First off

8 exp to catch you up some with the others.

Now will get you started.... waiting in a bar in the maintenance area, kinda seedy, waiting to meet some one that want's a pilot.

After sitting around waiting for a while, having a few drinks, watching a bar fight... Some one calls your name. "Sera I take it?"

The voice comes from a rather tall, and odd looking construct that appears to be in her mid 20s. She is about seven feet tall, blue, and has four arms... rather than hair she has several thin tentacles of flesh amongst a handful of larger ones. "You the pilot?"

Sera looks up at the creature through a haze of cigarette smoke. There hasn't been paying work in days, and while she wasn't broke, it was best to be preventative instead of getting too comfortable. She finishes the whiskey that she's been nursing for the better part of an hour, standing up and looking over her client for a moment.

"Let me just make sure you're clear on the ground rules. I'm being hired to fly; Not to fight, not to carry, not to salute, and not to fuck." She doesn't speak harshly, but working in the unlicensed channel put everyone at risk...which meant that she couldn't count on anyone coming to her rescue if she was in over her head. "If we have a deal, then yeah. I'm the pilot."

She laughs some taking a seat, she is careful doing so... she has a tail with 3 grasping claws at the end of it that she has to get out of the way. "Right to the point, and don't ask many questions hu? I am plenty able to fight on my own,  don't care to much for formalities, and I could give less a damn who you do or don't fuck. I am plenty happy in the girlfriend department." She smiles relaxing some and ordering a drink. "Now I hear you don't really care much what the job is, if that's correct I believe we will have a deal. I hope you will even consider a spot on the crew, as much as you can call it one.  You will get a reasonable cut of the pay out and a dram or two to spend, rather it's a short hop or staying on board."

"Well, I've been a part of less savory crews, so you'll have to excuse me. I prefer to be direct." Sera sat back down, taking another drag off of the cigarette and stubbing the end out into a tray on the table. She had been more anxious to get out of the station than anything, but that was from feeling stifled, and not from trouble.

She leans back in the chair, crossing her arms as she listened to the proposal. "Well, if you were told that I don't have any ethical hang-ups about my line of work, that would be right. Since I get paid to fly, the only thing I concern myself with is flying. What other members of the crew do doesn't bother me too much as long as it doesn't interfere with that." Sera took out the pack of cigarettes in her pocket and rapped the end against her knuckles, letting one slide out into her fingers. She didn't light it right away, as just holding it sated the edge. "I'm not opposed to steady work, but I'd have to meet the rest before I could say. If that's what they're looking for, however...well, I'm not opposed to it. I don't suppose the crew is too worried about what I do as long as I fly well, right?"

She nods some and relaxes. "Well so far it's just me and one other, and you can kick his ass if he bothers you too much... I could care less, he's a pain some times." She takes a nice long drink when she gets it. "Ships the Lucid Nonsense, it's currently registered as the CCS Nervous Energy and on docking arm 5. She's a real piece of work, if you love flying you will love her, monoverable as hell."
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"Well, even if it wasn't maneuverable, I still would make a showing of it." The smirk on her mouth was infectious, but she simply nodded. It sounded like she would be out of here faster than she thought. "When do we leave, then?"

"2 to 3 days, tops. I was going to try and snag the rock, take it some where with enough juice we could turn it's quintessence back in on itself and purge the resonance. But they moved that thing to a secure quarantine vault in the science wing. The only conceivable way I can think of getting at it now is to hack the emergency system so you could use the quarantine breach purge systems to decouple the wing, and grab the whole section of the station... worry about it later. But I don't have anyone that can do that, nor do I have a ship big enough to hull something like that." She sighs. "Suppose it's for the best, the ship wasn't to happy about having that thing on board anyway... why you think it went with 'Nervous Energy' as a call sign. But I have some other deals and a plan in mind that will least make some money off this trip. I just need some more time to work them out. After that we are out of here, hopefully before something else goes terribly wrong here."

"Well, decoupling locks isn't an issue if you can make the system think it's an emergency, but you need someone who can run a deck to get something like that together." Sera set the cigarette in the corner of her mouth, the lighter slowly moving between her fingertips on one hand. "Unfortunate for you, I don't know if anyone on this end owes me any favors. If you're assembling a crew, though, you should probably find at least one person who can work keygens."

She leaned back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other as she took a more comfortable position. The talk of a "rock" was enough to raise a few flags, but true to her word, she didn't pay too much mind to the specifics. If they want her to know more, they will say more. "Sounds fantastic, then. I suppose I can try not to drink myself to death until you're ready to take that bird out...unless you're starting the payroll now, as I have nothing better to do..."

(read the first bit of the main chapter stuff... it's fairly well known that the auction is going on and what the rock is... if she hasn't hurd about it yet she would just listing to people talk)

"Oh disengaging the locks is easy.... disengaging them with out the whole segment vaporizing itself is a little harder. Like I said though... ships to small for that anyway." She lays down two credit chips "Here these are full, you will need around 150~180k or so to get all the star charts we need. You can get them from Norbit if the little rat hasn't jumped station after the bomb threat, the other 20k or so you can use to buy anything you might need yourself. Tell him I want ALL the charts he has... ALL... Including the ones with achorheads, dangerous routes, and restricted correspondence points, he might give you a hard time on it but just be presistant... let him know you know what he has and arn't leaving with out it."

(with credits 1k = about 10 US dollars)

"Huh. Okay, I can do that." She picked up the chips, pocketing them easily into her jacket pocket. Sera could have easily fallen back on her "you hired me to fly" bit, but the truth was that she was bored and the legwork would do her good. She could always go back to her squat and get high later instead of now. "There's something to be said for understanding being prepared. Guaranteed I've flown blind more than once, but I don't do it regularly...it's ugly."

