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My name is GeneralCrust...CMDR GeneralCrust. A lonely traveler careening through this Gulf of Stars, searching for fortune and glory with the Void.
On August 23rd, 3302, I begain my new life out here in a system called Eravate, stuck in the middle of what is know to my collegues in the Pilots federation as "Starter Space" among .
Now, little more than three weeks later, I find myself in a system called Bhutas, 149 Light-years away, just outside the major political boarders. I've done well for myself out, working for the local Feds, running data and cargo - and giving the local criminal element a reason to pause.
I've made a humble fortune here, and I think I'm even starting to like this system...it's starting to feel like home.
My new home was built on the backs of miners, those patient souls who ply their trade in the rings of gas giants, whittling away millennia old rock for..
If Bhutas is to thrive, someone needs to protect blue collar heroes...
And if I can make a few bucks while I'm at it, then it's all gravy, ain't it just