Gater’s personal log 3015.7.12.1100ST(Ship Time):
What a treasure trove! I'm no expert, but these are the largest, purest gems I've ever seen! And the prices! It's almost like stealing!
But even at that I didn't have enough credits to fill up with the best stuff. The bulk of what I got is either medium grade or small in size. But no matter I should net triple my credits on this one run. Well, I've a long run home and they made it clear that they want me to come back real soon. They even told me what goods to bring this time.
The Slow Boat to China labored to clear the atmosphere and leave the planets gravity well. She wasn't even outside of the moons orbit before trouble happened. Four ships on an intercept course apparently from the inner astroid belt were closing in fast. Steve knew now that the outpost didn't operate a space patrol, the fighters were only for planet side protection. Out here he was on his own, and with no guns no shield and no armor in a slow ship!
Steve disengaged the engine and waited while they matched his course and speed.
"Follow!" was all they said.
He had no choice and followed them into the asteroid belt, all the way desperately trying to think of some way out of this with his life. When they landed in a bay on a large asteroid and it was pressurized, they came in to get him. They drug him out and pushed him ahead down a corridor to a cell.
Well at least they didn't shoot me immediately. I will probably end up a slave in some illegal mine somewhere, but at least I'll be alive to try and escape. Damn you Jason Thurston! You knew, in fact you probably work for the pirates not the planet! The planet doesn't advertise because then the pirate trouble would be advertised as well and no one would ever come. At least this way you occasionally get fools like me to bring you stuff.
It was a surprisingly short time before they came back and drug him from the cell back to his ship. The cargo door was open, and all of the containers had been opened. About half was gone. One of the man slammed the cargo door shut and turned to Steve.
"Tax. Leave now!"
Steve was pushed into the cabin and the door shut behind him. Soon he heard the chamber depressurizing and shortly after that the main door opened again. His comm came to life:
He didn't need to be told twice. He lifted and spun the ship on it's axis then eased it out of the door. There were a couple of ships waiting for him outside so he didn't waste any time leaving the area. They trailed until he was outside of the orbit of the gas giants.
Gater’s personal log 3015.7.12.2105ST(Ship Time):
I don't believe I'm alive. I don't believe I'm free! And the strangest thing is they left me some cargo. Probably none of the good stuff. But why? They could have had it all and they sure didn't seem like a para military group, just pirates. Why not just kill me? ... Of course, they want me to come back. If no one ever comes they can't steal anything. If they kill me I don't come back. If they send me away with a loss, I don't come back. They've probably tried both of those before. But if I make a profit, maybe I will return for them to rob again. No wonder there were no other traders coming here. If I belonged to one of the exclusive trading guilds I probably would have been warned. In fact that is probably why Jason Thurston (if that's really his name, which I doubt) chose me. I'm not in a fancy guild so I wouldn't know. Jason Thurston if I ever see you again you are going to pay!
Posted by strailon Friday, December 21, 2012 @ 00:00:00 UTC