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I make a quick mental inventory of what I know about the Hooded Cobra and her captain. The captain’s name is Kel Grata. He has a reputation as a calculating but ruthless skiff. The man is known for the especially terrible way he treats his human cargo, putting them in filthy cages like animals. He is especially reviled for his psychopathic tendencies, sometimes torturing his captives and on occasion his cargo has not reached the intended buyer in one piece. He flies with a crew of four or five on the custom-outfitted Constellation, armed to the teeth from what I understand. Last I heard, he was flying under a coalition of other snakeheads. I guess that brings some security and the prospect of larger, juicier targets. It’s strange though to find him here. I hadn’t heard of any slaver activities in the Nemo system.



“Cobra’ll be in weapons range in 30 seconds. You sure you want to do this Jace?”



The console blinks an incoming laser comm. It was the Cobra. A gravelly, bored-sounding voice comes over the speaker. “I’d like to thank you pirates for all your hard work on that transport.” – A loud hacking cough - “Now take your cargo and be on your way.”



“Open the comm, Rekks. I’ve met plenty of this type of asshole at the clubs on Spider.” He looks a little worried so I flash him a confident grin. “I only need to distract him for a couple minutes before the patrol arrives and scares him off.”



“Okay. Good luck. Comms’ open.”



I clear my throat. “Captain Grata of the Hooded Cobra, your reputation precedes you. This is Swagger of the Havik. I request a parley.”