Two Interceptors were chasing me from the station. I had to cloak, jump, use wormholes and detours to get rid of them which lengthened my unpleasant journey. One hole spit me out deep in gallentean space, 28 jumps away from home. The worst part beside a dead friend the yet unsuccessful quest for the mysterious gallentean pilot and my lost chest was that I had promised 50 medium gamma frequency crystals to be delivered later that day to a customer and that we still lacked half of the megacyte when I left for the meeting. Khimeth was stilled locked down so she couldn't take over.
Not that we don't know where to get Arkonor for some Megacyte. If the damn wormholes do not collapse too early its no big operation for smaller deliveries. But for this order the countdown was already ticking. We yesterday had lost 13000 units when the wormhole collapsed before I could pick up the ore with our Bestower. So its back to business, no matter what had happened in the last hours. I couldn't contact the general by myself anyway - one way messages only - and I would chop my left foot of if he didn't know all details by now already.
Beside my own business getting MIIII up and running I was asked to write a script for another holoreal. The deal looks promising enough to check it out so I will have tons of work and it will create tons of unwanted delays to all the operations our little corporation was about to face. But whining doesnt help - thats a fact.
(Recovered blog-entry from 2009)
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