Finally, a job offer. It's been awhile since I've found any real work. I've been getting some med supplies for Blackburne but I haven't made any money on it. Luckily I have a buddy who had a surplus of them and he owed me a favor or three.
I am enroute to a meet on Whitehall to discuss transporting farming equipment between a couple of the local moons. It's not an extremely high paying job but it will keep me flying and at least it is a legite job.
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I'm enroute back to Blackburne after the meet that never happened. No one showed. I waited at our designated coords for over an hour. Had a spooky feeling the whole time I was on that planet too. I'm probably just paranoid though, at least that's what I keep telling myself.Looks like I'll miss most of the partying tonight at Firefly's. I wonder if there have been anymore Reaver attacks?
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