graf of grafmanitou

This has been an eventful several days. 27 light years from Coratha I finally ran into some old codger at a ramshackle outpost who was willing to take the trade data. We shared some stories, and after some liquid persuasion he mentioned an art smuggler who owed him big that hadn’t been seen in weeks. Got the impression this guy kept house spinward, not too far from the outpost, away from Fed space. I stocked up, refueled and, making sure the sensor suites were baseline, I took a two day journey through seven systems I figured might hold some sign of this art smuggler.

I was into the fifth system before I found the wreck. Nine pieces of some inexplicable artwork floating amidst fibrecarbon and shattered hull. No sign of a body. By this time I had accumulated data on seven stars, twenty two planets and a half dozen asteroid belts. I figured it was time to head back to the outpost, which I did. On the way I ran into a Python that pulled me out of supercruise, but he didn’t have my speed and I didn’t stick around to have a chat.

Back at the outpost the codger forked over 26,000 creds for the pretentious crap I picked up, not without some badgering from me, mind you. That and another 17,000 for the cartographic data made me a nice little cushion. I’ve decided I will hang about here: the folks are friendly enough and not too anal about paperwork or where stuff comes from. The place is right at the edge of settled space. Upspin from here is all unmapped and with my rig I can probably make a go of it. In fact, as I record this I’m floating above a metal rich rock orbiting a supernova at 300ls, which is pretty damn close! Quite a sight that star filling the horizon. I’m hitting the napcabin now, but when I wake it’ll be deeper into the dark.