It's Difficult To Remember...

[Laz]

Leere had many ideas during his time alone. Very few of them would indefinitely, if at all. However, one night, after a successful raid in Sigma-13 when he was combing through the debris of his kill, a new idea struck him. One of the crew members had made it to a pod, which now drifted aimlessly in the void until something picked it up. The idea was simple.

"Slavery." Leere said to himself.

Slave traders on Malta would pay a hefty sum for the survivors he brought there to work the plantations. He'd been there long in the past when he bought Maren the "Spicerunner". Leere thought he should still have some contacts that would help him move the goods.

After enough time and effort, he'd surely amount enough to fund his survival. Perhaps he would be able to pay for somewhere private for him to stay and bide his time. Somewhere away from civilisation on Malta, but somewhere he could access with ease. His original plan had been given new life and new hope.

A grin appeared across his face. Soon he'd have the means to do more than skulk in the shadows. Soon there would be people that feared his name again. Leere was overjoyed at the thought.

But patience was required. Patience.

First, he had to gather the slaves.

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