5-161. Suffolk Small Food Court
I like it when players help colour the world, and yes, if it contradicts established or necessary canon I may need to pull it up, but otherwise I’m usually happy to let it run.
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She says, “I was working for a private merchant company on big freighters, and then they decided to invest in a fast and long-range freight route; expensive, high priority cargoes and VIPs, direct connections to systems that normally require multiple stops. They bought a mid-size high-performance ship and picked me to keep it running,” she gives a little grin, “sweet piece of kit, cantankerous though, tricky to keep tuned.
“Anyway, a ship like that is mostly engines and power plant, so there’s limited cargo room to make a profit with. I thought there was something going on to supplement the books, but I chose to not ask any awkward questions and keep my eyes and my mouth shut. Figured I could plausibly deny any involvement if things went sour. The job was too good to pass up.”
She drains her drink with a slurping noise from the straw.
“And did it ever go sour. Turned out the Legion decided to put an undercover operative aboard and meet us with a gunboat, one of the idiots who was moving illegal cargo panicked and they had a gunfight in my engineering space that finished with a dead undercover Legionnaire and a badly wounded idiot.”
She looks at Oliver, “It turns out the Legion can get really nasty with anyone and everyone involved when one of their own gets shot by some civvie. I was told that the undercover was from one of those proud military families, and the senior cluster of medals went goat-shit-crazy when he found his kid had been smeared over my engine deck. Everyone on the ship, and the senior people in the company, was charged. They made us out to be one of the most vicious gangs of cut-throats and thieves to ever ply the jump routes.”
“So there, I’m a disreputable smuggler, murderer and threat to security. As well as a potential terrorist. It must be true; the Legion said so.”
There’s definitely some bitterness there.
Oliver will listen intently, his gaze locked onto his drink as she completes her story.
“It’s unfortunate how one idiot can change your entire life like that. I can see why you’d be glad for the ticket out, that’s a substancial record against you.”
Oliver is currently pondering revealing his true story, but being hers was less direct involvement and his was completely intentional and %100 his responsibility he’s not quite comfortable with it yet.
At this point he’d like to take a look around, see what the environment is currently like, how.many people are around, if anything of interest is going on.