO

OOC: Right Oh!

Wombat

Things carried on as usual and Rendana made a note in the log about the ship docking and carried on with her monitoring of the systems. She was mindful of what Mia said about keeping regular diagnostics on the computer systems and sensors.

Lt. (j.g) Rendana, COO

When Mord’s ship docked there was a brief power surge. Nothing too unusual but notable.

GM Wombat