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”Fine, get the subspacers to tag along, we are leaving the area.” Stating so, you fall fully in your chair. This was a victory, if nothing else, but it does leave a bad taste in your mouth, after all, when you fight, you always bloody the enemy.
You watch as your fleet struggles to maneuverer to a safer area, looking for a gap with little to no asteroids, a perfect terrain for your forces. One thing of note would be the solar flare, you able to witness it in its full glory. It is a beautiful, if deadly, sight.
Finally, you reach a location in which you are not at risk of an asteroid slamming into you and ending your illustrious career before it got to fully bloom.
The two merchant ships stumble and bumble as they follow your fleet. They are now entirely at your mercy, and they know it.
“Comms, contact the merchant captains.” You half-heartedly command.
It does not take long for the two voices to once again be heard.
“Your lordship.” Both the man and woman say at once.
“Now that we are in a safer zone, I have questions. You will answer them truthfully and quickly, am I clear ?”
“Yes, your lordship.” The two respond at the same time.
“First of all, what the hell are you doing here ?” You are quite confused as to why these people are in such a hostile system.
“Plying our trade. With the system so unstable, it has made it extraordinarily easy for us to extract rare ores, and getting common ores is as simply as simply plucking an asteroid, and we already made a profit.” Responds the man.
“How come you had no protection ? These lands are not the safest, especially considering the pirate dominance.”
“Most escort forces have pulled back to guard their own territories. Whatever local mercenary forces that had existed were tiny compared to the pirates, and they have either joined up, been exterminated, or they simply quit these lands.” Says the woman.
“With great risk, comes great reward.” Pipes up the man. “With the pirates rampaging, trade isn’t doing too well, so naturally the prices skyrocket.”
<span class="mu-b">Dying for greed. These people are merchants through and through.</span>
“There was a comm signal in the system that we intercepted. You have any idea where in came from ?”
“No idea, your lordship.” Succinctly responds the man.
You start to think:
>”I have more questions.” (Write in)
>”I have no more questions, let us leave this accursed system.”
>”I have no more questions, we’re to explore further. Find the pirates, find the signal.”
>(Write in)
You watch as your fleet struggles to maneuverer to a safer area, looking for a gap with little to no asteroids, a perfect terrain for your forces. One thing of note would be the solar flare, you able to witness it in its full glory. It is a beautiful, if deadly, sight.
Finally, you reach a location in which you are not at risk of an asteroid slamming into you and ending your illustrious career before it got to fully bloom.
The two merchant ships stumble and bumble as they follow your fleet. They are now entirely at your mercy, and they know it.
“Comms, contact the merchant captains.” You half-heartedly command.
It does not take long for the two voices to once again be heard.
“Your lordship.” Both the man and woman say at once.
“Now that we are in a safer zone, I have questions. You will answer them truthfully and quickly, am I clear ?”
“Yes, your lordship.” The two respond at the same time.
“First of all, what the hell are you doing here ?” You are quite confused as to why these people are in such a hostile system.
“Plying our trade. With the system so unstable, it has made it extraordinarily easy for us to extract rare ores, and getting common ores is as simply as simply plucking an asteroid, and we already made a profit.” Responds the man.
“How come you had no protection ? These lands are not the safest, especially considering the pirate dominance.”
“Most escort forces have pulled back to guard their own territories. Whatever local mercenary forces that had existed were tiny compared to the pirates, and they have either joined up, been exterminated, or they simply quit these lands.” Says the woman.
“With great risk, comes great reward.” Pipes up the man. “With the pirates rampaging, trade isn’t doing too well, so naturally the prices skyrocket.”
<span class="mu-b">Dying for greed. These people are merchants through and through.</span>
“There was a comm signal in the system that we intercepted. You have any idea where in came from ?”
“No idea, your lordship.” Succinctly responds the man.
You start to think:
>”I have more questions.” (Write in)
>”I have no more questions, let us leave this accursed system.”
>”I have no more questions, we’re to explore further. Find the pirates, find the signal.”
>(Write in)
