Excerpt from the Memoirs of Captain Daedalus Nine-Tails
The last few months have been tough. Lots of people need transport around Kurga/Whatever-the-Kurgans-call-it and I didn’t mind the extra cash too much. I didn’t get shot at as much working the transport business…although there was that one sathraist who tried to hijack us. Truth be told I really wanted to get away from this war zone, no rich pirate worth jacking was gonna hang around ships with this much firepower, and since the guild made me a Killroy I thought it was kinda my duty to actually do something about the pirates out there…that, and I had a reputation to live up to (not that the reputation is true, mind you). But I wasn’t gonna stop coming back till I got paid. Apparently the Kurgan nobility/government or whatever jackasses that are holding this people together don’t deal in Firebirds…so the higher ups had been sending along something to reimburse me for going through with my job of fetching a lost luxury liner back and, you know, fighting off the DEMON WEILDING ANTINOMIST WHO STOLE IT. You’d think these people would have been appreciative. Let it be known that Daely and his crew never give up on a job, even if it would make a symbiot piss his pants…is that even possible? Doesn’t matter, but it is equally important that it be known that Daely doesn’t work for free. But while I waited, there was no need to put on airs and pretend I wouldn’t make money the simple old fashion way that a man with a ship makes money (and no, I don’t mean pirating). I mean picking up fares. A regular Space-Taxi. People will pay quite a bit to get out of a war zone. And the Muster aren’t shy about offering a little Alexius head, as they call it, to send their guys in either. And there was that one special case. The guy is still with me actually…basically a member of the crew at this point. Some Hawkwood noble offered me enough money to go off course and pick him up off his own private rock…I am not speaking in the vernacular here when I say rock… some mining operation, I knew it was a shitty back-water world because it had a number in the name. Mansk-1 it’s called. Well, the guy has a cook with him, and Speedy and I are glad to be eating well again. I thought for sure I was going to lose my figure. As long as he continues to pay, or becomes an asset in-and-of himself, he can stay.
Somehow watching all these ships appear here out of that big purple disk, caressing the apparently golden statuette of a
It had been a day not too much unlike the others sometime last week when it all started. Pick up a pack of refugees; drop them off, head back. The Muster had stopped asking for rides in…I find that kinda odd now that I think about it, but more on that later. Sometime between worlds, Polly, the ship’s new navigational think-machine, notified me that the Kurgans had my payment and that I would be contacted once I landed at the spaceport. More cloak and dagger…it’s not like I didn’t expect it, I mean we only saved a crew of
After dusting off the noble who stepped out of the ship a moment too soon, skipping niceties, and ignoring the Ego Slips of the normally well composed priest friend of mine, I waited patiently for the cloak to show…I was hoping whoever they were was going to leave the dagger out of it. Speedy headed instantly to the bar, with the noble tight on his…can one call them heels…talons? The engineer stayed in the engine room, cuddling no-doubt. The rest stayed with me to catch up on old times and news. Our “Brother in Arms” showed up and I was surprised to note that he wasn’t wearing his armor. Upon this revelation I immediately took it upon myself to punch him in the shoulder rather hard. Why? Because I knew it wouldn’t hurt for once, and I didn’t think I’d get another chance. It wasn’t too long before I had to radio out to the surely half-drunk speedy to get his tail-feathers back to the ship because the cloak and, yes, dagger had finally showed.
Her garb wasn’t exactly revealing…but nothing could hide those hips. Our escort (no, not that type of “escort”) to the
Our ship wasn’t allowed to take us the whole way…so we were transferred to a shuttle and taken the rest of the way toward – blah blah, holy, blah, important, your lucky – blah. I could tell she was warming up to us because she didn’t throw a knife at me when I made a sexist innuendo. The rest of the crew had trouble containing their mirth, she however either was more practiced at it, or otherwise didn’t see the humor.
There was either a religious pilgrimage of some sort or perhaps an all-you-can-eat ice-cream social near the large dome/observatory to which we were transported. We were greeted by a noble…I think he was a noble…could have been a Spy-Lord…but probably just a noble…although he did seem to know a lot…doesn’t matter. He was very hospitable and, I think, a good example of what a
He explained very rationally that they did not operate with civilized currency…he didn’t put it that way but it’s true enough. Anyways he paid us with an apparently golden
After the initial startle, everything was calmed down but the awkwardness would not leave so easily. She returned us to our ship where we discovered that the “kick me” sign that we all had hung around our necks was now stamped on my ship…hmmm. We flew back and this time we were not shot at. Before leaving, I attempted the bow that is their custom to our new friend the
Captain Daedalus Nine-Tails