Magellan four, five, niner was not a habitat I had previously heard about.
I talked to Tabitha.
“Have you heard of this habitat we’re going to?”
“No, but there are so many. I’ve only heard of a tiny percentage of them. I found where they’ve hidden at least some of the drugs. They are not concealed at all. They are just under the floor and If we’re searched, we have a major problem. It would take somebody two seconds to find it.”
“We’re just going to have to trust them I guess. This merchandise must be worth an awful lot to them, I’d day.”
“Oh yeah, they definitely won’t want anything happening to this.”
I inputted the name into the online search and a raft of information appeared on the screen.
It was more of a depot than a true habitat, with a population of only a few thousand. This was not the endpoint for the drugs. No, they would be transported across the system from there.
I had watched documentaries about drugs. Over the centuries their potency and addictiveness have been optimized, causing habitats to fail where they have gotten out of control. This was not something I wanted to be associated with.
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