Post by threz on Jul 28, 2019 18:21:46 GMT -7
High above the planet Altov a massive cargo ship detached from the nearby space station. Nearby tugs were already heading in to docking bays or off to the next ship, having loaded the external frames of the corporate mega-carrier with crate after crate of raw materials and mass produced goods, all bound for distant planets and star systems.
Inside the station, Daniel Tayner watched as the ship slowly turned and headed away, carrying off goods he'd hoped to be shipping himself... and the very last of his crew. He was a tall thin brown haired man with his hands thrust into the pockets of his worn blackish jacket, but stress and worry bent him low. "Well at least I won't have to buy as much food for the road," he muttered, trying to stay positive.
He pulled out his mobile as he walked to the bar and scanned the station's manifest and prices. It didn't look any different than it had moments after the Corvalex trade master had bought half the goods on the station. All that was left was trash no one wanted. Bio-waste, scrapped electronics, used clothing, low value ore that was basically dirt... the same crap that still occupied a least a small section of his ship's otherwise empty cargo hold. He couldn't sell it here, and there was little point to buy more. There were a few places he knew that bought that stuff, but the markup was so small it wouldn't be worth the fuel to haul it there. He was stuck. Really stuck. A dead end.
Half-heartedly he sent crew requests to the station network. Nothing fancy, just a notice of available spots with really no description. Then he began scanning the net for ideas on how to make money while he was stranded here. Arriving at the bar he got a drink that tasted poorly enough to last him a while and found a seat, then continued looking and brooding. He could last here probably two months if he sold everything in his hold and didn't buy more than he needed to get by from day to day. No wait. It cost money to have his ship docked here. Ok more like a week and a half. Then he'd have to sell the old freighter and get something smaller.