So this was rock bottom. Unemployment. Grabbing some loot out of Novi's stores and bailing out before the Navy sweep, Jim fled with a big pile of goodies and the knowledge it wouldn't be that good again. The shipyards at Novi had cranked out a small flotilla of craft of dubious provenance, and he knew all of them. None of them picked up his calls.
Then Skipper Leroy of the Anchor did. Skipper Leroy had a brilliant plan to make a big pile of money. Jim's Ragnar made with all speed past the Kusari blockade to the Omicrons, ready to meet up. This was going to be great.
Jim met up with Leroy, finally. He'd have his unique skillset put to use, and make a fortune out of it. It was like someone had pulled a trigger and filled him with hope. It was going to be amazing. "So, Leroy, I heard you picked up some chicks last time you were in the area."
"I don't want to talk about it. Anyway, this is the plan. Check it out."
Leroy unrolled actual cellulose-alike paper to show the pencil sketches of his plan. It was... interesting, to say the least. It also explained the new hardware he'd gotten his hands on quite nicely.
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