While listened to Tobias, Quiron nodded with a symtatethic expression in his face. "I understand absolutely this situation. We, the Phoenix, have a decent amount of transports and pilots yet we struggle to upkeep our installations. This place is just far from everything." he said.
He poured some water into a glass, drank and continued. "To my mind, most of the people who hang around to these parts of the sector usually flee from the society for a certain reason, whatever it is. You cannot pay enough to make them return into that mess. But those who are willingly coming for business purposes are rare as hen's teeth. The distance, the frequency of alien attacks, the closeness of the Corsair homeworld, it doesn't really worth to ship into the deep Omicrons due to these factors."
After having another sip of the glass, he finished his train of thoughts. "While I'm not a part of our trade department, we maybe can help you out somehow. As the extension of Livadia Palace is still an ongoing project, Phoenix transports frequently venture to the bordering worlds of the Houses. I'm sure we can pick up some goods for Eleven as well." Quiron said with conviction.