False Pretenses

[Erebos]

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Another trip out to the Rim and back without much consequence. The wolves were in the hen house and it's protectors were no where to be found. Erebos sighed, kicking his feet up on the console of the False Pretenses and opened a can of his favorite beverage. It used to be a lot different--there used to be risk involved. He took a long drag of his beer, noting that he had already nearly finished it in the opening pull. Sighing, he drained the rest and threw the can to the floor.

A woman walked by with a clipboard. She sighed, shoved his feet off the console and picked up the can, dispensing it into a nearby receptacle.

"You know, you could at least pretend to be the Captain." she said defeated.

"Sure thing, my dudette. Just as soon as things get interesting around here, ya dig?" he said leaning his head against a curled up fist. "Remember when it was difficult to bring this shit into house space? When they gave a crap? Now it's just like we bring it in through the front door. For real."

"You should be thankful, Erebos. The False Pretenses might be a high bar for most Pilgrim's of it's age, but we wouldn't stand up to a Navy carrier group of any House."

Erebos sighed again, putting his feet back up on the console. The woman looked to his dirty boots on the console and sighed, shaking her head. She walked away checking her clipboard, clearly defeated by the antics of her wayward captain.

"Hoy, Tori." he called after her. "When're we gettin' these Cigars to Cochrane Depot? I got a meetin' planned with one of them Hackers to start the process for the stealth system."

The woman named Tori turned to face Erebos, an exasperated look crossing her face.

"You mean the cloak?" she replied. Erebos rolled his eyes in response. "Soon. We've just transitioned into Liberty space. Look at your console or...you know...out the window." she turned and exited the bridge, the doors closing the only evidence that she had been there to begin with. Erebos turned away from the door and back out of the front facing windows overlooking Planet Los Angeles.

"This job used to be a fucking challenge, now it's just any other job in the cosmos." he sighed a final time, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes with his hands clasped on his chest. "Something better happen soon, else I might just shoot myself out of boredom."

It wasn't long before he was snoring, dreaming of the good ol' days.

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