A Pilgrim Liner, ahn? That could be useful. It was no coincidence truckers called them Slave Liners.
"A Pilgrim, ahn? I never piloted one myself, but I've been in a couple, dealing with some junkers. It's amazing how the junkers can mantain and repair such old ships, but I've always felt like the thing could fall apart at any moment!" - Lou smiled, while he lighted up another spliff - "Sssssss... Pfffff... *cough-cough* I know, I know, those ships have the hull of a small 'capship', I know. Well, looks like someone big flagged your ship as unairworthy, but the Zoners don't do that. They are being pushed by someone else to do it. You must've pissed off someone big, kiddo." - he took another sip of the whiskey, that was starting to slowly get to his head - "One thing we could do is... I can get Rogue papers and IFF for you, Ted. The houses don't recognize them, of course, but the Outcasts do. The Zoners would be forced to let you go, being practicaly across the street from Malta. They avoid trouble like a corsair avoids a shower..."
For some reason he felt he could trust the young captain. Even so, instincts are not all. Caution is an important quality in that kind of business.
Lou took another smoke on his spliff and continued: "What do you say? Pfffff... I can get new identification for your ship, and in return we could put it to some use, and split the profits, ahn?" - He was taking a little bit of risk, dealing with a complete stranger. Then again, he was a 'business man', and risk is a constant part of that. Of course, he could always shoot the guy in the face if he screwed up. But that would be a shame. Ted looked like a nice kid. - "But first don't screw up on this run in the Bactrian, then we see about your Slave Liner."
