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"Guyshhh, you gotta shhhhee thishhhh shtuff I..." that followed by a loud thud. Mystic tried discerning the background noise to no avail. "Guess I have to do this the hard way" she mumbled. She sent an open message to all of Blak. "Anyone out there seen Borb?" she asked. "Seems crazy Borby has got himself drunk again and I need to track him down. What she didnt say was why..
She had made it a personal game to help Borb get drunk, then do something to his ship, she laughed when she remembered how upset he was to find it pink one time. She winced as she moved, her right shoulder was still bandaged under her coat. A piece of shrapnel knocked loose during the recent battle with the Vprs had lodged itself into her shoulder. "If they had wanted the damn booze all they had to do was ask, sheesh." But they had to try to arrest herself and Martin, if not for Alamar and Borb showing up it could have been worse she supposed.
She smiled at the memory, most of those guys she knew from her early days as a law abiding bounty hunter. Hell she held no malice towards them at all, they were damn good at their jobs and they didnt make it personal. Under different circumstances she could see being friends with them, shoot as much as both sides enjoyed their encounters, she supposed they WERE friends of a sort.
Bringing roid rammers from their supplier in Serco territory could be lucrative, but lately Mystic had turned her spare room into a mini storage locker. These Corvus apartments were nice and roomy, so why not have a place to keep some of the items she "acquired". The rammers were mostly for Borb, tho she had been known to indulge from time to time.
"Finally", she said as a message came in. "Oh man, he is at Tung", cursing under her breath she punched the coordinates into her nav comp. "If he got that poison in him, this is going to a very interesting evening" She herself had had a few drinks at Tung and a miner had bought her something that looked radioactive almost, Xith Sappers, they called em. Pure poison is what she called them, just a couple sips had put her on her rear and Borb doesnt know the meaning of the word sip. Sending a message to a friend that worked the Odia station, she was on her way.
Ten minutes later she walked into the small bar and saw several men trying to get Borb up off the floor, and none too gently. Unbuttoning her coat so when she moved just a glimpse of her blaster could be seen, she walked over to her unconscious comrade. Tossing the barkeep a smile and a promise to cover any damage, she knelt beside her friend. "I will take it from here boys".
She had made it a personal game to help Borb get drunk, then do something to his ship, she laughed when she remembered how upset he was to find it pink one time. She winced as she moved, her right shoulder was still bandaged under her coat. A piece of shrapnel knocked loose during the recent battle with the Vprs had lodged itself into her shoulder. "If they had wanted the damn booze all they had to do was ask, sheesh." But they had to try to arrest herself and Martin, if not for Alamar and Borb showing up it could have been worse she supposed.
She smiled at the memory, most of those guys she knew from her early days as a law abiding bounty hunter. Hell she held no malice towards them at all, they were damn good at their jobs and they didnt make it personal. Under different circumstances she could see being friends with them, shoot as much as both sides enjoyed their encounters, she supposed they WERE friends of a sort.
Bringing roid rammers from their supplier in Serco territory could be lucrative, but lately Mystic had turned her spare room into a mini storage locker. These Corvus apartments were nice and roomy, so why not have a place to keep some of the items she "acquired". The rammers were mostly for Borb, tho she had been known to indulge from time to time.
"Finally", she said as a message came in. "Oh man, he is at Tung", cursing under her breath she punched the coordinates into her nav comp. "If he got that poison in him, this is going to a very interesting evening" She herself had had a few drinks at Tung and a miner had bought her something that looked radioactive almost, Xith Sappers, they called em. Pure poison is what she called them, just a couple sips had put her on her rear and Borb doesnt know the meaning of the word sip. Sending a message to a friend that worked the Odia station, she was on her way.
Ten minutes later she walked into the small bar and saw several men trying to get Borb up off the floor, and none too gently. Unbuttoning her coat so when she moved just a glimpse of her blaster could be seen, she walked over to her unconscious comrade. Tossing the barkeep a smile and a promise to cover any damage, she knelt beside her friend. "I will take it from here boys".