A Space Opera...Transit to Hel!, episode one

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A Tale of High Adventure and Cosmic Lust!

"Space Opera" is set in the far future on the rim of civilized space. The tone is that of fifties pulp fiction so excuse or enjoy any excess of melodrama you might encounter.
HoneyB and I shall play the two adventurers who will, episode by episode risk their lives and their bodies for the sake of profit, romance, adventure and insatiable libido.
In each episode other players will be invited to play a part. If your interested please PM Honey or myself.

Enjoy!





The Spinward Marches, The Lady Macbeth and Alex Sanchez...



On the far Spinward Marches of the Sigma Draconis galactic arm the hand of Imperial authority rests lightly.
Defense and protection of the far flung settlements scattered across a thousand worlds is often in the hands of mercenary war lords or else lacking all together.
Specially apointed warden's and bounty hunters often handle the day to day business of policing the 'fringe' worlds.
The essential trade necessary between these frontier outposts has fallen to the roving free traders. Unaligned with any of the conglomerate shipping cartels of the Empire, they take their small heavily armed ships into the jaws of danger to fulfill the vital role of commerce and communication where no one else will dare.
The profit and the risk are enormous....
Among the smallest and 'hungriest' of these 'gypsy' tramps as the cartels call them is the:

Free Trader Merchant Ship...Lady MacBeth
Registered, Freeport, New Ireland...#NI-07-809997-R5
to: Maximillian Duggan O'Shea....lic#NI-Ib-I888141
Alejandro Sanchez-Tremayne....lic# NI-Ib-II505572



The 'Lady' had seen better days since her comissioning almost fifty years before out of the Ling Standard ship yard on Gran Columbia.
She was of a type well known in Far Spinward and had been plying her trade with mediocre success for nearly 5 decades.
The Buusward Class cargo ships, could be put to many uses, heavily armed they often appeared as independent corsairs or as part of the patrol fleets of the local warlords..
Stripped of weapons they could haul a fair amount of cargo with minimal crewing between the scattered worlds.
It was this last feature that caused Alex Sanchez to mortgage his soul and every credit he'd won at the faro tables to buy half interest in the "LadyM" when a desperate Maxey O'Shea made the offer.
Alex was a 10th generation Spacer, who had worked his way to Masters papers before he was thirty years old.
He was also a hard drinking, hard living, gambling man which was not all that unusual out here on the frontier.
But it was Maxey's sense of responsibility to his ship that kept the partners even marginaly solvent and counterbalanced Alex' often self indulgent behavior.

It all came crashing down a month ago when Maxey O'Shea dropped dead with a heart attack at the tender age of sixty.
Leaving Alex' own share of the ship in questionable legality.
And there was another problem.
Imperial protocols required two sentients on even the smallest ships
So he did what he was good at...he lied.

You could, by giving up sleep and rationing bodily functions, run a 'Bullward' class alone but it wasn't easy. And it was..as noted...highly illegal. Alex had no choice, he was broke and the cost of a qualified crewman was not in the picture right now.
So Maxey the ghost and Alex the sleepless continued to run the 'LadyM', deeper and deeper into the red.

On the frontier planet of 'Verdad', where could be found the only Imperial holding station and transfer point within a dozen lightyears, Alex went on a raging bender.
He needed it by God! And be damned if it took up the last credit he possessed...He was at the end of the line...the end of his rope.

When the woman picked him up in a Front Street Bar and bedded him in her hotel room, he was too far gone to realize what a dangerous stunner she was and way, way too far gone to be able to make any sort of an intelligent business decisions!
But she had a Master's License, held an Imperial Warrant and had the Credits to pay for fast trip to Hel...

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[Honey_B]

Imperial Warrant Officer - Talleah

Character History ~~
Raised on a planet that had long since dispensed with men, Talleah was raised as a warrior, receiving the necessary training she would need to fulfill her hereditary post as a palace guard. When a nasty affair with the queen ended badly, Talleah found herself booted off her homeworld, exiled for the remainder of her natural life.

The Imperial Counsel had a use for Talleah, and she was recruited almost immediately. Becoming an assassin for the Empire, she had been effective, but only to a point. Conflict with her superiors ended her involvement and crushed any hope of a career with the elite forms of law and order. The Empire didn't have much use for a woman who constantly refused to bow to the authority of a man.

And so, Talleah found herself among the rogue group of warrant officers, bounty hunters if you will, who made their money from the cases the Empire couldn’t be bothered with. Outer reaches, hellholes, places of last resort, these were Talleah's most frequent haunts.

Talleah paced, slapping the contract against one gloved hand. Everyone even remotely close to her path had cleared out and it wasn't difficult to see why. She was an imposing woman, tall, blonde, and poured into black leather, from the heels of her boots to the collar on her flight jacket. Currently every movement exuded pent-up anger. Her blue eyes flashed at everyone she looked at even though all that emotion was focused on a single point.

Alejandro Sanchez-Tremayne

She had been waiting for over an hour, an hour that she could scarcely afford. Talleah had found the space dock that housed the Lady Macbeth, but no Tremayne. The good pirate was no where to be seen.

The communicator on her wrist beeped and Talleah flipped it open impatiently.

"What is it?"

"Warrant Officer Talleah, these prisoners must be transported. If you do not wish to fulfill the assignment, the commission will be assigned to another officer."

The nasal voice grated on her nerves and Talleah pictured its owner, Scarab. The worm made her skin crawl, but he was an Imperial bureaucrat and thus wielded what little power he had like a club.

"Give me one more hour, Scarab. If you do, I'll take you up on your invitation to dinner the next time I'm in town."

