Who's running this

Galactic Surplus is one operator with a ship and a cargo hold. Not a corporation. Not a crew. Just me, a network of contacts, and whatever I can move through customs without too many questions.

I deal in scavenged, traded, and quietly acquired goods from across the galaxy. Pins, patches, stickers, the occasional run of apparel. Some of it I picked up dockside. Some came through people who'd rather not be named. Don't ask how all of it got here. It got here.

I've run cargo longer than I'd bother counting. Cooked, tended bar, took odd jobs in between. The cargo life keeps pulling me back. There's no finish line and no exit plan. When I like the work, I do it. When the heat gets heavy, the frequency goes quiet for a while. It always comes back online.

A few things I hold to. The goods are real and the work is careful. The ship stays worn but never dirty. New faces get a fair deal and standard distance. Regulars get the good stuff first. And whatever laws I'm willing to bend, the line on who I'll help and who I won't doesn't move. I side with the people the galaxy keeps grinding down. Every time.

So look the cargo over. Take what speaks to you. If you come back, I'll remember.

Galactic Surplus Co.