Quite an eventful week. After trading in that exhausting freighter for a new Scimitar, I decided to get straight to business. It wasn't long before some Bounty Hunters nitwits they would catch an easy payday. I dispatched them with such ease boredom set in, so I decided to play a game - I wanted to see how many feckless cro magnons I could cram into my hold. With some help from the incompetent Liberty Navy and those inbred Xenos, I found that the answer was 39. I could've put more in, but the banging on the bulkheads was nauseating. I think they wanted water, so I told them to drink their urine.
I went looking for some more suitable prey soon after. As I was about to set up an ambush in Colorado, I noticed a blip on my scanner. At first I couldn't believe it, a Mastodon between the lanes in cruise. There's only one reason why a ship that large isn't on the lanes. Intercepting it was a breeze and I had the DSE contracted ship carrying small arms immobilised. Certainly our reputation precedes us, as before I was even able to scan the ship properly, a sum of 3,000,000 credits was transferred. I must say, I was flummoxed at how easy it was that I neglected to finish my scans.
Oh and that trivial matter of hacking my transponder was completed. For some reason the Junkers seem to adore me. Must be the part about making the Xenos drink their own urine.