Day 2 // 0412A

Can’t sleep. Worried about money. Shipping jobs are pretty scarce now that the Dominion has closed most of the popular trade routes. Closed some of the not-so-popular ones, too. Cargo running seems to have disappeared overnight. Everyone is feeling the crunch, especially in their credit accounts. It’s been over two weeks since our last job, an easy delivery to the Quasi System. Good money, but most of it went towards fuel. We’ve been scanning the underground channels for leads, but there’s just nothing out there. At least nothing that’s being broadcast.

Not sure what I’ll do if we have to give up the cargo running business. It’s all I know. I suppose I could go work for my father on Nazir. He’s got a bar and gambling business there, deep in the Void -- far away from those Dominion bastards. He keeps telling me to stop by. I guess I will, one of these days. I do feel bad about not seeing him more often.

I can hear Fresno snoring up on his bunk. Nothing gets between him and his sleep. Wish I could say the same. Gonna set the ship down for the night. I guess I’ll try to get some rest before the morning alarm goes off. Later today we're going to hit some of the main ports in the Navbar System, and see if we find a lead or two.

- C

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