Today is the first time I've flown since my promotion and I decided to take my sparkly new Broadsword Bomber for a spin in California with Sanguinetti and Paco. There was a steady flow of gold miners on the trade lane between Mojave and New York and we collected 3575 units of Gold Ore in total. I also discovered that nothing makes you realise what a strange place Sirius is like getting shot by an Orbital Spa & Cruise pilot, in a Slave Liner, carrying Gold Ore.
We did have one problem while out and about, which came to us in the form of a Navy lapdog called Max Starlight, probably a poster-boy or something judging from his name. The man refused to cooperate with us and as such I got some practice with my new toy. Not much though, it only took me two shots to annihilate the underling with what I presume was a very luckily placed blast of antimatter.