Booze hounds united
16 Apr 2016Tarm Wallunga
There are times when I love what I do far more than I really ought to. After spending a week running around pushing the name of Felicia Winters across Alliance space, or maybe it wa Empire space, fuck I don't care - but after a week of that I'm back at it in the shipping of questionable and sometimes even illicit goods. This time for a good cause too, imagine that. Epsilon Indi's Mansfield Orbital, where I'm officially on speaking terms still, is now accepting, of all goddamn things, bribes of illicit alcohols from across the bubble in order to further lobby for the legalization of some local brew. Hah! It don't get no better than that my friends! Ho Ho a bottle o' rum and the pirates life for me, eh?I've already ran 80 tons thru the local security folks, tho some actually like me and when they do have to make a customs check, most of em like to look the other way with a friendly tip of a bottle or two of Eranin Pearl. Did get tagged with a ninety-grand fine at one point, but I laughed it off with an offer of a bottle of Leestian Evil Juice. Bastard took the bottle, and still stiffed me with the fine. Whatever. The profit on that run was over almost a half mil anyway so they kiss my ass - them and their stupid fines.
Haven't been approached by any of the commanders running around capitalizing on the runners. Not yet. I'm ready for em tho. Opportunity's legs run fast, and them four multi' will mincemeat anyone they're pointed at. Bring it on bitches. Let's dance. I'm having far too much fun with this job.
Yeah, like I said, there are times when I like what I do a bit more than I ought to. Not to mention a handful of bottles I'm nipping from each run just for my own enjoyment out in the black. Ok, ok I'll confess: the records say I turned in 80 tons already. Probably more like 79.98.