The tale of Paladin Roach as told by Doug Hoek (chadnorth):

Paladin Roach was a late starter. He managed to scrape together enough money to repair the engines on the crashed ship that he inherited from his uncle. He posted on an Intergalactic message board, “Have ship will travel” along with his coded contact information. Then the long wait, wondering who’d be dumb enough to to risk their cargo in this old clunker named “Precious.” Finally an interested party made contact -- a load of pet robots are needed to be delivered to Diamond. Paladin researched Diamond’s import policies and restrictions, weighed the costs and and benefits, and after taking enough payment to cover initial costs blasted off.

Once in orbit around Diamond the cargo was transferred to an awaiting shuttle (an unexpected cost plus tax) to be offloaded to the consortium itself (more cost and taxes).  "Should be able to show enough profit to get wherever the next load may take me", he said.

Thaddeus Nebulaire, born into the aristocratic opulence of Lullingstone, never quite fit in with the shallow customs of the elite class. Instead, he found solace and companionship among a group of smart stargazers who shared his passion for astronomy. It was during this time that he encountered an eccentric entrepreneur named Willy Minmax, who introduced him to his fabulously successful invention, the portable holoemitter.

This encounter with Willy sparked Thaddeus's imagination and planted the seed of curiosity within him. He purchased a holoemitter that projected a mysterious stellar phenomenon, one he had never seen before but felt compelled to explore. Inspired by this newfound fascination and armed with his family's exorbitant wealth, Thaddeus secretly embarked on a mission to build a ship with his friends and set sail to find the phenomenon.

As the final touches were made to his ship, Thaddeus stood on the brink of a new chapter in his life. With a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, he prepared for his maiden voyage, ready to leave behind the confines of Lullingstone and set sail into the unknown depths of space.

Thaddeus gave one last glimpse of the expressions on the faces of his friends in the seats next to him before pressing the ignition button on his control panel. With each hum of the ship's engines and each flicker of starlight through the viewport, Thaddeus felt the thrill of adventure coursing through his veins, knowing that he was destined to chart his own course among the stars.

"First stop, Ventura!"

Going back to VELEŠIĆI seems fine but little does Akasora suspect that this creates a problem with continuity as activating the FTL and returning to the same location causes him to effectively travel backwards in time, violating the causal laws of the universe sending him off into a bizarre landscape of strange alternate dimensions.

But he reacts to this the same way he reacts to everything, by capturing his experience in haiku!

Causality weaves,
Akasora's echoes fade,
Weird dimensions call.

Intrigued by its ambiguous advertising, Willy Minmax sets course for the planet Gondilly.  Upon arrival, he declares his cargo of holoemitters and requests permission to land.  Permission is unfortunately "delayed" due to some complications at the spaceport.  While he's waiting, perhaps he would like to negotiate trade for an available lot of "pointless scissors"?  These would presumably be safer for children to use, but Willy finds the transaction itself to be pointless.  What is the deal with this planet?

Continuing his clockwise tour of the inner galaxy, Willy Minmax goes to Fremantle, where he confronts an insupportable situation.  Satellites meant to train the cloudlike Woylie towards positively influencing the climate have failed.  They now accidentally torment the Woylie into worsening the weather, causing disastrous storms and floods.  The Noongar society that built the satellites is now unable to repair or maintain them, so Willy decides that the only help he can offer is to destroy the malfunctioning devices.  Without waiting around for thanks or blame, he does this and quickly departs.  Perhaps when Fremantle's atmosphere returns to normal, he too can return and re-establish trade with this world.

In the meantime, Akasora considers his strange fate among the distant stars:

Silent stars above,
Lonely verses in the void,
Robot dreams in code.

Akasora makes a considerable leap through the stars and winds up at the strange world of Bole, a scan revealing...

BOLE is so radioactive that every object native to the planet visibly glows. The beautiful glow of Bole was seen as a sign of divine providence to its first settlers, a theocratic society known as the Hakuraku, who see themselves as wise judges of merit. Native to the planet are the Tianma, a species of winged equines that greatly esteemed by the Hakuraku as heavenly emissaries. Lest they be overwhelmed by the "holy radiation" of their home, each Bolean must wear an expensive piece of jewelry called a "wudi". The wudi's circuitry, itself powered by radioactivity, manages to repel Bole's natural radiation in such a way that the wearer is instead surrounded by darkness. It is only removed for special ceremonies when the pure light of Bole is fully embraced.

Akasora sees only one way to capture its ki:

Radiant divine,
Wing'ed equines grace the skies,
Wudi shields the glow.

Unable to reach the Støver sector, Willy Minmax instead opts for a short trip to the capital of the Lullingstone sector.  There he arranges to record views of its natural wonders and breathtaking constructions.  The planet's cascades, caverns, and castles will surely fetch a reasonable price in less beautiful corners of the galaxy.  The elite Lullingstoners also pay to have their own images recorded, but Willy is less optimistic that others will want to admire their ostentatious coiffures.  Who knows, though?  Maybe the images will find favor as a source of comedy.

Akasora stays in the same sector and scans the nearby world of ...

VELEŠIĆI (56) is a planet rich with life that once also had a large human population, but pollution damaged most of the arable land. The centuries of emigration that followed have resulted in more people of Velešići heritage living off-world than on Velešići itself. A few ancient families remain, within well-defended enclaves. For although the ecology of the planet was disrupted, many creatures survived and adapted to the polluted land. Of particular interest are the vukpas, which are very dangerous carnivorous pack animals. In addition to their teeth and claws, vukpas bear one more unusual weapon: a virus. Anyone within shouting distance of a pack of vukpas is at risk of infection, and the primary symptom of uncontrollable laughter serves to both attract vukpas and incapacitate their prey. Hunting parties on Velešići must be extremely cautious, because he who laughs does not last.

