SBC Radio One: Repairs

[Bazza]

Evangeline stares for a moment, pondering her reply.

Gun? No.

Guns? Yes.

Wave some boobs in their face and they're like trained puppies.

Works with credits, too, actually.

Outside, the lumbering freighter entered the now-open airlock. In a repeat of the events surrounding their employers' CSV, the blast doors close tight and the room is pressurised.

From within the confines of the ship, a number of equally lumbering gentleman evacuate, greeting their new environment with a mixture of displeasure and suspicious inquest. Whilst all bearing their own unique features they bore one thing in common - the unmistakable aura of a thug.

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