WIP-Chapter

Did the old smuggling routes to Lorville still work? I tried.

I was looking for a way to smuggle goods into Lorville.

Could the Biker Club be of any help in smuggling into Lorville?

I was still looking for a smuggling route to Lorville. A new plan was born.

An attack on a space station led to an emergency. I did not understand the madness and tried to help.

An unclear assignment to an underground warehouse led me into uncertainty.

Another mission in a warehouse confronted me with death and with a surprising loot.

Smuggling to Lorville was on a knife edge. Would I succeed in opening a new smuggling route?

A state of emergency existed on some space stations. The delivery of relief supplies was risky.

After a dubious invitation, I took part in a dangerous cruise. Events on board came to a dramatic head.

Smuggling to Lorville had ups and downs. The activists were dissatisfied. Would I succeed in improving the situation?

A black market could be a lucrative business. But only if things went well. If.

I was given the task of recovering lost cargo from a wreck. Something was not right. Was this an opportunity or a danger?

I had to risk a lot for someone else to get a reward. The action brought back memories of earlier events. Memories of satellites with which I wanted nothing more to do.

A salvage order was given to me in mysterious circumstances. It seemed that it was a good thing. But I was not sure.

My salvage mission took me into the ice hell. The circumstances were difficult. I began to have doubts.

The search for the missing computer boards proved difficult. New problems and dangers complicated the mission.

So far I had not found any computer boards. There was one more wreck on my list. The last chance to complete my mission successfully. Should it succeed?

The mission to transport an unknown cargo took a surprising turn.

A very special special transport for Red Wind Linehaul brought surprising things to light.

In order to exist in the face of evil, I had to become evil myself. At least visually.

In the middle of a combat zone, I had to secure data. The danger was omnipresent and became real.

An assignment led me to a Reclaimer of the Nine Tails. Only a ghost could survive on the pirate ship.

With the Free Riders of Stanton, I wanted to have a relaxing ride. It was everything but relaxed.

While investigating an derelict settlement, I found unexpected things. Stories from the past came back to the present.