My business partners and I got a job from Manticore. It started out with me sneaking into a den of slavers by disguising myself as contents of a crate. I’ve got a great crate now, complete with good lights, some exterior cameras, and plenty of space for me and 2 days of food. Oh, I got this great book on epidemiology. Despite a few requests, none of my partners want to help me with the hands on lab experiments. I’ll have to volunteer a few.
When we got to asteroid base, we dressed up in some of the minions’ clothes. I think May is sweet on me – she found me a triple extra wide uniform with barbeque sauce stains. And extra pockets on the inside.
We made two deliveries, and one pickup. There was a slaver who disagreed with out work, so I shot him. Not with a real gun, just a tranquilizer gun. You know I would never harm a fly. May was even kind enough to this guy to catch him so he wouldn’t hurt himself when he fell asleep. Such kind actions, and very experienced in ships, if you know what I mean.
We wandered back to the shuttle for our ride home, but May wandered off with some guy. I think her libido may be just a bit too strong, because she said she didn’t like slavers, and this guy definitely gave that slaver vibe to me. Whatever happened, she let our backup pilot know that she needed extra time and to leave without her. Could be a hormone imbalance, possibly caused by experiment #2. I didn’t expect this result. Have to get a blood sample.
We had a little problem leaving the base. Note: Backup pilots aren’t always up to speed on proper procedures. Good thing a Manticore ship was in the area and picked us up. Their marines looked so sharp in their battle armor, it brought a tear to my eye.