After grabbing a quick bite to eat, the team returned to their ship at the port. During the trip there, Kennith wasn’t feeling well—likely from mild food poisoning. He retired to his quarters to get immediate rest.
It was getting late into the evening, and stepping into the ship reminded them of what little success they earned the past few weeks. Renewed by this job to collect a prospective bounty, they sought to make some ‘home’ improvements. Installations were expected to be delivered to their ship the next morning.
Not too long ago, they had a violent disagreement with their previous employee, Rasco Sureshot: a hot-headed Corporate that was as quick to temper as he was quick to draw his two pistols. He had a natural talent of landing his shot and—at times—multiple shots simultaneously.
However, he never felt fully compensated for his skill, and the payment from their last job resulted in the team to lose profit, reputation from their client, and components of their ship: he lost his temper, shot up the cabin of the client’s ship (including her prized artifact), gave the team the finger, and “collected” his things from their ship after destroying their kitchen, computer and medical labs, and a few workbenches.
They’re pretty sure he named himself.
Morning arrived along with different shipments of equipment that were installed: a computer lab in the foyer, a weapons and outfit workbench in the cargo hold, and kitchen utilities in the mess hall. Shoshannah also picked up a new tactical headset to be on comms with Niko and Kleg. It was still very early in the day, and Niko and Kleg were already making use of the new lab.
“Let’s start by seeing if we can find his name on any ship list,” Kleg suggested to Niko. He acknowledged and sought a node to hack.
“Here we are,” Niko said upon logging into the port authority network. He proceeded to do simple string queries for Joshua Monson. It was little time before a ship name appeared. The row blinked as he accessed the file. A manifest appeared on the screen with a short list of names, one of which was Joshua Monson. Niko pointed at his name on the screen.
“Nice,” Kleg said with a hint of excitement. He was warming up to his new companions. “Grab this ship’s name, departure time, and destination, and let’s catch this guy.”
“Already done,” he said before logging out of the node. He spun his chair around to face Kleg. ’’It’s a public shuttle that runs between here and Alabaster 5. It left yesterday at noon with an ETA travel time of two hours.’’
“Well, then,” Kennith bellowed from the upper catwalk by the crew quarters hatch. He certainly sounded better than he did last night. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go catch the bastard!”