The Chase Begins
21 Apr 2020Creamy Goodness III
“If they don’t fit” said the consultant “Your welcome to return with the lady in question and..”“Oh there will be no need. I have an uncanny eye for such details. The shoes and dress will fit her perfectly and I thank you for your prompt service” said Creamy.
He paid the bill with gratuity, took the packages from the assistant with a smile and left the consultants' lounge. His new bespoke flight suit felt good, not at all like the off-the-peg number he’d been using and he was glad to have had that disposed of. A new suit to go with his new ship; Creamy had wanted a Clipper but the trouble in Robigo had meant he had to leave before getting enough capital behind him for an investment of that size.
The hanger doors opened and Creamy looked at his new ship. A Krait MkII sat there shining under the banks of lights fresh from the attentions of the station engineers. The Prismatic Shields were installed and the name was painted on. A Knight of Goodness was about to make its maiden voyage to Citi Gateway.
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The Bosun rubbed is stubbly chin as he blankly stared at the image holo-image of Nerys. A thin wire from his old temple implants linked him to his storage unit.
“No sir, we don’t know her. The Robigo cartel said that Goodness always had skirt on his arm. He’s an easy mark for a pretty face if that’s gonna help”
The ex-admiral didn’t look impressed, and causing him to be unimpressed usually leads to someone getting maimed. The Bosun hurriedly imparted all the information he had at his disposal hoping to hit on something the pirate lord would find useful.
“I’ll have the locals at Robigo find out what ships they arrived on and see if we can pick up the trail that way. Goodness didn’t leave in his Cobra, we’ll keep track of that in case he calls for it…”
“I didn’t ask about the imperial fop Bosun” Interrupted Pirate Lord Vengerfield “I asked about the girl. Why do I know her face?”
Mr. Fibuli had been doing his best to avoid that subject hoping the resemblance was just coincidence but he’d been running matches on his internal processor and he’d come up with a probable reason. It was a name the Bosun didn’t want to speak in front of the boss, it made him unreasonable.
“She resembles.. Um, I can’t confirm this without genetic samples of course, but she does look like.. With almost a thirty percent margin of error mind..” Bosun Fibuli swallowed hard “She looks like the Commodore sir”
Lord Vengerfield didn’t move, he just regarded the girls face with renewed interest. After a moment’s recollection, he spoke with a voice so cold it could have cracked glaciers.
“Tell Vodan to find them. If he fails to do that, I won’t fail to find Vodan myself. Thank you Bosun Fibuli, you may leave”
He left quickly because Lord Vengerfield was trembling with rage.