Posted on Wed Aug 10th, 2011 @ 12:49pm by Lomax

Mission: In Our Time of Need

So far it had been a most profitable journey. Lomax had always had the lobes for profit, and since being in the delta quadrant he had already stumbled across a number of dumping grounds for old ships. Each had had some useful alloys and interesting looking equipment that now resided in the small cargo hold. From nothing he had something to barter with. Grax new nothing when he sent me packing! he thought idly.

Now he just had to find a market, accumulation was easy in an area of space like this but he hated sitting on inventory. Money tied up in stock was money that could be working more effectively in his mind. He hated the idea of having to jettison hard acquired stock if something even better came up almost as much as he hated the idea of purchasing a ship with a larger cargo hold.

A blip on the screen alerted him to something, something was passing him in a hurry. Pulling up the sensor log he wasn't sure whether to smile or grimace. Federation.... He knew that they had reached this area of space and had set up outposts but he hadn't expected them to be this far from the gateway. They were in a hurry though from the looks of things, two ships at high warp. Speed meant one thing to Lomax... profit. Smiling he matched the course and followed the ships. If it was a crisis there was always an unofficial market to play. If there wasn't then there would be some juicy information he may be able to sell on.

Business had just started to look up.

Lomax
Itinerant Businessman