“So...” I started “As you''re clearly not enthusiastic about babysitting me, I have to wonder, what did you do to get yourself stuck here?”
“I''d rather not talk about it”
“Queen look up recent history about Beth”
“Right away”
“Yes captain”
“You said that Bethany is the captain”
“Fine, just shut up” she finally gave in “I may have made a few unauthorized drug busts”
I let out a victory smile, much to her frown “Elaborate...”
“I felt something fishy about the way our tasks were distributed. Feeling the need to get to the bottom of it, I started a side investigation of my own. My latest bust revealed a few questionable connections to some higher places” she paused “The people In question were shaken, but not enough to fall down. I was suspended till further notice, but then you came along, and someone thought it would be smart to put me on this train wreck of an idea” she finally finished
“In a few minutes we''ll be reaching asteroid research station 103-26 in the Braka system”
reluctantly
Her Highness, who cloaked herself the second we got out.
If you''re wondering why it surprised her so much, I’ll tell you a little known fact: densium is a bitch to refine and ships run on raw densium. Sasquatch is a relic I found on a tomb world while doing a job. I should''ve sold it to some museum or black market dealer, but seriously who would willingly give it up.
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As for me? Well, you kill enough people, build a reputation and they send you to off some crazed warlord who burns his own people, you get used to some things, like the smell of death (Never said my life was filled with gumdrops and rainbows).
I jumped with my knife, using the momentum to aid my attack.
“Bay 32E”
Her Highness.
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“We’ve been hit. Shields at 30%. Cloaking is down”
“Dreadfully sorry, but it seems to have been hacked and turned off”
“Right away, sir. By the way we''ve received an incoming transmission: ’Helloo Jayzarr, how you doing boy, me? I’m fine, nice little scratch you gave me. I thought I’ll return the favor by blasting you into oblivion, fair trade, right?’ end of transmission”