It took us a few more days before a rather familiar station was in sight.
On another note… I was quite nervous about carrying that box on our ship that I was constantly on edge throughout the first part of the flight.
The others obviously noticed and Amber had to point out that I was already carrying drugs before this and I wasn't as nervous as I was about it.
She then assured me that in the outer colonies, no one really gives a crap about what you're carrying. That was why our ship has barely even been subjected to a search throughout our journey so far. Only places with tighter security or with military presence might do that.
I realised the truth behind her words since we really haven't been subjected to any searches for contraband much…
I then asked about the existence of black markets since they would be rather pointless if the trade wasn't regulated by such searches.
Captain's Log:
Err... What really happened there? Was I interrupting something? I was, wasn't I? Is this really ok?
Amber's Log:
Hmm... I guess I could just dump this box here... Yeah, this looks like a good spot. Someone would definitely find this after all since all this dead gang members I just offed should attract attention~
Lea's Log:
So this is why Amber told us she needed some help to drop the box...
Ries's Log:
Weee~ Free parts!!