The Gerousia Magon (Onboard the Hannibal-II)

[Jazz]

Mink Whipperwill sat in a corner of the dimly lit restaurant. A warm, caffeinated brew on the table before him going mostly undisturbed. The steam from the drink wafted slowly across his large hands. In those hands he cradled a small object. It seemed a thick disc, with several tiers of plates coating both sides, and a peculiar slot in one of those sides.

It was a curiosity to most, a treasure to those who knew of its origin, and it was the prized possession of Mink.

In his life Mink had done many things, and was well known for them. Everything from an escort pilot, captain of a Zoner cruiser, many different times a trader, independent and otherwise, he had almost joined the coalition once, but backed out, barely escaping with his life. He had helped to resurrect the Independent Miners Guild, he had fought Outcasts, Corsairs, Hessians, Blood Dragons, even the strange Nomads.

But on one of those voyages he had picked up this particular item, saved it, in fact, from certain annihilation. And it had been with him ever since. Always quiet. Always present.

Years had passed with the object in Mink's possession, and he had always cherished it. However, recently he has been even more fixated on it, concern and deep thought etched themselves on his face in the quiet, lonely hours such as this.


Recently... He has been dreaming about it.

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Some say that he is allergic to a fungus found only between the toes of Corsairs,
and that he is oblivious to 98% of Liberty Law. All we know is...
He's called the Busdriver!