“Open Comms…” The Procurer’s main computer responds to Dorian’s thoughts immediately and waits for the next input from it’s Capsuleer.
“Open Channel to Sydney Luther” and with that thought the ship reached across the light years to an Amarr Tower and the call is answered. “Dorian! Where’s my Tritanium? I’ve got ships to build. This Tower ain’t paying for itself!”
Dorian winced knowing Sydney was right. “I’m headed back now, ore hold is full. Warm up the processors and you’ll have your Trit in no time.”
“Good, I was worried you might have run into those damn New Order Cultists.” Sydney looked relieved both for Dorian’s safety and the full Ore Hold as these buyers didn’t like delays.
“3 jumps and I’ll be in your backyard. Brew me a pot of Coffee, please… And make it the Caldari blend. Your Amarr shit is too weak for me.” Dorian disconnected Comms with a thought, knowing Sydney was fuming over that comment.
“And home safe…” pulling through the tower’s shields. “Now, as long as she doesn’t see the burns on the hull.”
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