Scrounging
07 Sep 2020Tharrn
Mortimers Charm, Kinesi system"Fish. What about fish?"
The discussion had been going on for thirty minutes and Zahariel was getting frustrated. "No can do, Sir!" the clerk stated matter-of-factly. "The plague is spreading to the system and our great leader has decreed..." Oh, Randomius. Not this crap again... "Algae?" Zahariel interrupted him brusquely. If he let him go on the clerk would praise the high and mighty leader of CIDE for minutes. The interruption sent the clerk off track. He inhaled and shook his head. "I have some tons of beer only." Good. Beer would do for Milanov and his men for starters. It wasn't exactly what they were after but it would give Zahariel some time to find better stuff.
"I take the beer and the mission to deliver onehundredandeighty units of animal meat to Union then" Zahariel stated punshing his orders into the holoscreen at the desk. The clerk squinted. He sensed that something was amiss, but the beer was on sale and the mission to support their allies in Union had clearance from the state police. There wasn't much he could do. "The cargo will be loaded within an hour. The "Behemoth" at berth 32 it is?"
Zahariel nodded and confirmed the orders with a retina print. He'd text Milanov on the way to the ship. A tragic pirate attack leading to the loss of onehundredandeighty units of animal meat was bound to happen.