The Cave | Niverton Base Bar & Lounge

[Crazy Lou]

"Well, I'm only losing money with this delay because I try to keep'em alive. The 'casts pay way more for them if they are healthy. Besides, no one wants to do the clean up afterwards if something happens."

Ted was very nervous, looking at the clock all the time. Long time cardamine users tend to develop a little anxiety, but the guy was also obviously worried with getting his ship back.

"A bigger transport could be of great use to me. Back when I was still flying for the old Liberty Rogues, I used to captain a Pirate Train. But that thing's hull is thin as a synth paste can. In the last run I did with it, I was ambushed by some bunters in California. The ship was hit so bad, that the engines quit as I was entering the asteroid field. Luckly, they did not follow. I drifted all the way to the station, with only the lateral thrusters usable to stear clear of the asteroids. What's left of it is still there, floating near Alcatraz." - the glass was empty again - "Another round for us, Moe, will'ya?! Since then I changed strategy to smaller ships, so the eventual losses would not be big. But there is a vacuum now on this market, since the end of the Rogue Council. That's an opportunity I can't miss. And a Pilgrim Liner can take a lot more kicks in the rear than a Train and..."

Lou was interrupted by a chime sound coming from his pad. He picked it up and read the message that arrived.

"Well, looks like your ship is ready. I will reply back telling them to move our 'passengers' aboard."

Moe was arriving with yet more drinks.