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The Saga of Grendel and Goldilocks (pt. 2)

15 Oct 2017Ohgren
Here's the part where I jumped out of the corona and into the core. In a flash of stupid brilliance I decide to buy whatever they've got at the station to use as bait in the low RES. Just to make things more inaresting, you understand. I'm picturing swarms of one-shot kills exploding all around me as the cops just sit and gaze in wonder. I'll kill a few baby pirates, then sell the bait for a profit at the next system. I think the words "What could possibly go wrong?" may have even coalesced ominously in my thoughts.

So I dock at the station as they are planning and decorating for some big political shindig. Not my circus, don't care about you or your damn space-monkeys. I just want to buy me some pirate bait and go kill some of your local bad-ass wanabes. That's when I learn the system has a Terra-forming economy. All they've got for sale is shit and hydrogen. Literally. Really fine pirate bait, that bio-waste. Argh-Argh-Argh.

About that time I spot the head honcho lady, Envoy Roselyn Rowe. Ah, those deep, dark eyes. That dark purple lipstick. That stylish bowl shaped haircut. She's trying to get a party started with NO BEER. Heh! Is she lucky to have ME stop by? Hell yes! Am I lucky I'm the guy who was here to help? Ummmm, we'll see.

My first thought is to charm her enough to pay me a modest fee to fetch some party materials (Goin' back to my roots, here, heh!). Well, this boss lady wasn't going to pay jack just so her people could have a good time. That should have been a big warning. How could anybody so cold look so hot? She ended up sweet talking ME, yes, me, of all people to donate four tonnes of beer in return for her faction's undying gratitude and cordial relationships, and blah, blah, blah, wink, blah, blah, blah, fine, lady, yes, I'll go get your damn beer. Of course, being the sly one, I figure if they have no beer for their party, SOMEBODY around here must want to buy some. So sure, I'll throw in 4 free ones and sell you 188 tonnes at a profit. Heh! Heh Heh! Heh? uh, heh? um, we'll see.
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