A mission, and more.
26 Nov 2018BroncoKroush
26 November 3304 - Biruni Port - NifelhelA mission was handed down today. 80 units of advanced medicines were needed to stem the spread of a viral outbreak. I took the mission in my Imperial Clipper, named the "Glass Cannon", after having my freight broker check the surrounding systems for the needed commodity. After searching, it was found in CD-44 224. The trip out and back was uneventful, and delivery made, but that's where things get....more interesting.
When my contact with the faction, the Niflhel Guardians of Tradition, was talking (long winded sonofabitch, at that), I kept getting distracted by someone in his office: A certain slave girl that I just couldn't keep my eyes off of. It wasn't just the fact that she had the potential to be quite a stunner, but the almost broken look in her eyes that said it all to me. The mission was supposed to pay over a million, but I negotiated a cut in my pay, in order to have her transferred to me, as well.
Now, keep in mind that I've been at Biruni port for months, and have a reputation as an excellent trader, and competent combat pilot. I even have a place of my own here. For the most part, Niflhel is my home, and I do what I can to support my home system. (I'll get more into that later) As such, it stands to reason that, as a single man, living alone, I would be looking for a companion. Some reason besides just to rest, to come in out of the black, because the work I do can get exhausting, especially when having to navigate around two warring criminal elements within the system.
Once we got to my quarters, which aren't palatial, but are comfortable. We sat down and I told her what was expected. I am not like the guy who owned her before. While the Guardians of Tradition are welcomed business allies, their rep at Biruni is a class A Asshole who didn't even give this poor girl a name, instead a number: 554. That had to change. I gave her a new name, Alyssa, and told her that while I expect the place to be well kept, I really want her to be her own person, develop her own personality, and look at me, not as a master, but someone who will look out for her. Space can be a brutal place, and now, we're in this together.
This could be something great for a single man working his ass off in the black.
I'll write more later
Bronco