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.:j:. Junker Congress Tales

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.:j:. Junker Congress Tales
Offline Hawk
03-29-2012, 09:13 PM,
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Mac emerged from the airlock into the corridor of Trafalgar Station. Trafalgar is home to thousands of Junkers, as well as traders, scammers, loan sharks, and just about anyone else who would not find themselves welcome in a market on New London. As Mac turned to survey the people swarming about, she shot a glance to the man walking through the airlock behind her, '€œTake care of yourself Sparks,'€ she called to him, '€œkeep your head down, but don'€™t forget to enjoy the ride.'€

He turned toward her as he walked in the opposite direction, '€œThanks for the ride Mac, stay safe out there.'€

Mac walked down a few more large corridors to a small pub. It was quiet and not very well lit inside, but she preferred this to the larger nosier establishments on the station. There were people in dark corners making quiet deals. Most of them did not appear to notice her as she walked up to the bar. She ordered a stout and took a seat in a booth. She sat back and surveyed the area around her. It had been a long time since she had been to Trafalgar. She had not even spent much time in Bretonia in recent years. She primarily stayed in Liberty. Between the fact that her welcome was wearing thin with a few members of the LPI and her general hunger for adventure, she decided to seek a change of scenery. As she sat in the booth staring into her drink, a man walked up and slipped quietly into the booth across the table from her.

'€œWell, your punctual. I'€™ll give you credit for that.'€

'€œWaiting too long is not good for anyone. You tell me where and when, and I'€™ll be there.'€

'€œThat'€™s what I hear about you. You carry with you a reputation of being quite dependable.'€

'€œWell, not everyone likes my methods, but I get the job done.'€

'€œI'€™m not too interested in your choice of methods. You don'€™t create a commotion, that'€™s the part I like.'€

'€œThat'€™s how I like it. So, what have you got for me now?'€

'€œI like what you brought from Liberty. Goods we don'€™t see here very often and I can pay you well for them. I can pay you ever more for some other things if you'€™re interested and not unwilling to take on a little danger.'€

'€œWell, as much as I say I'€™d like to settle into a safe and easy life, it just doesn'€™t seem to be my lot. What exactly did you have in mind?'€

'€œWell for starters I'€™ve got some wine that needs to go to New London. It will be unpopular on New London because it was made in Gallia, but there are those who will pay well for it as it is of the finest quality.'€

'€œGallia huh? Just how did you come by that if I might ask.'€

The man responded in a very pompous Bretonian accent, '€œIt'€™s probably best you didn'€™t ask, but we certainly didn'€™t PAY for it if that is what you were wondering.'€

'€œThat'€™s fine. As long as I'€™m not helping promote the Gallic economy we can work together.'€

'€œGood, very good. I'€™ve got 480 crates. That should about fill your ship.'€

'€œMake it 450.'€

'€œOnly 450? Are you that determined to cut profits here?'€

'€œMake it 450 and give me about 30 crates of food, simple stuff, non perishable.'€

'€œOh yes, I'€™ve heard that about you as well. So be it. I'€™ll have it transferred to your ship at once. Once you land on New London, we have people that will come unload it. They have already made the necessary bribes to get in and they will handle the rest. What you do with the rest of your cargo is up to you.'€

'€œOk, I'€™m guessing you'€™ve already got something lined up after that.'€

'€œBut of course. You don'€™t think I'€™d send you all the way down to New London just to deliver some wine. It'€™s good money, but there are larger issues at hand. When the crew unloads the wine from your ship they will pass you an address along with the documentation. It'€™s a small establishment on the edge of the spaceport, not too unlike this one. You'€™re contact will be waiting for you. He'€™ll know you when you get there.'€

'€œAny idea what he'€™ll be offering me?'€

'€œWell, the cargo will be considerable smaller that what you'€™ll be carrying this time, but it will be much more valuable and much more important.'€

'€œOk, good enough. When can I leave?'€

'€œWe'€™ll have your ship ready for you in about an hour. I image that you'€™ll want to rest a little before getting started. Enjoy your drink.'€

'€œWell, you do have a great stout here, I have to say. Definitely beats Liberty Ale.'€



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.:j:. Junker Congress Tales - by Hawk - 10-10-2011, 09:35 PM
.:j:. Junker Congress Tales - by Hawk - 03-12-2012, 03:58 PM
.:j:. Junker Congress Tales - by Hawk - 03-29-2012, 09:13 PM
.:j:. Junker Congress Tales - by Hawk - 03-30-2012, 01:46 PM
.:j:. Junker Congress Tales - by Hawk - 04-03-2012, 06:14 AM

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