Storyline.....

Some fiction to help set the mood. Written by Sean Crane...

Not for the first time since he took this job, George Walton caught himself wondering what exactly he had been thinking in accepting this contract. George swore softly as he slapped down his engine throttles and masked his ships emission signatures. a slight sigh was the only noise that alerted him to the arrival of his passenger on the flight deck.

"Do we have a problem captain?" asked the neatly dressed humanoid that had just crowded (his? her? it's?) huge bulk into HIS bridge. George thought 'why can't cargo just stay fracking below' to himself for a second before replying. "Not at the moment, but if you will notice, that just happens to be a big hunk of Ta'ren patrol cruiser sniffin' around out there, and I'm pretty sure that YOU really really do NOT want to meet it's commander." 'Personally all I want to do is survive this run, get paid, and then get the hell outta this sector' thought George.

"Well, remember our deal captain, you transport me safely to haven, and your debt to the u'theran consortium is wiped clean. Fail, and there will be NO safe place for you in the universe.... if.. you .. survive"

.......CRAP! "Grab something quick ya overgrown toad. it's gonna get a might bumpy.. those fat cows have spotted us." George's hands flew over the controls as he spun the engines up to max power and prepared to RUN LIKE HELL!

Not for the first time, George wondered just how interesting things could possibly get...