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 The concept of zones/sectors is still on the TODO list.
 
 PLACES
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-Planet Seymour, Regula Station
-Planet Ghant, Alexandria Outpost
-Planet Lindblade
 
-*
+Borderworlds:
 
-PLANET GHANT
+System?
+	Planet Seymour
+	Regula mining operation
 
-Alexandria outpost
+	asteroid field
 
-Battleship Custodian
+	Planet Ghant
+	Alexandria outpost
+	Battleship custodian
 
 
-PLANET SEYMOUR
+Central worlds:
 
-Regula station
+System?
+	Planet Lindblade
 
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-PLANET CLEARHAVEN
 
-* 
+I. Chocolate milk
 
-PLANET LUCIA
+A cup of steaming hot chocolate milk! There were times I would have
+laughed it the mere idea, but in these outskirts of the galaxy
+chocolate was a hard to find commodity. And fresh milk? You'd have to
+have almost criminal connections to find it. fortunatly I had, and I did.
+These were times for celebration. I had spend the loan I managed to get 
+from the local planetairy bank on a small transort ship and just finished
+my first cargo shipment of <insert silly ore here> from the Regula mining
+operation to Alexandria outpost. Not the glorious life I had gotten used
+to on the central planets, but at least a decent one with its small pleasures
+once in a while, like the cup of chocolate milk. The hundred credits I payed
+for it made sure it rivaled the best Keldorian brandy, without the flavour
+of slightly fermented rodent droppings and the associated legendary hangover.
 
-ITEMS
+I almost felt like home and the small room I rented above the local bar
+started to feel like one. After I left the central planets, I ended up on
+Alexandria where the local bartender was kind enough to offer me a job
+in his modest establishment. He probably did it more out of sympathy then anything
+else, but as it turned it, I'm great at doing the dishes and I always enjoyed
+our conversations. That is, until last week, when I met Brent.
 
-Osirion Master Seal
+I never really got to know him very well but he must have remembered me from high
+school. I was sitting at the bar when he suddenly tapped my shoulder. My memories
+of him were vague. As he sat down, I ordered him a drink. We had some chit-chat,
+We shared a few memories of distant times but it didn't take hime very long to come
+to the point.
+
+Brent was the business type. "The rising star of the Regula mining operations,
+overseeing all shipments og <fancy ore> in the Orion sector", to quote his words.
+His phrases like "A smart man could make a fortune" sounded rather hollow to me,
+but he did have a point. 500 runs to Regula to pay the loan for the ship.
+Another 1500 more to get myself a ship big enough to hold a small cabin with all the
+luxuries a simple life could need.
+
+Repetetive? Boring? Perfect! Add an autopilot and this life could be more relaxing
+then a luxury vacantion on Lantia. With this simple business but rock-solid plan
+laid out in front of me I managed to convince the manager of the local planetairy
+bank to provide me with the necessary funds for my operation which were quickly 
+exchanged for Micron Corporation's latest Vector model. It's a small ship: 
+the cockpit, a living compartment with a sleeping corner and a cargo hold 
+just big enough to hold a few metric tons of whatever the owner had in mind.
+All it misses is a pair of blasters to shoot the mosquitos from the windshield.
+
+That would have added another 50 runs to the price.
 
-PEOPLE
 
 
-Chapter 1. The Meeting
 
 Cali Prime 
 Eborh