Slavers Union Surprise Party!

[Gamazson]

Michelle doubts had not subsided at all during the night, but she had forced them so deep within herself that she was able to pretend that that they did not exist. Her colleagues, the other slave ship captains were all alpha type personalities who wouldn't hesitate to exploit a weakness. For now though they seem oblivious to Michelle worries.

The Captains were all sitting around a large table made out of scrap steel trading stories. Finnegan was talking the most out of anyone. It seemed that his taste buds did not have the same aversion to the slush-like Corsair protean mead that they were drinking, and was becoming chattier with each bottle. Shortly into his second re-telling of a salvage job he had go wrong Michelle's arm band beeped to indicate that a new message had arrived.

Battleship unable to make defense, the target is clear. Security systems will be taken down on your orders.
-Kolherst

Typing out a quick reply, Michelle turned to her fellow Capatins...

"Well ladies and gentlemen, its time to settle our tabs and go to work. Take some time to make sure your raider parties are in order and I will see you all at the rendezvous at 22:00"

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AKA Nexus