Lou could see that the kid had potential. And he liked the business too, apparently. Few were willing to do this job, and most of those were too young to know better. Specially in the rogues ranks. That was one of the reasons Lou was respected: old rogues are rare.
"Oh! An evil slaver!" - he smiled at Ted - "Yeah, well, I'm not exactly a Manhattan lawyer either, I think you've noticed. Look, I've seen worse places than this rock, but not many. If you are willing to stay here, who am I to say anything? Niverton and myself surely have plenty of work for you and your ship. With your Liner and our freighters as scouts we can keep the orange flowing again, and the slaves too. And with the profits starting to rise we can contact the junkers to sell us or build a new Liner, what do you say?" - another pause to smoke his spliff - "But, then again, let's not get ahead of ourselves. First we need to get that Rogue IFF for your ship. The mechs finished fixing my rhino a couple hours ago. And the new IFF codes are ready. We can depart after you are rested, what do you say?" - Lou extended his right hand to Ted, saying - "Well, then, welcome to the Niverton Rogues, kiddo!"
