These are lean times for free traders in the Endiku system. The party has been lounging around the Endiku IX’s Commonwealth station for almost two weeks, and not a single freighter has rolled in with a short crew.
There’s no side-work to be had, either. The station’s tenders simply refuse to break down, and never have so many scoundrels paid their sharks so promptly and courteously. It ain’t natural.
Then, finally: a familiar face at the bar. It’s Hank “Grizzly” Collins, captain of the tramp freighter Farmer’s Daughter. A few party members have had good experiences working for him in the past. He’s gruff, but has lived up to his reputation as an honest sort.
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“Thanks for the drink, but I ain’t got no work for ya, boys.”
“But…” says the Captain, wiping foam from his beard. "I might know where a bit of decent crewin’ might be had, for capable folks.
He raises an eyebrow.
“You capable folks?”