Another paid mission with little to show for it. The last guy completely shot up their client’s ship upon learning that the pay wasn’t substantial enough for him, and the client subsequently fined them for damages. At least they didn’t have to fire the guy; he had quit under the delusion that he can do better than them.
This wasn’t the same story with each new iteration of their hired muscle. The team had a hard time keeping a fourth person to round their crew where they need it most: strength and stopping power. Other candidates got themselves killed (mostly out of stupidity) or quit just like this guy did. And jobs weren’t getting any easier and were growing more difficult to pursue with the maintenance and upkeep of their ship.
Perhaps this next guy will work out.
Alabaster was the home planet for the Corporation in the Haven System. The planet itself wasn’t habitable, but this gas giant was chosen for the very reason to harvest its gaseous minerals mostly for its popular property in spacecraft fuel. With the help of the Nephilim, the Corporation created six stations in orbit of Alabaster and numerically named each after the planet.
Waypoint Alpha had been the main go-to for the team on Alabaster 2. The drinks were cheap, the food was good, and the patrons kept to themselves (mainly). Kennith, Niko, and Shoshannah sat at a booth across the room from the main doors. They were enjoying a light amount of drinks and waited patiently for their new candidate to arrive.
Right at the expected hour, the doors were pushed open by a fairly large Legion that donned combat armor with a big auto cannon slung behind him. He lowered his head and both his shoulders to easily clear the top of the door frame and stood back up to visually scan the room. Kennith signaled him to their booth.
The Legion walked purposefully toward the group, greeted them, and asked, “to whom do I address the crew advert?”
“That would be me,” Shosh replied with a raised hand to return the greeting. “I’m Shoshannah.” Kennith and Niko introduced themselves as well and offered a seat. Setting his gear down, he sat at the edge of the booth and put one hand and forearm on the table and the other on his lap.
“We’re looking for new muscle,” she continued, “and we’d like to know more about you.”
Kennith added, “it’s a tough gig, and you’re definitely filling the profile.” Niko nodded in agreement.
“The name’s Kleg,” the Legion said politely. “Your crew’s advert caught my interest. I’m mostly interested in paying work and offer my services as a bounty hunter.”
“Bounty hunting,” Niko positively exclaimed. He turned towards Kennith and said, “that is most certainly a useful trait that can benefit us.”
Kennith agreed and said, “we only pursue work that nets us a positive income. While we pride ourselves with a 100% mission success rate, we’re unable to keep a fourth member of our staff.”
Shosh said with a smirk, “they usually end up being dumb and getting themselves killed.”
Kleg sat up a little and claimed, “I know I look all brawn, but I’m all brains, too. I’m very good at what I do, and I’ve yet to meet a crew that knows what they’re doing.”
Niko explained, “Then you’re in luck. We’ve been a team for about a year and work quite well together. All we need now is someone like yourself. What do you say?”
Kleg studied the team as they awaited his response. He closed his eyes and folded his arms before opening his eyes again. “I’m in.”
“Great! Welcome aboard,” Kennith said as he pulled out his tablet, tapped it a few times, spun it around, and handed it to Kleg. “Now just sign here, initial here and here, and sign down here, and we’ll sign at the bottom as well once you’re done.”
Shoshannah let out a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes as Kennith continued on the details of the contract.