"There is a quick cargo mission we could do," Dalkalo said opening a hologram on his PDA, "we have to travel to "Melting Star System, Sector 1-20-001, Station 1-20-56-026. It's a neighboring system but it's an older station. Might have to use a drone to get the cargo. It says here, that it's going to 1-16-13-004, the Hypocore System."

Dalkalo sent the information to all of the crew members. The offered payment was 1500 per crate equaling out to 9000 credits. There was currently one bidder making a higher offer of 2500 credits per crate. After a quick refresh of the market, it showed a second bid marking 2000 per crate, by Dalkalo.

"It's not truly customarily for me to make the bid," Dalkalo said, "but this request is listed under urgent."

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After the crew had introduced themselves to the Captain and the other crew members, they departed, the meeting room, and boarded their ship. The Hangar Master bid them good luck and farewell as the engines of the Nameless ship roared on. Escaping the station, the Communication System immediately sparks on.

"Hello," a voice said calmly as an ISF interceptor strafed across the bridge, "According to ISF and Galactic regulations, you need to register a call sign. I know you are fresh out of the Impound, been wondering when that hulk was getting out of there. I've got you marked for 24 hours before you get fined and have your ship here impounded."

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"Captain, I've got a course plotted," Dalkalo said after the transmission ended.