La Soeur du Dan Ham, Riedquat, 15-Mar-3200

For all my trepidation, I was right. This place is dangerous — well, at least, furious. I think the rate of attrition in the civil war must have killed off any decent pilots they had, but still they keep coming. I lost count of how many ships attacked me, although the on-board computer suggests that the number must be something like about twenty. Compare that with a "usual" run of three or four and you'll see why I think this place is nuts. Too many ships and too few people with any idea how to use the things.

So I arrive at La Soeur du Dan Ham more annoyed than scared. Annoyed at the idiots who think they can fight just because they've played in a simulator, annoyed at the idiots who think that war is a game where they can send young pilots to their deaths like that, annoyed at the idiots who sit in the space station and drone on about how awful it is. The only idiots at whom I'm not annoyed are the idiots who'll pay sky-high prices for the weapons needed for the war, and that's only because I'm the one being paid.

Like this bird on the BBS, paying ¢1369.8 for hand weapons. Well, I could hardly say "no", could I, but who knows what they'll be used for?

Market sales
5t battle weapons @ ¢723.9 = ¢3619.5 (¢753.5 profit)
31t robots @ ¢1042.0 = ¢32302.0 (¢14830.4 profit)

Market purchases
18t slaves @ ¢905.9 = ¢16306.2
6t narcotics @ ¢466.9 = ¢2801.4

Better head back to Lave before some nutcase tries to blow this place up.