Ras Hafun, Astrokaszy... what a shit hole! Truly the
flea-bitten armpit of the universe and filled with the vermin and parasites you
would expect on a hot, backwater dust ball with the motto take by force and
hold by luck! Petty warlords who style themselves as nobility with a tenuous
grasp on law and order and far less a grasp on honour.
Our journey here on the tramp freighter Prince of Florin, a
misnomer if ever I have heard one, proved largely uneventful and Captain
Wesley, while grumbling initially at my changing the terms of our deal, proved
a competent and above all discreet skipper... Always a handy thing to know who
you can rely on once you’ve bought their services.
My fellow absconders seem keen to keep themselves to
themselves. Thornton spends most of his time with the youngster he travels with
tinkering with ‘mechs or some other bit of technology and Jakari... well, he
likes to keep his vibro-blade clean which is reasonably commendable. Still both
are interesting characters... an introvert and an anti-social narcissist. I’d
still rather have both on my side than against me.
Our meeting with The Blackshields in Ras Hafun went as well
as could initially be expected considering we walked three heavily armed ‘mechs
off of the freighter. Col. Ferguson was initially very cautious of our motives as
any good commander should be but Captain Wesley had been right, they were open
to new recruits, especially those that brought heavy firepower and a no
questions asked attitude with them.
It took a while for us to earn the trust of the Colonel and
the rest of her ‘mechwarriors but once that had been established to a fine
degree we were summoned to the briefing room and tasked with our first mission.
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