Disaster in Space/Amy: Shipyard
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You fire up your engines and steer your ship towards the monumental Federal Drive Yards, a huge orbiting shipyard as big as most moons. Here the biggest ships in the Navy are built and launched, ready for battle. As a result, the station requires enormous supplies of metal, gas, fuel, computer chips, and weaponry. This is good news for smugglers like you, because with all the ''authorized'' traffic going in and out, it's easy to miss a ship or two that wasn't ''supposed'' to be there. | You fire up your engines and steer your ship towards the monumental Federal Drive Yards, a huge orbiting shipyard as big as most moons. Here the biggest ships in the Navy are built and launched, ready for battle. As a result, the station requires enormous supplies of metal, gas, fuel, computer chips, and weaponry. This is good news for smugglers like you, because with all the ''authorized'' traffic going in and out, it's easy to miss a ship or two that wasn't ''supposed'' to be there. | ||
| - | You aren't transporting anything to help build ships, of course; instead, you're bringing aid and comfort to the workers. Because this is technically a military installation, the workers aren't allowed any kind of drugs - not even alcohol or cigarettes. Fortunately for them (and you!), they also get paid very well. When stressed-out construction workers are getting fat paychecks with nothing to spend it on, a little "independent trade" is bound to happen. In your hold is a literal ton of things that would make a vice cop blush | + | You aren't transporting anything to help build ships, of course; instead, you're bringing aid and comfort to the workers. Because this is technically a military installation, the workers aren't allowed any kind of drugs - not even alcohol or cigarettes. Fortunately for them (and you!), they also get paid very well. When stressed-out construction workers are getting fat paychecks with nothing to spend it on, a little "independent trade" is bound to happen. In your hold is a literal ton of things that would make a vice cop blush: Tobacco, narcotics, erotic magazines and holovids, and, of course, liquor. In a few minutes you'll be a hero to hundreds of red-blooded working men, and a rich one too! |
First things first, though - you still haven't made the delivery. You decide to: | First things first, though - you still haven't made the delivery. You decide to: | ||
Current revision as of 03:47, 24 April 2015
You fire up your engines and steer your ship towards the monumental Federal Drive Yards, a huge orbiting shipyard as big as most moons. Here the biggest ships in the Navy are built and launched, ready for battle. As a result, the station requires enormous supplies of metal, gas, fuel, computer chips, and weaponry. This is good news for smugglers like you, because with all the authorized traffic going in and out, it's easy to miss a ship or two that wasn't supposed to be there.
You aren't transporting anything to help build ships, of course; instead, you're bringing aid and comfort to the workers. Because this is technically a military installation, the workers aren't allowed any kind of drugs - not even alcohol or cigarettes. Fortunately for them (and you!), they also get paid very well. When stressed-out construction workers are getting fat paychecks with nothing to spend it on, a little "independent trade" is bound to happen. In your hold is a literal ton of things that would make a vice cop blush: Tobacco, narcotics, erotic magazines and holovids, and, of course, liquor. In a few minutes you'll be a hero to hundreds of red-blooded working men, and a rich one too!
First things first, though - you still haven't made the delivery. You decide to:
