<p class="ql-align-center"><span style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">Basti needs 3 things to make his brand new- well, new to him -ship run:</span></p><p class="ql-align-center"><span style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">Firstly, He needs enough of a crew to get them safely spacebourne. Luckily, with a medical officer for a husband, an engineer bestie from his uni days, and a half-sib who is one of the best pilot's in the galaxy, it seems he has all he needs there.</span></p><p class="ql-align-center"><span style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">Secondly, A Deep Space Travel License - unless he wants to cart crap cargo for pitiful prices inside a single cluster for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, his pilot is a jokester, his engineer just got out of a long-term relationship, and his assessor is very particular about how he thinks Basti should run his ship.</span></p><p class="ql-align-center"><span style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">And, finally, There needs to be enough jobs to keep the ship spacebourne... which he can't get without a license. Which he can't get without a job.</span></p><p class="ql-align-center"><span style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">Nobody said IPA rules made sense</span></p><p><br></p>