Greed Knows No Limits

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As the freighter finally lands on Quillan, Jean Rousseau, captain of the transport, gets out of the ship and walks toward the two familiar technicians standing not far from the ship and starts talking in a low voice.

Jean.Rousseau: Mes amis, I hope the deal is still in place?
[C]-Technician.01: Oui, le cargo is ready but cash first.
Jean.Rousseau: You talk like I've ever ran away without paying!
[C]-Technician.02: You better than anyone know how risky le faveur we do for you is, so we have le right to ask for money first.
Jean.Rousseau: Alright, alright...

Pulling out his pad, Rousseau taps on the screen a couple of times and then points at the pad one of the technicians was holding as it starts beeping. Nodding calmly, the technician walks up to the freighter and guides the freighter inside one of the maintenance hangars.

After half an hour, the normal time it takes to check up a freighter, the ship moves out of the hangar, followed by the second technician.

[C]-Technician.02: Le transfer is complete, but like always, you're on your own from here.
Jean.Rousseau: No need to worry mon ami, we've been doing this for half a year now, most of the time no one even noticed the missing equipment. Oui?
[C]-Technician.02: But remember... If you do get caught, you didn't get these guns from here.
Jean.Rousseau: Oui, Oui. I know le deal well enough!
[C]-Technician.02: Très bien, bonne chance.
Jean.Rousseau: Au revoir.

As the freighter took off, Rousseau was only hoping that they can leave the planet orbit unnoticed, and after that, it was just a matter of timing to successfully move out of Gallia unnoticed.

What he had just bought from the technicians on Quillan, was two racks of Council fighter weaponry along with a set of Mark VIII standard snubcraft hull upgrade kit, and his plan was to sneak his way out of Gallia and move the gear to Barrier Gate in Coronado to sell it on black market, hoping to make a good amount of cash in the process, because after all, Gallic technology was still considered very rare in Sirius, and he knew there would most definitely be some collectionneurs or crazy freelancers who'd pay a massive amount of cash to get their hands on such weapons.

Despite how easy he thought it would be, a few hours after they had left Quillan, Rousseau received an encrypted transmission on freighter's main console;

[C]-Technician.01: Told you this time your pack is too large to go unnoticed! You'd better be more careful when going through Montpellier.

'Damn..!' Rousseau thought to himself, and thinking of possible solutions, he realized it's best to wait for a while before actually heading to Orkney, because for sure the council forces patrolling the jumphole would've had been on full alert if they gave the slightest possibility that someone might try to run away with their guns.