Ridley Scott, Zaonce, 23-Feb-3200

Back in Zaonce, and my reputation goes before me. Someone nearly did for me in combat; my hull damage had reached 45% by the time I limped into Ridley Scott. One or two of the old soaks in the bar looked a little too pleased when I came in smelling of smoke, asking for a Bourbon and a repairman. It may be a nicer place than Lave and Leesti, but I think the people leave a lot to be desired.

Another ¢1800 goes on repairs while I look for a buyer for the meat I've brought. Second time running, I find that there's some sap willing to pay well over the odds for my goods. So I let them. The princely sum of ¢7036.0 makes its way from their account to mine, which more than covers my investment in equipment: a laser cooling booster, scanner and radar mapper.

At market, I pick up some more fuel, five tons of battle weapons (¢537.5/t) and some more slaves (7t @ ¢841.6/t). I'm ready to go back to Lave, and hope against hope I can find Edwards. If I don't, I won't be able to afford any customs fines I get hit with, and that's me in the slammer.