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[Dusty Lens]

David Chambers winced as his Waran touched down, his head was throbbing something fierce following the prior evening's pre-passout libation. His flightsuit reeked of bad coffee, his cockpit reeked of bad coffee and he really, really just wanted to take a shower and whatever pain medication that might maybe kill him.

He bent at the waist, hands on knees as he tries to hold back a wave of nausea that threatened to overwhelm him as the fuel rich odors of Refugio's flightline combated with his resolve to not make an ass out of himself before queen and country.

"Right, again, that does it. No more drinking. More jogging. Maybe take a combat course with the marines. Maybe just die a little. Eating more salad."

The lift shook a gentle reminder that he hated life with every passing level before it alighted at the Serpentis wing general berthing. One of the few places in his line of work that he could expect a measure of permanency. Stumbling into the small bathroom afixed to the apartment he found a yellow container of some truly potent pain medication. With the hesitation only required to turn that faucet's water from a soothing yellow to a reassuring clear, he gulped them down and lay upon his bed.

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** David Chambers **

Right. I'm on the verge of suicide via whatever is closest and easiest so I'll make this brief. The day carried a number of simple encounters which generally resolved themselves favorably. Some 9 transports destroyed, the only noteworthy encounters of those being the cooperation in disposing of his cargo by one Honest Joe of the Jupiter Guild, who thereafter proved to maintain the extraordinarily amicable attitude displayed towards ourselves by the mercenary organization and the destruction of Solar Eclipse, a slave transport bound for the borderworlds.

I intercepted the vessel on route to the Cortez jumphole, destroying the vessel shortly after it ran through. The vessel's destruction spared the containers in which its unwilling cargo was being held, thankfully, though I was in the curious bind of being unable to recover the poor souls.

So I played a card and called the navy. Care of one Sarah Willows, who's of some rank or another I'm sure. I remained on site, allowing a [Cartel] vessel to pass in the process, until the Navy appeared on my scanner. However a strong sense of self preservation coupled with the emergency of a trio of passing transports urged me to quickly away.

Two of the transports were destroyed. Seeing that the navy was on site with a Mammoth transport for extraction I took that as my cue to leave, lest I burn out the remainder of my luck.

Managed to run into a Junker Gunboat somewhere in there, whom I lulled into a sense of security with my poetic ways, in addition to sharing with you all a little insight on the ways of Rogues.

Lots of transports nixed, doubt any will even make a blip on the evening news.

Oh yes, and a passing convoy of [USI] or whatnot tipped me two million credits. Need to keep an eye on those fellows.

-Chambers out.

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Durandal... Who in the nine blazes is that I wonder.

Oh well, no matter. Just... Oh well. Good job for smacking him across the gob Gopher. Even if he is a nutter.

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