She moved on, a picture of serenity...the blue clouds of Sigma 13 seemed to add to it. Quicksilver looked out from his bunk as the clouds sped by.
He turned back to his journal, looking over the last few days
10.19.06
Did the run again, it's profitable, if not slightly monotenous...I think I'm going to go down and chat with the passengers.
10.19.06
This...is amazing. I think I could actually do something with this. It seems a local branch of Spa and Cruise is downsizing, and had to decommision a luxury liner. It seems like one of our passengers was the navigator of this ship, and was going to New Berlin to see if he could find a job in the military. I got in contact with a representative, and it seems like they'd be willing to sell. Talking to the union rep, it seems like as long as I could continue paying wages, the union would have no problem with staffing the ship. Now I just need to find some dealers and other staff members, and I think I might be able to pull this off.
10.25.06
She's ready.....the Gilded Dragon is ready. Had a few overhauls done, got the crew set up. I'm about to put her through her paces...should be ready soon...I'm just, amazed that this all came together.
10.26.06
The announcement's out....I can still do my route to New Berlin, but as for the rest, I guess it's up to chance. Hopefully I'll get a few pilots interested too.
Wait...is that a message already...oh wow...guess I gotta go.
He smiled, then looked out as space and time pulled around him as the ship entered into the jump hole. He stood up, slowly dressing, finally putting his mask securely in place. With a sigh, he pushed open his door and stepped into the elevator. His customers...his guests...were waiting