Business at Amorgos

[Guillermo Block]

The trip wasn’t pleasant to say the least. Cramped cabin, bad food and no window.. Penny pinching at it’s finest. They could have at least afforded me a ship of my own considering the amount of credits Synth Foods will make off me. Things were a lot better in the pilots cabin and I made myself useful just to stay there. At least the seats had some damn leg space. Lots of dicey moments too, a couple of our fighter escorts had to bail as their ships were getting toasty from radiation damage while going through the Omega systems. Gladly our armored transport had a thick hide, though our pilot nearly lost it at the sight of a dozen Titan VHF’s appearing out of no where. Must have suffered a raid or two in the past. Anyways, they made sure we traversed the last couple of system without any issues.

Amorgos is a real hellhole: dark, humid and full of noise. You are stuck in this underground hole 24/7 with no telling if its night or day. The Corsairs don’t seem to mind, or are too busy doing their thing. Everyone has two jobs: digging for artifacts and soldiering. Somehow they manage to sleep, eat and have fun in between. I can see how the stories about them surviving in the worst of circumstances are true.

With the arid conditions and scarcity of water on this planets I doubt our kelp-derivatived organisms will be any good. Not that it matters anyways. Some of the locals have sampled a couple of Synth Paste servings I brought along and grown to dislike them. It seems the Corsairs diverge from the ordinary Liberty idea that food equals mere raw nutrients, calories, and is just there to survive. They value the process of social interaction while cooking together and recreating the same dishes their mothers would cook at planet Crete when they were little. “Ancient Mediterranean culture” is what they call it and its passed down from generation to generation.

Maybe this will change overtime, who knows, I’m not a sociologist anyways to care about that. I’ve got more pressing issues: tomorrow will be my first day at work.

~ Dr. Block
Xenoflora industrialist
Synth Foods