Tweaker Ted's Terrible Times

[Stoner_Steve]

Location: Niverton Base, Pennsylvania
Status: Moored

/Start Log 822.7.10/

Cargo: Loading

I have landing rights to Niverton. Prices are exceptionally lower than Allentown, but the Rogues are far more picky about what arms I bring them.

/End Log/

[Stoner_Steve]

Location: Alcatraz Depot, California
Status: Moored

/Start Log 822.7.16/

Cargo: Loading

For all the hype those guys on Niverton said about this place, it’s a tad underwhelming. Sure the bar’s fine, and there’s plenty of nefarious activity going on, but I was absolutely shocked to find not one single slave, or slave dealer. What is wrong with these people!?

Anyways I’ve sent a message to the base owner; hopefully I can convince them to start carrying.

/End Log/

[Stoner_Steve]

Location: Caussade Depot, Roussillon
Status: Moored

/Start Log 822.7.19/

Cargo: Black Market Munitions

Things have gotten a little toasty on the main routes, so I decided to branch out a little bit. While I was on Alcatraz I heard that the main bulk of Black Market Munitions were traveling towards a system called Roussillon. There was a man at the bar that spoke at great length of the misdeeds that had been heaped upon him by the Gallic Navy. I pretended to care long enough for him to let me in on his job, route, and cargo…it’s a shame he died so suddenly, luckily ol’ Ted was already inspecting the cargo. I had the crew unload it before anyone even knew it didn’t belong to me.

I’m not a fan of the new crew member I picked up on Alcatraz either; Stan needs to learn not to ask so many questions. Something unfortunate might happen.

/End Log/

[Stoner_Steve]

Location: Cold Lake Nebula, Alberta
Status: Underway

/Start Log 822.7.27/

Cargo: Bio-Neural Processors

Found an unusual job posting while we were unloading black market munitions on Fort McMurray in Alberta. An independent Outcast on Malta wants Bio-Neural Processors to study. Given that it’s just a short run away from my present position I think I’ll take the job, easy way to avoid Liberty Proper for now.

/End Log/

[Stoner_Steve]

Location: Arranmore Base, Dublin
Status: Loading Cargo

/Start Log 822.8.08/

Cargo: Gold

The Cross has handed out their orders. While the Roach Coach is undergoing modifications I’ve moved most of my operation to a Serenity under the name of Wacky Tabacky for the time being. Apparently things would have gone faster but my idiotic helmsman and second officer of the watch can’t follow orders.

I’ve had them both permanently removed from the gene pool.

/End Log/

[Stoner_Steve]

Location: Aachenfeld, New Berlin
Status: Underway

/Start Log 822.10.16/

Cargo: Cardimine

My god, has it really been two months since I’ve been on the bridge… no matter, the Roach Coach is fresh from refit from the Crimson Cross. The crew is another matter entirely; most of them appear to be undergoing cardimine withdrawal due to our extended stay on the surface of Malta, hopefully they survive the trip to Kreuzberg.

/End Log/

[Stoner_Steve]

Location: Norddrauwolke Nebula, Kolen
Status: Underway

/Start Log 822.10.26/

Cargo: Cardimine

It’s amazing how fast inner house trade changes. While many of my original routes are still profitable, more lucrative routes have been brought to my attention. It’s a good thing the engine array was upgraded, most of these routes stretch for several days, some even as long as a week. Luckily I haven’t had any complaints from the chief engineer so at least he is happy.

/End Log/

[Stoner_Steve]

Location: Hiryu Cloud, Sigma 19
Status: Underway

/Start Log 822.11.14/

Cargo: Cardimine

Being a Freelancer isn’t always easy; people question your motives your loyalty, your sanity. I’ve contacted some Congressman to arrange a transfer of a load of cardmine, under sold it a bit but managed to get a load of scrap at a cheap enough as well.

/End Log/

Location: Grid F-5, Hudson
Status: Transferring Cargo

/Start Log 822.11.14/

Cargo: Cardimine

I’ve met with the Junker for the sale of the Cardimine. I happened upon Captain Antares of the Argo again as well. We hurridly completed the transfer and I entered Liberty Space with a clear cargohold. While transecting Texas for the New York Jump Gate I was stopped by an agent of the LSF. It was a hurried scan though, as if I wasn’t worth the time if I didn’t have any cargo. I linked up with Captain Antares again outside of Rochester, we bantered a bit before returning back towards Texas. He escorted me as far as the Bering Jump Hole before turning back. I’m rather in favor of this method of Cardimine delivery; it keeps me clear in the eyes of the law.

/End Log/

Location: New Berlin, New Berlin System
Status: Low Orbit

/Start Log 822.11.14/

Cargo: Scrap Metal

While in New York I heard banter of a strange demand for Cigars in Malta, I’ve decided to take the risk of not bringing slaves up and instead bring a load of the finest cigars. Let’s see how this works out.

/End Log/

[Stoner_Steve]

Location: Docking Bay 1, The Roach Coach
Status: Launching

/Start Log 822.11.15/

Cargo: None

The Ultimate Disciple is the newest addition to the Roach Coach operations. By bartering with some connections I have, in addition to a rather large loan, I swung the purchase of the freighter. Outfitted with the latest in stealth technology and countermeasures it gives me far more flexibility for smuggling operations than the Roach does. Not that the ol’ girl is going anywhere. The Disciple will be used for certain delicate operations that the Roach doesn’t quite have the profile for. Otherwise the Disciple will be docked and brought along our usual smuggling runs. Today I’m taking her out by myself for a run into Liberty to purchase luxury items for the crew, while I’m away the shipwrights at Invergordon Space Port are going to give the Roach a once over, it has been awhile since she’s gotten a tune up.

/End Log/

[Stoner_Steve]

Location: Bering System
Status: Underway

/Start Log 822.11.21/

Cargo: Synthetic Marijuana

Good thing I bought this vessel before allowing the Roach Coach to go in for retrofit. The shipwrites at Invergordon have upped the delivery timetable; apparently they attempted to run an engine shakedown and blew up the main manifold. To keep myself busy while waiting out the repair I’ve taken on a light contract for the {AFC} moving Synth Weed from Sigma 17 to Ames Research Station. The President hinted that after I prove my worth to him I would be let in on larger contracts, something the Roach Coach will benefit from.

/End Log/