Captain Scott took a couple days of downtime after his last haul.
Space is deadly. If you lose concentration, or make a mistake, you might end up floating through it until you’re a smear on someone’s primary buffer panel.

When you have a crew, you have people to split the duties with. People that can help out, and make things less stressful. When you’re solo, well, you’re solo.

So Jason took a couple of days off. He spent most of it doing maintenance on the Corsair. But he also took time for R&R. He spent enough time on this station that he knew where he could go to find a warm meal, a cold drink, and a comfortable bed.

With how close he came to running out of o2 on his last run, Jason stopped by one of the supply stores and picked up a spare o2 cylinder and an emergency scrubber.

He would have liked to stay on station longer, but there were credits to be made, and debts to be paid, so he headed back out.

He lucked out. He found a pristine little Tracer, a civilian station hopper. It looked to be in pretty good shape, for how old it was. Probably had the engine burn out and it was cheaper to get a replacement ship than it was to replace her engine.

Sure, it wasn’t no heavy freight hauler, nor no military bird, but that just meant it was going to be easier to search.

Each compartment he searched made Jason more and more certain this was going to be his easiest haul yet.

Starting in the middle of the ship, he made his way towards the cockpit. He found some spare o2, and some random curiosities that he absentmindedly shoved in a pocket as he made his way up.

A box of S Rations, and a small envelope with some hard creds in it made the trip worth it. So did the electronics he pulled out of the engine room. But the prize was a pristine primary compression manifold. It was sitting in a storage cupboard, in a crate marked stem bolts.

With his bounty in hand, Jason hurried back to his ship, thanking whatever gods were smiling on him this day.