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Mason creeps through the dark, concrete hallways until he reaches the main warehouse area – the place that served as the primary dance floor the night before. He shines his flashlight around and calls out in his most friendly tone of voice, hoping to find someone who may be able to help him. No answer.
The pitch black innards of the warehouse make it difficult to see more then a few feet infront of him. A couple straggling beams of sunlight find their way through holes in the roof, but they barely illuminate even the smallest area of the large, cavernous room. The floor is littered with garbage and refuse from the night before.
Mason hears something stir in one of the smaller rooms that branch off from the main warehouse area. As he approaches cautiously, he can hear subdued groans of pain coming from inside. He shines his flashlight into the room. It lands on the writhing body of a junkie, who lays in the fetal position in a pool of blood.
Well, you found somebody, but it’s doubtful that he’ll be of any help to you. The more likely story is the other way around. He looks severely wounded, and from the way the blood continuously pours from his stomach, you’d guess it was recently. What do you do?
Cut and Dry
“As you know, the Megacorporate dipshits of the Megaplex maintain dozens of mining operations and mineral farming facilities here in the Barrens,” DeAngelo continues, “Three days ago, one such mining installation ceased transmitting data to the corporate communications relay station outside the of Den. The mostly likely story is a malfunction in the transmission array that sends communications and data to the relay station, which in turn sends it to the administrative facility inside the ‘plex. Needless to say, the techs over at the relay station outside of town are getting anxious, and so they’ve turned to me. With all the bandit activity in the area, and the way the tribals have been acting up lately, they’re looking for a crew that can escort one their engineers to the mining facility, so that he can hopefully restore the communications between the installation and the relay station. It’s a baby-sitting gig.”
He pauses to chomp on his cigar and inspect the reactions of the three mercenaries sitting across from him.
“I estimate it’s a three day job. One day to the mining facility, one day there, and one day to get back. No more, no less. The pay is a flat 8,000 creds.” he shoots a glare to the three, “And don’t even start with that haggling bullshit. You should be happy I’m considering you for the job at all. I’ll give you 1k now, to get you off your feet. Upon completion of the job, you’ll get the other 7k.” He grins slightly, his pale white eyes glistening in the neon light of the bar. “And just to show you I’m not a bad guy, I’ll let you take one of my rides.”
“So, what do you say ladies? We got a deal, or what?”
Here’s the lowdown. You’ve got to escort a corporate engineer to a mining installation that’s recently stopped transmitting data to a nearby communications relay station. The engineer will then restore the transmittion array. Once that’s done, escort the engineer back to the Den and collect your pay. Sounds simple enough…right?
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