It was a strange day,
One of those days when things just seem to happen and to explain it all...well where to start?
You see, I got up grabed my dougNuts and Sirusbucks coffee before heading off on my patrol. Now I know I had my thribble with me at this point. I never leave home without it!
Patroling was rather normal. The normal perps doing the normal thing. I did have a chance encounter with some fellows calling themselves DP. Seems they are the merc type, I made a note in my journal to keep an eye on them. Mercs always mean problems. I checked my thribble and it was fine.
I had a light lunch, winked at some ladies in a cool cafe on Planet New Berlin...even got a number. Guess they liked my uniform.
I headed of to investigate recent reports of "rats" in Nephele. Sure enough they are there. Thribble in hand I investigated. Curious to see what the situation is I sat back and observed. There was a SMG guy, going buy the callsign of Simba......a rough char and well known to the law. Then a few TRF showed up said they had laid claims to the system. I suspect a base in the system with TRF at the head of it
I filed my report and headed of to X-304 for another coffee or even a few more phone numbers. It was when I sat down that I realised my thribble is missing. I even searched my ship but to no avail!
I am sure it is in Nephele and will go back to look for it!