I am tired of the mewling passengers and the mundane drivel of the bubble. Today I make a hard choice. Today I sell my beloved Cobra Mk III, my favorite ship, in order to strike out into the black. My dear Cobra simply does not have the range I require to get where I want to go. In the end, pragmatism wins out over emotional attachments, and I am now jumping over 30ly. I have upgraded my ship with new tracking software and this logbook. Oh the places we will go.