Justus Lynn

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Justus prepared to leave the base just short of 220 hours into his stay. He had met some good people there, but made no friends. He nonetheless determined to remain Hellfire for at least a little while. Looking back on the week, he was slightly surprised by how quickly he'd become comfortable with being an outlaw. The more he thought about it, the more the status seemed familiar to him.

He still had problems, though. He had nowhere to go and nothing to do, and he didn't know where he came from. Nobody in Leniex would provide him with work. Considering his next move, he thought he may just fly around until he got attacked, and then make his money by defending himself and selling the spoils. This would enable him to avoid political incident, and for the most part stay under the radar until he had more direction.

He cleaned up his barrack and walked back to the Stargazer. On arriving in the dock, he found that the stargazer had been left unlocked. Justus took up his sidearm, a destructor, and slowly opened the cargo door of his ship. It wasn't half way open when a man fell out amidst a pile of black market munitions!

The man stumbled to his feet, trying to catch whatever small boxes of ammo he could, and then shouted angrily at Justus in a thick Scottish/Orkney accent. "Stay yer dilderin, whalp! Thir nearabouts sprett me bruck wit yer bulderin!"

Justus was lost for words, and completely stopped by the man's chatter. He didn't even remember to aim his sidearm at the man. "Noo git back in the froont! Ah'll tak cheust a peedie taem tae roo hid baek intae yer rookle," the man barked at Justus, and pointed at to the cockpit. Justus didn't move, but looked blankly at the man, his mind struggling to keep up with the dialect. The man scoffed and turned back to the ship, and to piling munitions back into the cargo bay.

"Wait, wait, wait," Justus came partially to his senses and said, "What are you doing in my ship?"

The man continued his work, "Ah'm movin me happ in yer skip. Whit dae ye get ah'm doon?" he answered without turning to face Justus.

Justus was intrigued by the man's audacity. He sized up the man and considered him nonthreatening, so he put his weapon aside and leaned up against the side of the ship. "Where do you plan on taking these?" he asked.

"In bonny taem, beuy. Gir en ye heus en ah'll finna ye thaer."

Justus laughed under his breath and, to the man's apparent dismay, waited for the man to finish strapping down the munitions and close the hatch. Then Justus opened the cockpit and jumped in, followed by the man, who braced himself behind the seat and called out. "Wir geen to Freeport 10!"

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