Rogue Huntress

[Tenacity]

<... Location: Barrier Gate Station, Coronado System, 0812 Hours ...>

Aki stared intently out the bridge viewport from her command chair as the Bastet slowly pulled in to moor with Barrier Gate Station. The ship was almost out of fuel and food, and while she didnt like having to resort to dealing with freelancers, it was the only station they could reach before being dead in the water.

Mathews looked over at her, "Shame negotiations didnt go better with the Council, I dont like having to resort to resupplying at places like this..."

Aki nodded, "All the Council wanted was another ship to add to their civil war, that isnt what we're out here for. I dont like this any more than you do, but we're running on empty right now. Do we have anything in the cargo bay we can trade off for supplies?"

Mathews picked up his datapad from the armrest of his chair and scrolled through the ship's cargo manifest, "We've got a few boxes of Tobacco and Wine that the Council gifted to us... there's two crates of personal firearms we could part with, we already have more than enough for our security personnel. There's also about half at on of scrap metal we've pulled in from our attackers, our maintenance crew have pulled everything of value out of those ships to repair our own."

Aki sighed, they might be able to get by on that much trade, but it wouldnt get them far. She turned to the tactical officer, "Tac, keep all weapons hot and shields up while we're here, I dont want any surprise attacks on the ship." She turned back to Mathews, "Get a security detail together, we're going stationside to barter for some supplies"

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Aki gazed across the plaza at the center of the station, squinting her eyes to see through the thick haze of smoke that filled the room. Mathews glanced at her with a disgusted look on his face, "Smells like booze and vomit..."

She motioned to the security personnel to form a defensive wall around her and Mathews, and proceeded towards one of the shops. The guards kept a tight formation, both to conceal Aki from public view and to block any surprise shots that might be fired their way.

Aki approached the shopkeeper, who was decidedly of Bretonian origin. He smiled at her, revealing crooked and blackened teeth, with a breath almost as bad as the stench that filled the plaza. "Welcome to me shop, lass, what kin I do fer ya t'day?" He bellowed with a thick accent.

She tried to refrain from showing signs of displeasure at his general appearance and smell, "I need supplies for my ship, MOX and synth food."

The shopkeeper beamed, "Luck'ly fer ye I got just whats ye need! Ye payin in creds or trade?"

"Trade, we've got Tobacco, Wine, and a half ton of scrap metal." She almost gagged as she caught another whiff of his breath.

The man scratched his beard and thought to himself for a moment, "Not much eh? Fer that I could give ya a ton'f each, MOX 'n synth."

Mathews nudged her and whispered, "Admiral, that wont even get us two systems away..."

Aki sighed and looked back to the shopkeep, "I'll throw in one crate of military grade personal sidearms," She motioned at the laser carbines her guards were holding, "Just like these, if you triple the MOX. One ton of synth should hold us over, but we need more fuel."

The man grumbled a bit to himself while inspecting the weapons her guards were holding, "Oy... arright then, which port ye at? I'll 'ave the fuel pumped over."

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