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I continue my negotiation with Captain Grata while Rekks appears to tightly grip the ship’s control sticks. “As I’m sure you can see on your scanner, we’ve got a patrol inbound. A skiff of your experience certainly understands the unwritten rules of the game. We’ve claimed this transport as our ship. There’s nothing for you here.”



“Your ship… the game?” He lets forth a guttural laugh. “Where do you think you are you little imp? I don’t think you understand your situation. I own this space.”



I can feel my calm start to slip. If this conversation were happening back on Spider, I wouldn’t hesitate to give this asshole a taste of my right uppercut. Instead I have to sit here and get insulted by this… this goddamn slaver!



The captain raises a single hand and one of his dumb thugs begins giving some animated orders to the other crew. The big ship begins its transformation into combat mode. The four big engines slide out and lock into maneuvering position. I watch as missile racks swing out, bristling with explosively tipped death. Our ship’s console acknowledges the new danger as warning alarms begin sounding, throwing a mild red glow around the cockpit. The Hooded Cobra continues to bear her fangs. Panels slide back and the turrets emerge, a faint glow illuminates the shadowy figures inside.