Gater’s personal log 3015.6.17.1415LST:
Nothing is every easy. They want my ship but won't pay me beans for the nice appointments. I'll have to sell them myself before I sell the ship to them. I hope this is all worth it.
Gater’s personal log 3015.6.19.1300LST:
OK the sale is complete, now it's my turn. Let's see what was the ship companies name ...
Steve made his way to the Value Ship Dealer. After he examined the ship's paperwork, and made sure it had been regularly maintained and flown, he inspected it. It certainly was old. Nothing seemed to fit just right anymore. Cabinet doors either didn't close or had to be forced shut. The false ceilings and walls were loose in many places. And it had a small cabin and cargo deck. He knew from the specks that it was small, but seeing it in person ... But there was room for him to live in it. In fact in a pinch using the cargo bay he could transport a couple of passengers if they weren't pcky about privasy and slept in their seats.
The engine design and layout was ancient, but they looked otherwise in good shape. There were no structural problems that he could see and the licensing inspectors would have caught any safety related flaws anyway. The avionics started and ran just fine. They had been updated recently, which meant he didn't have to go through any time consuming training on it.
Gater’s personal log 3015.6.20.1100LST:
Well I now own the nightmare of all traders, an old, slow, unarmed, small cargo scow! This had really better be worth it! On the plus side I now have enough credits to kick back for a long time, ... NOT. Tomorrow I buy trade goods fit for a remote outpost, might as well make money both directions. Then we fly.
Posted by strailon Wednesday, December 19, 2012 @ 00:00:00 UTC