The Patience aventures

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The Patience's log two[code 702]

In the kitchen

Ralph: Let's have a toast! We had a profitable day, lads! *and he rises a cup of tea*
Jenny: That's right, cap! *she said smiling*
Charles: We had, indeed. I just hate to never see what's happening. *he said shaking his head*

Ralph: Charles, without you in the engine's room, we were dead already!
Jenny: Oh, really?! It's useless to have the full power directed to engines if the ship isn't piloted well.
Ralph: Oh Jenny, Jenny, Jenny... You are so cute when you get mad! *he laughs*
I have to say that you're the best pilot I've ever seen. Dodging these torpedoes... Wonderful!
Charles: She did a great job. But was enough to not dodge a single torp, cap! Our disruptor was heavily damaged and we need a new one. Not to say about how much work I have to fix the cannons.
Ralph: We have enough credits now, gents. We will buy new cannons and a new disruptor. Charles, fix that cargo door before we go up there again.
Charles: Sure, cap!

Jenny: So, what about that mercenary?
Ralph: Don't worry. I have already spoken to Rheinland Federal Police. It seems they have no proof against us. And better than that, they are focused on that merc now. We can do our job better now. Helping those pirates will makes us rich. Sometimes we will have to get done some non-profitable jobs. We need to stay clean.
Jenny: I understand, cap! I'm off to sleep a few hours now.
Ralph: Okay, Jenny. Sleep well!

And Ralph remained alone in the kitchen with a large smile on his face. He knew that doing dirty jobs will bring them more credits and more foes as well. He drank his tea and went to the cargo's room.
Ralph: Charles, after you finish here, go and rest. I have a feeling like we will need to go out there soon.
Charles: Okay, okay, Ralph! I need just a few more minutes.

Ralph nodded and went to his room to take a nap.
This was a great day for The.Patience's crew. Smuggling contraband goods, stolen high valuable ores, tea for bretonian officers... Nothing of this would happen if they were just a normal crew of a normal trading ship hauling diverse goods from station to station, from planet to planet. The only thing that Ralph didn't knew was that more credits means more troubles.

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