Civil War and bleak opportunites
04 Dec 2015Jim Beaumont
So with two local factions at each others throats, opportunities seemed a little limited. I took the offer of Combat Bonds, and made a good sum from it. But it was just chaos out there, you'd think that if a faction was wanting to win, they would organise their efforts but no. Almost like every man for himself, and when so much is going on, you just can't work alone in that environment. Well, least I can't.So it was back to the station, and I spotted a large ship docked having his cargo logged and sold. Turns out it was a whole load of metals. I tracked the chap down at the tailors getting a new flying suit. Well, at first I thought it was a chap. Turns out flying suits don't do much for a womans figure. She takes off her cap and all this hair tumbled down her back. Woooaahhh wasn't expecting that!
'Hello their Ma'am, I'm curious as to where you picked up all that metal. I'd like to make some use of your source if you don't mind. Lovely ship by the way.'
'Well hello there Sir, it is a lovely ship, and no, your not having my source.'
'Ah. Look I'm not looking to run you out of town or anything. Just wondering where you may have come across it all thats all. I have a man who is always looking for the unusual, offers a few jobs here and there for good money. he might be interested in buying some of that for shall we say 'above stock' prices.'
'Not one for giving up are you Cmdr.'
'I like to think I'm one for looking out for each other. Especially in times of turmoil.'
'Oh the galant Cmdr.'
Sarcastic cow.
'I could just as easily follow you, and then I'd know.'
'Well do it then'. And she leaves with her tailors docket in hand. I saw she turned left out of the Tailors Office, and down the corridor. Only one place she was going, the Bar! Gotcha.
A quick sprint down the corridor opposite to the Commodities Office, a short and payed chat with Gincha, and it's all mined and refined.
It was a lot quieter than last night in the bar. And calmer. I sat next to her as she chatted with the barman.
'Doombar please, and what the Cmdr with the new suit wants.'
'G & T please. Persistant son of a aint you.'
'Wrong foot love. I'm not wanting to mug you. Or nick you mining source either.'
'Mother ff ...' I thought I was going to be wearing the G & T at that point.
'Wooooahh easy tiger .... I'm a good un, ask anyone here, they'll tell you.'
Just looked to the barman, he nodded.
'Ok so you now know what. Not where.'
True.
'I'm pretty sure if it's local, there is plenty for us both. Not much mining goes on in this system. Trust me. And if someone hits the glory load, it'll not be quiet for long. So my reckoning is, we work together and milk it big time before the Commodities Office leak it out. How the hell do you think I know it was mining you have been up to.'
'Mother ff ... ' I got the G & T this time.
'Looks like your going to be following me again then ... Keermanderrr'
Sarcasm again. I think she likes me!
I went to the refitters and ordered up some changes to the Python for mining. 7 hrs later, it's ready and she is leaving again having returned with another load.
Cmdr Beaumont (feeling loved!)