Thank goodness for long-range weapons and deranged business partners.

I must admit, the prospect of getting out of Finally was incredibly appealing, and I was more than willing to orchestrate something complicated and possibly bloody, but other heads (I hesitate to say cooler) prevailed. (This is of course not a reference to the ‘friend’ I picked up in the bar, who is now chilling in the SpaceFridge.) We knew that we had already caused enough mayhem to draw unwanted attention from the marshals, and being both fragile of body and non-confrontational of spirit, I couldn’t risk being a part of any swashbuckling.

Broke, save for twenty credits, we sought to rent a small transport to investigate an enigmatic blip circling the closest star. We knew that Silas’ history of gaming was not our best course for gaining the necessary funds, and learned, just as frustration crept in, of a rare opportunity to demonstrate our penchant for brilliant strategies and violent, but successful, outcomes.

We learned of a herd of undomesticated diraks terrorizing the tarmac at the closest transport field, grounding all ships and the goods on board, and knew that this was the perfect way to legitimately earn enough credits to get a little rental transport out to that blip. iZac sweet-talked all interested parties (merchants, dirak farmers, animal control officers, you name it), convincing them that we presented the only logical solution to the dirak invasion, and securing the promises of the previously mentioned parties to bestow upon us enough credits to rent a ship, and then some. The insanity and subterfuge with which this team operates stun me, but I know it’s good business.

Suffice it to say I went along for a bloody and tense ride where Kit-Kaat’s brawn and iZac’s mostly excellent driving served to round up several diraks unharmed. I managed to participate in the melee by winging one of the diraks with my blaster, and fortunately avoided any physical harm in the midst of the wild lizards’ attempted revenge upon us. Surprisingly, Kit-Kaat’s excellent (some may say ‘lucky’) enterprises yielded a few dead diraks, the bodies of which commanded a satisfactory bounty. We returned to our creditors triumphantly and emphatically, ready to secure our rental, set for our next enterprise.