Tales of the Mandalorians

[Dieter Schprokets]

The upstart had taken his eyes, and his Chair.

The Chair, Sagittarii would obviously keep. For now.

But his eyes, well, Sagitarii had made good on that.

Consul Bishop adjusted his view settings to the infrared frequency, and also tweaked the ultraviolet. It was bright, so he polarized the setting. All with just a thought or two.

Amazing what eyes costing 50 Million credits could do. They even looked like the old ones. Billy would have had a hard time explaining the colour change to his wife. All she knew is that Billy had been demoted. She did not know, or want to know, how. Smart girl.

"Wonder if I can get this ship to shoot by thinking 'fire rearward missiles'?"

Nah. That would be just silly.

Billy scanned the New London jumpgate. If his intel was correct...

There was the heat signature. I know that ship. And the transponder code matched the one the Hessian had provided.

"Hi, Paycheck", announced Billy. "No thugs about, I see. And isn't that ship a little small for your taste?"

A certain gentleman with a self-carved smile answered, "Look, this ship is a rental. Can you cover any damage you may do?"

Billy smiled. "Sorry, old son, but our insurer dropped us. Seems our succession planning makes us a horrible risk.."

Banter ended soon. Shouldn't play with one's food.





Not bad for a Gunboat junkie, thought Billy. Too bad for you I fly a fighter for a living.





Not bad for an old ex-Mandalore, thought Billy.

Got my eyes back, my skills back, and my ships back.

And in time, my bloody Chair...

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