The start of something grand.

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“PRICE! GET OUT OF BED! NOW COME ON I DID IT! I FRAKING DID IT!” Issac screamed pounding on the door to Richards quarters.
Richard rolled out of bed and made his way to the door.
“What are you going on about! It's four in the morning Shaw, I want to sleep!” He opened the door and Isaac ran into the room and started throwing opening drawers and cabinets.

“Where did you put it! I know I gave it to you! I know its here somewhere!” he screamed tearing the place apart.
“ISAAC! CHILL THE HECK OUT!” Richard demanded slapping him across the face. “What is going on that you woke me up at four in the morning and are tearing my room apart!?“
“Ya remember that guy we met at the bar last night? the Junker? I started talkin' to him again after you left. When I mentioned that we were looking for a way off the rock he said he had two ships he was trying to sell! We worked out a payment plan and I just bought us a Startracker and a Rhino. Richie, we are getting off this dump! Just help me find the damn pistols!”

Richard stood there a minute his jaw hanging open, he knew this all sounded to good and that something had to be seriously wrong. “Isaac... I have a incredibly bad feeling about this... how much money did you agree to pay?”
“200,000 credits but we have three months to pay for it all! We'll be able to make it up in no time!”
“TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND!?!? Isaac! Those ships brand new are aren't worth half of that! And you can bet nothing from a Junker is in the same shape it would be from the shipyard!” Richard screamed
“I know! But damnit Richie! We've got to get off of this rock somehow, we're both broke, our parents our broke, nobody is gonna sell us two ships in any sort of decent condition we have to take this chance.”


Three weeks later

“Freistadt this is the Independent Trader Convoy Delta 42-2600 requesting permission to dock.”
“Rodger Delta Convoy 42-2600 this is Freistadt, you are clear to land.”

“See Richie, I told you we'd make it with out any problems.”
“My engine reactor almost melted down three times, the life support system is hardly working so I've been freezing my nuts off this whole time. Not to mention that if that Bretonia gunboat had not come along when it did those corsairs would have taken our cargo and sold us into slavery. But sure Isaac you were right, no problems at all.”

the two exited their ships and walked into the bar. Neither one of them in any reasonably presentable state, they had just spent three weeks in ships that shouldn't have been able to make the journey from Freeport 4.

“Look we'll sit here order a couple drinks while they unload the mining machinery and then we will go see if we can't load her up with something else.” Isaac said sitting down at the bar and ordering two drinks.
“It had better be something worth more then this, if we keep this up Isaac we aren't gonna make the deadline to pay back that Junker we still are only half way there.”
“Yeah I know, We'll figure something out Richie don't worry so much.

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