I've got your bullshit.
Got a nice message in my inbox as I was transiting Skeggiko O, inquiring if I would do some folks over in Bunda a favor. It seems as if a shipment of theirs went missing near me, and if I could deliver it to the Eravarenth Alliance I'd be handsomely rewarded.
Not a job for the faint of heart, they said.
Dangerous, they said.
Dropped into the coordinates and found out my dangerous cargo was... a load of biowaste. Well, a paycheck is a paycheck even if it smells bad, I reasoned.
Pulled into Faraday Ring and...
I'm here, I've got your thirty tons of steaming bullshit, where's my fucking money?
Crickets. Not a soul.
Nice. Looks like I'm the punchline to another stupid joke. I offloaded the cargo at the market and started to hose down the cargo bay with bleach. When I'm done I swear I'm gonna go back to Skeggiko O and tell a few jokes of my own with my plasma accelerators...