The gravimetric anomaly collapsed as usual; Cruz arrived to his destination. The panoramic view was a predictable one: Green clouds surround the area, odd-shape looking asteroids all around and multiple signs of microscopic organisms in the middle of them. For the Houses citizens, this would have been a complete odyssey to traverse, but for an Outcast was just an ordinary day like many others, in the misty fog where another problem needs to be solved. Alberto followed the standard procedures to the letter, checking for further unusual contacts; as the system provides a good cover for anyone brave enough to make a sudden and unpleasant appearance. Sensors picked nothing particular and Cruz exhaled calmly, knowing that his paranoid attitude was in vain, in this case. As a mostly controlled Outcast system, he knew that eventually would receive some friendly contacts, but for now he was alone. After some minutes, several Maltese fighters and transports came and went, probably carrying valuables for the varied Dons; which conduct secretive business all along this route, from the usual Cardamine network to some of the most bizarre and opulent requests made by the several families. Cruz watched them with indifference, as it is better for him to maintain certain ignorance about such matters; staying out of additional gratuitous problems to himself and to the organization.
Alberto Cruz felt cozy on the mysterious visual spectacle of the system, almost too much as he was getting asleep; a sensation of tranquility and solitude in the dense vacuum filled his thoughts. Cruz set the ship on a stand-by position, taking the necessary precautions to evade the collision of the nearest rocks and facing the jump hole where the other Hyperspace members would surely arrive soon.
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