Destiny

[jammi]

Ok folks, grab something sturdy, were about to dock! The captain was jabbering again. Was glanced out one of the small rooms portholes to see the bulk of Freeport One looming over us. There was a dull grinding noise as docking clamps gripped the transport, then the floor shook as we were pulled in, followed by the same uneasy feeling of changing weight I had experienced when we left the planet. I assumed the stations gravity overrode our own. So far all was going to plan.

Youll have two hours here. Were loading on cargo, but I wouldnt suggest leaving for the bar alone. Therere all sorts of undesirables lurkin out there if ya get what I mean. But that was exactly what I was counting on. My contact and his men should be waiting for me. It was time to start the ball moving, to light the ignition that would blast my past to pieces and forge a life anew from the embers. It was time to cut my ties with Bretonia.

The bar was dim, hostile men glaring at me as I entered. Several could be identified as Zoners by ID cards pinned to their chest while others, large Hispanic men were marked as Corsairs by gang tattoos and scars. I was looking for one in particular. Tanned skin, dark hair, probably in his mid thirties. There would be a woman sitting near him. Also Corsair with similarly dark hair and eyes. I spotted them in the corner discussing something in a hushed tone. Occasionally one would look up at me, almost speculatively before returning to their discussion. I slowly picked my way over, hand on the now functional SDSG hidden in my pocket.

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