She slides back the chair, ready to get on her way. "If you're going far out, you should probably think about a mechanic being on board. Pilot or not, I wasn't taught how to put them together, and I can't guarantee that I'm more comfortable with a socket in hand than you would be. I'm sure you have your basis covered, but you have no clue how many don't." Sera smirked, the cigarette shifting position.

"You have an idea of where I should be looking for Norbit at? If I were in his shoes, I doubt I'd be at home..."

"Yah, look for the big rock elemental at the stands in the promenade. And I don't need a mechanic... just more quintessence." She finishes her drink and gets up but stops to look Sera over, "Don't run off with those creds, I will find you if you try."

While talking, if you have any communication device or micro computer, you get an alert that you got mail.

"Well, I'm not a low-profile type of gal." Sera nodded, getting up as she spoke. She was used to sizing everyone up, so coming across someone who did the same to her wasn't any trouble. "I will see you in a few days, although if you need me earlier, this is the best place to start. That, or the boarded-up building south of the aeroplex...you know."

If there was nothing more to say, Sera left the bar in search of the Norbit. She had been doing her best to avoid all the hullabaloo that had been exploding down there, magick or not...crowds werent a strong suit, and neither was uncontrolled energy. Besides, she could just barely feel its presence when the pills kicked in.

She nods some setting a data chip down. "You will need this to access the ships dock. It has the proper access codes, try not to lose it... things could get messy and require a fast exit." After that she leaves with you going in her own way.

It don't take to long to find the stall it's the only one with a seven foot tall pile of rocks in the rough shape of a man standing beside it. The crowd is not as bad though as when you first arrived on the station, with news that the auction is being moved a lot of people are packing up to head moon side, while others just don't want to wonder around with all the chaos that's been going on lately.

Sera walked through the station to the pavilion, taking a more direct route than she intended. She didn't have the overwhelming rush to pick up what she needed, but there wasn't much else on her day plan...besides, getting paid and getting out into the black were on her short list. Combined with the less-packed station, she ended up arriving before she was even really aware of it. The ground just seemed to move under her feet like that sometimes.

When she spotted Norbit, she turned back around another stall to focus. Haggling wasn't really her strong suit, but having some extra money outside of these maps would save her from having to spend her own money. There was enough in her ba to get her through her trip, but that was assuming things didn't go awry at some point. Sera rubbed her eyes for a moment, sliding her sunglasses on letting her eyes adjust.

When her comm gave a small vibration in her jacket pocket, she fished it out with a raised eyebrow. Seeming as Norbit didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon, she flipped it open and scanned the contents to figure out what the alert was...

It's just some mail:

Dear Valued Customer,

   We received word from one of our many freelancers that you are from Waistland, have spent some time in the Free Lands, and lived in Magic Kingdom. This is quite interesting to us and could make both of us money. If you would be willing to submit memory scans of any unusual creatures, lifeforms, monsters, items, artifacts, locations, or the like you have encountered we would be willing to give you a fair compensation for anything that we use. As well as being paid any time we use one of your scans for making avatars, items, or to formatting a sector. We are looking for anything are designers haven't seen before and are willing to pay for information on the behavior and visuals of anything out of the ordinary. If your submission is used as inspiration you will receive modest credit and credits. Should your submission be used as a base then you will be credited in the products description and you will receive a much higher commission. If you are interested or would like more information please contact me.


                                                                         WYSIWYG,
                                                                         Savy Spice
                                                                         Astounding Avatars & Ect.

Sera smirked, closing the message but leaving it in her inbox. Her instinct to protect her identity and her her love of credits conflicted, and she decided it was best just to deal with it at a later time. Never shut a door. She finally closed her comm and cracked her knuckles, walking around the corner with her hands in her pockets and approaching the elemental.

"Norbit, right?" She peered over the glasses for a moment, giving him a nod in affirmation. "I was told to come see you about the backyards, then. Err, charts, that is. Maps."
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The large rock man shook his head and pointed to the counter. There on top of a data pad poking at some images of the solar system overlayed with that you recognition as lay lines or correspondence points is what looks rather like a flying squirrel. This one though was green and had what looked like a silver collar and a silver antenna with a little round sphere of silver on the tip. It turned looking over its shoulders blinking a pair of solid orange eyes to large for it's head. It turns back around poking at the pad closing the image and moves over closer sitting up on it's hind legs. The collar starts to drone out in a mechanical voice. <Giving the customer a pleasant greeting is useful.> The electric voice accommodated by a odd pressure on your mind, similar to a weak mental attack. An awkward silence passes... was that it's greeting?

"Uhh......right." Sera did her best to swallow back the surprise, turning her focus to the little green squirrel. "It is, and then showing the wares is usually the next step, because I'm going to need a lot." She could feel the edge of her mind trickling from something, but decided not to pay mind to it just yet...her mind had played tricks on her before, and might have even been right now. Sera re-crossed her arms, looking between the elemental and squirrel...well, now I'm just being wound up, aren't I?

Norbit nods <The purchase of quality self updating charts is useful.> The pressure on your mind is there again when he addresses you.

"I agree, but I'm going out pretty deep, and I can do my own calculations on shift." She compulsively scratched at the back of her head, the mental pressure causing the reaction. She didn't seem aware of it as she did it, setting the other hand on her hip. "I just need a comprehensive listing. Everything. Everything you have a draw on, at the least, or you can point me in the direction who has more in stock than you."