Twisted metal being towed by a swarm of little CSV's. Seth stared at his tangled ship and swore to himself. Rhiendland wasn't what he normally called a friendly place. Today it seemed different. Not a single bounty hunter in sight. He was even graced by the presence of a lovely miss Katharina Guntram. Seth loved a woman in uniform and this Rhiendlander wore hers well, even if she was a bit air headed. The commander of the RNC Verruckt wasn't. He slipped into New Berlin while Seth was attempting to convince Miss Guntram that the unioners in her hold would be guaranteed to never come back if they were sold to him. Stupid Stupid Stupid.
Xavier and and Deprived Gentleman got away but Seth was forced to sit here on Vieques and look at his wounded baby. An entire shipment and half his crew were dead. This was a good night to get lost in a bottle.
***
What time was it? Seth didn't know. best guess was that his life had been a haze for at least a week. Good thing he gave the bare man a thousand credits in advance because by now Seth was sure he had surpassed that. This coherent thought meant only one thing. He was sobering up. Better fix that problem.
Something black? What was this he was looking at? It had a hole in it whatever it was. Seths brain rattled the image around a bit. Black with a hole. Black with a hole. A gun? A gun! There was a gun pointed at him.
"Whoa what?" Seth haphazardly straitens himself up. "I paid you a Thousand in advance, I got more don't worry"
Seth's vision focused onto the the tall brunette holding that mean piece of engineering pointed his way. Who ever this girl was, she looked tough. An unflattering flight suit adorned with fancy BHG and SSO patches meant only one thing. Bounty Hunter.
"It would be so easy to collect the price on your head right now"
"It would be a great service to me if you wouldn't"
Without lowering her weapon the bounty hunter vixen grabs the chair across from Seth. "I want a job"
"You miss have a funny way of asking." Seth sluggishly points at her shoulder "Besides it looks like you are already employed"
"Frak that, same type of work, worse pay" She crosses her arms and leans on the table to stare the half-drunk Seth in the eye. "I want to work for you, I know you need a pilot and I don't think you will find a better candidate anywhere"
"Listen, most people who want jobs start by giving out their names. For me to even consider any of this you need to fork out some details hunter"
Pointing her gun back on target, "You are not in a hell of a position to argue with me. Besides, you already know me. But you see allot of faces don't you? They must all become a blur, don't they?"
"That and the Alcohol ain't helping either."
"Well it seems to me affter a while of doing our jobs you learn to forget, or just don't care anymore. There are only two faces I can see in my head anymore. One is you, the other is a man who was named Morgan. Of course his face isn't so hard. The last time I saw that face it was a black crater affter all."
Seth stared absolutely dumbfraked at the woman in front of him. It took a few minutes for Seth's water logged brain to remember who the broad was. Misha....missy....or something like that............
"Listen Misty....."
"Michelle"
"Right, look I have to say I am surprised to have met you again. I typically don't meet my cargo a second time"
"Third time Seth. The last time was on Vogtlant. We spent a night together, you payed my keeper extra if I recall."
"ah........yes. How is Hans?"
"Dead"
"Ah well he was an a-hole, we didn't keep in touch much"
"So do I have a job?"
"Are you giving me a choice?"
"Nope"
Seth stumbles up from the table and thrusts out his hand "Welcome to the crew of the Submissive Mistress"
