I've been idly flying around the icerings of Borann, collecting Low Temperature Diamonds. I've been getting a few whispers of some sort of respiratory illness that's effectively shutting down Earth. Galnet has been silent on...well everything. The stations aren't showing it, but a friend on Earth got in contact with me, talking about this new virus that's killing tens of thousands, with entire continents locking down to flatten the curve, to prevent on planet hospitals from being swamped.
All off world transit is totally isolated, and no one can leave.
Well, while aimlessly drifting, I did a bit of calculating. My Type-9 Heavy can carry 704 tonnes of cargo, if I take twenty five thousand tonnes of advanced medicine and another twenty five thousand tonnes of basic medicines. Well, it would take around seventy one flights to carry that level of cargo.
So, no way am I going to sit here doing nothing.
So, cue the music big boy. I'm embarking on the Solo Sol Relief Flight. Fifty Thousand Tonnes, no sleep.
Keep your eyes out on the usual social media platforms. I'll have more information.
All off world transit is totally isolated, and no one can leave.
Well, while aimlessly drifting, I did a bit of calculating. My Type-9 Heavy can carry 704 tonnes of cargo, if I take twenty five thousand tonnes of advanced medicine and another twenty five thousand tonnes of basic medicines. Well, it would take around seventy one flights to carry that level of cargo.
So, no way am I going to sit here doing nothing.
So, cue the music big boy. I'm embarking on the Solo Sol Relief Flight. Fifty Thousand Tonnes, no sleep.
Keep your eyes out on the usual social media platforms. I'll have more information.