The Liber-bug and the Molly

[Jimothy]

Part 2 - Tyler Skye - Better to remain silent and be thought a fool...

We were moored with the Essex, having unloaded some food rations and water when I got the message from Gordon. He’d met a Libertonian, in a Rhino, who was trying to earn a quick quid hauling gold to Cambridge. Gordon explained he was currently on New London, and patched me through to Remco’s comms system. He quickly asked me to find out if there was any profit in an old haulage route I flew for this Libertonian, warned me about a Molly Gunboat flying around near graves, then left. I suggested Remco buy some mining machinery, the miners on Graves can always use more, and then agreed to meet him at Graves. Carl called the crew back to the ship, and we were underway for Graves within 5 minutes. As we arrived, Remco was already there, and unloading his hold full of mining machinery. We moored up and began loading the hold with gold. Remco was discouraged by the low profits and decided to return to Liberty before we could double check any prices and see if we could find him something better, but we had other problems to worry about, so let him go.
While I was talking to the Bowex Representative on the station, Carl interrupted me with a call through on my pager. A Molly ship was circling the station, just out of it’s guns’ ranges. I signed a few papers, and headed back to the Arundell to talk to the inbr *cough*… the Molly. It occurred to me rather quickly this one wasn’t quite the average pirate, and I decided instead of taunting to him, we’d have a sensible conversation, and discuss a safe way for us to get past him. However, before I could, the dockmasters on Graves had finished loading our ship and sent us on our way. We had no choice but to butt heads with the Molly.
As luck would have it, a Bounty Hunter Gunship happened to be passing. Best luck we’ve had in a while, and in my haste, I made a foolish mistake. Instead of opening a private comm line to the hunter to ask for help, I yelled out over the open comms, offering him money to dispatch the Molly Gunboat. Unsurprisingly, the Molly lept into action and attacked us.
I woke up a little while later to Carl dragging me off the smoke filled bridge onto the Essex. I wasn’t sure what happened, but it seems a metal beam came loose and hit me on the back of the head. I passed out again on the gurney the medics brought out to us.

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I was formerly know as Spiritar.

It's been a while.