Prologue

As usual, a job went wrong. Bad timing, wrong people, the classic things that can cause some issues in getting the final paycheck. It seems the client wasn’t so trustworthy after all, and they believed they could pay the smuggled weapon crates with few bullets on the heads of the crew. Quite annoying for the crew of the Drunken Bitch – after all, it was another wasted job with a run for their lives – but maybe went a little worse for the client. Probably they didn’t like the explosives planted in the crates, nor the way their ships popped like little balloons in the cruel space. Hey, it was only a safeguard, no one knows what can happens in this sort of trades.   The rest of the criminal fleet tried to pursue the little blockade runner through the entire system, but their hope to get some revenge vanished in a matter of few hours: a class IV warship, weapons charged and all, interrupted the party, stopping and scattering the criminals. It seems the Icons are capable of smile, after all. The crew discovered the warship was looking for them, the captain giving them a little data chip and a great amount of Birr. “Master Rhouani’s gift. And a job for you. Fly to Melik, don’t look back. Once there insert the chip on the ship’s computer. And you will receive more details. Master Rhouani is sure you will accept this generous offer”