I finally put some of my, erm, more esoteric skills to use. I’d spent some time doing delivery work and such for Core Complexion out of Eram, when the agent contacted me with this:
The government says we’re prepared for war. You wouldn’t know it by looking at our wounded. Space makes everything worse. Just look through the medical bay. Second-degree burns and frostbite are both alarmingly common, and are usually in conjunction with other serious injuries.
I need pain medications badly. I can’t just wait for the next delivery. I need to produce my own drugs. For that I’m going to need Gamboge Cytoserocin. I heard a smuggler say there was a pocket at Eram. Go there, and bring back everything you can. I’ll try to make it worth your while.
My Neocom gave me some additional background info:
Medicinal Drugs
Although the compounds that are popularly called “boosters” are illegal in empire space, other legal derivatives of gas cloud materials are used in the medical community. These medicinal drugs are highly controlled, but are often the difference between life and death for many citizens.
So what did I do? What could I do? I had my engineering crew warm up my gas harvesting ship Whirlwind, a properly-fitted Cyclone battlecruiser.
When I got there, I found an old abandoned station of Caldari design.
The smuggler’s data proved correct: a nice-sized cloud of Gamboge Cytoserocin hung gingerly in space, right at the site of a ship which had wrecked into a medium-sized asteroid.
The agent paid decently well and I feel like maybe I did some good after all. Dad would have been proud, if he were still around.
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