It took us a few more days before a rather familiar station was in sight.
On another note… I was quite nervous about carrying that box on our ship that I was constantly on edge throughout the first part of the flight.
The others obviously noticed and Amber had to point out that I was already carrying drugs before this and I wasn't as nervous as I was about it.
She then assured me that in the outer colonies, no one really gives a crap about what you're carrying. That was why our ship has barely even been subjected to a search throughout our journey so far. Only places with tighter security or with military presence might do that.
I realised the truth behind her words since we really haven't been subjected to any searches for contraband much…
I then asked about the existence of black markets since they would be rather pointless if the trade wasn't regulated by such searches.
