They all sat down, and listened, while Alexandra began to tell her story.
She started out slowly and was hesitating:
- Three weeks ago... we were on a routine flight from Omicron Theta - Freeport 9 to Freeport 5 in Omega 41. We were mainly transporting supplies, and personnel between stations, as you know, we Zoners chose to live on the edge...literally.
During our flight through Omicron Gamma, we landed for a pit stop at Planet Crete. This was not what we'd usually do, because we don't really fancy being around Corsairs - can't trust the lot... but some of the ships in our convoy had their radars completely messed up when we flew through the gas cloud, at Sector D3 according to the nav map.. it started right when we entered the system. We agreed to check our equipment and ships just in case. Corsairs gave us permission to Land.
- The scans and maintenance procedures took half a day, and some of us spent their time hanging out in various bars and checking on equipment, around the base. Space traveling is a hideous affair and i don't blame the men and women wanting to relax... Â but generally, we Zoners have learnt to be sharp all the time.
- So i was having a sidewinder in this one bar, when one of the cargo loaders of our train, named Jason, came at me...he seemed to be panting and looking over his shoulder all the time.. he said something about what he had ran into.. at the local commodity trader. Apparently, while making his visit to buy provisions, he had witnessed an on going argument at the bay. The Trader was being threatened by another man, don't know for sure if he was a corsair or not... over something. This guy was wearing a black flightsuit that you don't certainly see Corsairs wearing. It seemed that he was demanding something that looked like a small cube, from the Trader.
- The trader refused, and pulled his sidearm, pointing it to the other guy's chest, but he was faster than that.. a fight ensued and the men started hitting and kicking each other..eventually falling on the ground. While they were at it, Jason saw that the cube fell off from the Trader's hands on the floor around the corner..and..well, his curiosity overcame him, so he went, stupid boy.. and grabbed the cube for himself. When the two men fighting noticed what had happened, they forgot their own grievances and ran after Jason.
CONTINUED . . .
She started out slowly and was hesitating:
- Three weeks ago... we were on a routine flight from Omicron Theta - Freeport 9 to Freeport 5 in Omega 41. We were mainly transporting supplies, and personnel between stations, as you know, we Zoners chose to live on the edge...literally.
During our flight through Omicron Gamma, we landed for a pit stop at Planet Crete. This was not what we'd usually do, because we don't really fancy being around Corsairs - can't trust the lot... but some of the ships in our convoy had their radars completely messed up when we flew through the gas cloud, at Sector D3 according to the nav map.. it started right when we entered the system. We agreed to check our equipment and ships just in case. Corsairs gave us permission to Land.
- The scans and maintenance procedures took half a day, and some of us spent their time hanging out in various bars and checking on equipment, around the base. Space traveling is a hideous affair and i don't blame the men and women wanting to relax... Â but generally, we Zoners have learnt to be sharp all the time.
- So i was having a sidewinder in this one bar, when one of the cargo loaders of our train, named Jason, came at me...he seemed to be panting and looking over his shoulder all the time.. he said something about what he had ran into.. at the local commodity trader. Apparently, while making his visit to buy provisions, he had witnessed an on going argument at the bay. The Trader was being threatened by another man, don't know for sure if he was a corsair or not... over something. This guy was wearing a black flightsuit that you don't certainly see Corsairs wearing. It seemed that he was demanding something that looked like a small cube, from the Trader.
- The trader refused, and pulled his sidearm, pointing it to the other guy's chest, but he was faster than that.. a fight ensued and the men started hitting and kicking each other..eventually falling on the ground. While they were at it, Jason saw that the cube fell off from the Trader's hands on the floor around the corner..and..well, his curiosity overcame him, so he went, stupid boy.. and grabbed the cube for himself. When the two men fighting noticed what had happened, they forgot their own grievances and ran after Jason.
CONTINUED . . .