Freedom At Last

Getting out was easy as anything. Shouldn't be surprised. Greysmoke never gets anything right. Only spot of trouble is Rhys, the Scrap Queen I keep having to deal with. Stowed away on board. Lit my blood right up, but Poole made a good point. Maybe I was too hard on her, but 6 months of overtime unfucking her equipment isn't a grievance I'm willing to put down immediately. For now, I'm outvoted. She's in.
 
Made our way to Sutai Station to find a blackmarket dealer. Found our contact, Bhaatu will be at a local bar, The Last Stop, in the Lower Markets to get our hands on a drive to be able to make it to Sycorax.
Void Dogs ships in this hangar. Need to keep on our toes. Smells like they own this station. Made a little deal with the Queen of Sutai, Baatar. Gave her telemetry data in exchange for access to the Sycorax warpgate. They, of course, tried to pull a little sneaky on us and stole FUCKING SPY-GL455. That will not stand.
 
Gonna have to show them what Overtime means.