Cargo Pickup

:Routine Pickup:

That's right, you think to yourself, we're picking up some new cargo.

Things had been tight since you reached the Ero System. Thirteen planets drifting around a star, half of them had proper cities on them and everything. And somehow the Nova's Edge couldn't find respectable work anywhere. Thankfully the Captain didn't really care much about respectability.

As the decacycle came to a end the Nova's Edge pulled along side an unregistered spaceport. For all intents and purposes, the spaceborne black-market did not exist, which was why the place always had the best jobs. No need to pay trade taxes on something that doesn't exist.

You watch from the safety of the airlock as a swarm of drones place crate after crate of who-knows-what in your cargo bay. It's good to have work, but as you look out at the "hazardous substance" warning labels on the crates your cargo bay has just received you can't help but wish you could have worked with one of the regulated shipping companies instead.

As the drones finish loading up your ship and the cargo bays re-pressurized you can finally go to your workstation. A flashing yellow light catches your eye, and much to your dismay you see that one of the crates might have been improperly secured in your bay. You know that it's usually just a false alarm, you only need to do a quick visual inspection. But looking back at the "hazardous substance" labels you consider just taking a risk and overriding the code.