09-19-2012, 05:40 AM
*Jacques takes out his newly bought pocked PC*
*Log in: Jacques Lorraine
password: ***************
*Opens the first page and starts typing in*
September 19th
After grabbing the trade from Epernon, I was headed back to Bretonia. That's a long way from Orleannais to New London, but the profit exceeds the time. After passing Ile-de-France I've taken the last lane to Burgundy, then got to Dauphine Jump Gate unnoticed. After the ship was on the first trade lane ring, the sensors detected a police patrol on the lane, seems those scum are monitoring all the movement in system. Well, I was sure he was looking for me because of my cargo. But I played a trick on him, after I was passing lanes of Dauphine and heading to Languedoc, that cop was eating my dust next to Burgundy Jump Gate. All the today's trip, excluding the patrol encounter was safe and went like planned. When my ship passed Gallic borders [X] and Edinburgh, I headed to a jump hole in Leeds [X], which was leading to a scrap field in New London. My destination was nearby, and as it seemed, not a single Bretonian patrol saw me passing the lane from Southampton to Waterloo. The trade was delivered and I got paid, as always [X].
*Closes the program*
*Log in: Jacques Lorraine
password: ***************
*Opens the first page and starts typing in*
September 19th
After grabbing the trade from Epernon, I was headed back to Bretonia. That's a long way from Orleannais to New London, but the profit exceeds the time. After passing Ile-de-France I've taken the last lane to Burgundy, then got to Dauphine Jump Gate unnoticed. After the ship was on the first trade lane ring, the sensors detected a police patrol on the lane, seems those scum are monitoring all the movement in system. Well, I was sure he was looking for me because of my cargo. But I played a trick on him, after I was passing lanes of Dauphine and heading to Languedoc, that cop was eating my dust next to Burgundy Jump Gate. All the today's trip, excluding the patrol encounter was safe and went like planned. When my ship passed Gallic borders [X] and Edinburgh, I headed to a jump hole in Leeds [X], which was leading to a scrap field in New London. My destination was nearby, and as it seemed, not a single Bretonian patrol saw me passing the lane from Southampton to Waterloo. The trade was delivered and I got paid, as always [X].
*Closes the program*