Disquieted by what he learns, he chants aloud:

Laughter's viral dance,
Vukpas' carnivorous jest,
Survival's cruel test.

In the Stîngă system, Willy Minmax is disappointed to learn that he will not be permitted to sell the artificial intelligences any technology, no matter how innocuous.  He is permitted a brief and extremely well-supervised visit with them, however.  His question about recent visitors reveals the existence of one in particular:  "AFFIRMATIVE.  WE NOTICED HIS NATURE IMMEDIATELY, BUT HE SOON DEPARTED TOWARDS THE STØVER SECTOR."  His nature?  What could that mean?  Willy's minders choose that moment to cut short the interview, and he is forced to depart with his curiosity unsatisfied.  The inspectors will no doubt have much to discuss, and he is happy that they at least let him leave the system without further delay.

Burning the fuel, Akasora takes the nearest space lane to a new sector, discovering...

OVALAU is tidally locked with its primary, with one hemisphere always facing the star. Its ecosphere hence consists of a narrow band between the too-hot sunny side and the too-cold dark side. Ovalauers are very resourceful in dealing with this constant climatological balancing act, but a history of dangerous epidemics has left scars on their collective psyche. Whenever an outbreak (or even a rumor of one) occurs, everyone hurries away from the presumed-infected zone, clogging the congested paths along Ovalau's prime meridian. Some even opt for a life-threatening journey across the uninhabited wastes, desperately seeking the antipodes of disease. After an awkward interval waiting for the plague to dissipate, they all eventually go back home to what's left of the rest of their lives.

After giving the planet careful consideration, he intones this haiku:

Sun's captive embrace,
Fear shadows along the line,
Balancing scarred souls.

Willy Minmax briefly makes landfall at Jerzy, where its culture of scarcity and violence doesn't fit well with his affable marketing of holoemitters.  He doesn't even leave the ship as he requisitions fuel to continue his journey.

Still adrift between the stars, Akasora discovers a nearby world in the same sector, indeed the very world the sector is named for! Surreptitiously, he scans the surface and learns that...

STØVER appears to be just a cratered wasteland covered with grayish dust. A brave adventurer made one of the most startling discoveries in galactic history, however, when she found out that this dust is edible! It is, in fact, delicious and a good source of all the nutrients needed for human life. The first Queen Helle's fortuitous claim resulted in her family becoming extremely wealthy, but she had a foresighted concern for future generations. She partnered with a genius developer of artificial intelligence who would in due time become Prince Consort Søren. Together they built a conscience into the very structure of their palace's shining domes. Royal succession is dependent upon the approval of this AI, which has thus far not yet rejected any candidate from House Virkner. Nor has any other brave adventurer made his fortune by bravely tasting another dusty planet.

Akasora scoffs at this primitive use of AI as he crafts his dismissive haiku:

Dust on royal tongues,
Thrones bow to machine's embrace,
Akasora smirks.

Willy Minmax's original hope when he landed on Terris was to sell a few holoemitters.  Some people might find them useful as a study aid when preparing for Terris' political martial arts tournaments.  His familiar style of friendly investigation uncovers something else, though.  In conversations about others who share his habits of wandering the stars, he hears about another stranger, named "Akasora", who left just prior to the most recent tournament.  Many were interested in learning the man's background, the better to defeat him if it should come to that.  But he was vague about his origins, and his planned departure further piqued their interest.  Would he agree to an informal sparring match instead?  He would not.  To allay suspicions about himself, Willy does submit to a bout with a local, and is soundly thrashed.  Where was Akasora headed?  "Clockwise" seemed to be the best guess. 

Akasora meditates on the vastness of the void, discovering a nascent spirituality in his circuitry as he murmurs:

Stars' hymns softly hum,
Circuit prayers in cosmic dance,
Spirit sparks ignite.

Willy Minmax arrives on the desert planetoid Cimaron right in the middle of one of their frequent exodus festivals.  He fortunately manages to avoid all of the homemade aircraft while landing his ship.  His usual friendly banter brings up the subject of the six-fingered aliens who brought them here, and he finds himself wishing he hadn't promised not to discuss his Pomacean acquaintance.  He might even have managed to capture the man's stumble on holo!  Instead, he offers to sell his recordings of Asanthan artifacts, hinting that his travels have led him to believe the Cimaronners' tale of abduction by friendly aliens.  They probably won't be able to trace his ship's itinerary through Pomacea, right?

Madec gets some further haiku deliberation from Akasora's relentlessly sparking robot brain...

Sky gazers divine,
Oracles murmur rain's tale,
Nature's truth unfolds.

Willy Minmax thought he would easily earn enough on Pomacea to finance another voyage, but he turns out to have been mistaken.  Fuel costs here are exorbitant, so he needs to do some more hustling to try to afford a sufficient supply.  Maybe he can uncover some valuable secrets of the Pomaceans?

Stuck in deep space once more, Akasora remembers the folksy advice his creators told him about how to reset the ship if he ever continued to get stuck over and over:

Cosmic riddles spin,
Gears of fate in verse entwined,
Fix the ship with time.

Willy's relentless prying eventually uncovers one unusual detail.  While the Pomaceans usually walk around with their hands in their pockets, he happens to observe one of them stumble.  As the man puts out a hand to avoid falling on his face, Willy notices that his glove has 6 fingers.  Polite enquiries to ensure that the man is okay lead to more probing questions which lead to a very generous offer:  enough fuel money to be on his way, in exchange for a promise to never mention even meeting this Pomacean.  That return visit probably won't be happening any time soon.