Ridley Scott, Zaonce, 12-May-3200

I knew it was too good to be true: the pirates are back on my case again. Still, nothing more or less than the usual ragtag assortment of chimps in Vipers (short work but hard to hit) and apes in Imperial Couriers (easy to hit but take a long time). Why some of these people bother, I shall never know. The goons in the Imperial Couriers in particular have a tendency to fire missiles which the splat right against one of the nacelles of the ship. And they never fly with style, so hitting them is child's play. Basically, it turns into a game of filling a bucket using a shot glass. You know you're going to win, but it's going to take a long time.

Upon arrival at Ridley Scott, I wire the market with instructions regarding the sale of 39 tons of robots, re-fuelling my ship and buying 41 tons of slaves. The price for the robots works out at ¢887.1 per ton, which is fair to middling, I suppose; the slaves come in at ¢843.0 per ton. Almost a straight swap, really.