Talleah closed her communicator on Scarab’s simpering acquiescence. She didn't have any delusions though. Promises of a night to remember would only by her an hour. If she couldn't transport those prisoners by the deadline, Scarab would see that she lost the job.

Stuffing the contract in her pocket, she turned on her heel and stormed out. She had to find out what rock Tremayne had crawled under after he had left her hotel room. There wasn't time to make other arrangements, not for the price she could get the Lady Macbeth for.

Fifteen minutes later, she stood at his door. It hadn't been difficult finding him actually. When drunk, the man was loud, rude, and he currently owned The Front Street Bar over a hundred credits. Talleah paid the overdue tab and the barkeep gave him up in an instant.

Talleah braced herself and kicked the door with considerable force. The shoddy construction gave way with ease and the door fell with a resounding crash. Snores greeted her from the darkened room. Talleah was going to enjoy this.

Sidling up to the bed with no more noise than a whisper, Talleah bent over Tramayne’s sleeping head. With a shout that built deep in her chest, Talleah let out the war cry of her native people in one sudden gush of explosive air. When he opened his eyes, she slapped the contact across Tremayne's face.

"You are going to get up, get dressed, and honor this contract, or so help me Goddess, I will drag you to HEL by your balls!"

 

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"I surrender! Don't shoot!"
Alex' hands flew up and he sat upright in bed so fast he blacked out momentarily, only Talleah's hand curling into his beard and yanking hard kept him from falling back against the wall.

"You hear me Tremayne!"

He nodded painfully and opened his eyes.
What a face! Even suffused with anger and frustration...Blast she was beautiful!
Who the fuck was she....

"Remember me lover? I sucked your cock last night...ring a bell?"

Oh god...yes it rang about three dozen bells.
Long legs wrapped around his face...nails teasing his balls...
Looking up at her like he was now...but she was riding him like a 10 credit BoyToy on a perpetual setting of ten!
and he was...was....tied up!

Talleah! The Bounty Hunter..Oh Hell yes!

"Talleah?" he said weakly.

"You betcha...none other.'
She released his beard. His jaw ached.

"Now get out of the rack, Jack. You and I have a deal and were picking up these 'Vic's' at the Holding Station in 30 minutes.
You gotta sign for them."

"Vic's?"
He was sliding into his jump suit and trying furiously to clear his head.

"Yeah, Vic's...CONVICTS..we got two real hard cases to yank and then we're going to Hel pronto."

He nodded again and grabbed his kit.
"Lemme use the head okay...I'm right behind you."

He closed the door and leaned back against it.
Totaly stunned by the fact that he'd made love to...strike that! Been made love to by that wildcat out there.
And that he's agreed (agreed!...Holy Shit!) on convict transport to the Imperium's most dreaded prison planet...Hel!

 

[Honey_B]

Talleah

Talleah watched the seconds ticking away on her chronometer, tapping her foot with impatience. She had long since reformed her view that the male race was disposable, but Tremayne was beginning to make her rethink the conclusion. If she hadn't needed the Lady MacBeth, desperately she would have been outta there.

Her eyes roamed the dingy little room. She had spent years in the military and was a woman to boot, so she started snooping. There wasn’t much there, just a small titanium case. Talleah tried the latches and was surprised to find it locked. What could that space bum possibly have that would be worth locking up?

She bent and examined the locks. Print ID mechanism.

“Damn!”

Since Talleah didn’t even have fingerprints, it would take her considerably longer than she had to open them. Oh, but she would open them. The case had aroused her suspicions and Talleah’s training dictated she act on any uncertainty. She would have plenty of time once they were aboard. The trip to HEL was a long one indeed.

Talleah straightened and walked back to the bathroom door. She raised her hand to pound on it, but with unfortunate timing, Tremayne chose that moment to open the door. Talleah’s fist landed somewhere in the region of his nose. He gave a dull sort of a grunt.

“Tremayne! I didn’t see you there!”

Despite her dislike of the man, she felt rather bad as blood began to blossom from his nostrils.

 

[SecretDesires]

OOC: Invited to play one of the convicts.

Description: Deadria. Tall and dark was an understatement with this woman born on one of the many mining planets that were scattered about the galaxy. Long black hair that was usually braded down to her waist and skin tight clothing (what little she had on) that was also midnight black. Her skin is pale enough to make her dark features stand out but what really grabs attention is her dark violet eyes that seem to bore into whatever happless victum she has chosen at that point.

Like most of the planets that were used for profit, Deadria's homeworld, was marginally run with only enough comforts to keep the police out of the owner's buisiness. This, of course, caused only the worst people to work in these jobs. The dreges of humanity, those who couldn't or wouldn't work at anything else. Poor people who either collected together in ragged communities or lived on the outside of them. As well as outside the law, learning to steal, kill, con and anything else they could come up with in order to scratch a living outside of the mines.

Deadria's family was one who lived within the community. She had decided to go the opposite way and soon had run off to join those openly dissatisfied with their way of life.

She soon went from petty thievery to much more...expansive...crimes until she had made a name for herself as an outlaw of the worst kind. It took some time but she finally got off the rock she had lived on for years and managed to hitch a ride into more trouble than she had ever dreamed existed. She was known as 'The Ghost' because noone had ever managed to catch her. Until she was betrayed by one of her own and ended up with a one way ticket to Hel.

IC: "Okay, time to get ready for your new home," A voice grated in on Deadria's thoughts as she sat in the middle of the cell, legs crossed and eyes closed. "Hope you made up your will, sweetie," The male guard sneered through the force field that was the only thing keeping her from his throat,"Cause no matter how bad you think you are, they are going to eat you alive in that place."

Some snickers and a few whispers greeted the guard's harsh words but the woman in the cell simply ignored him, not even bothering to react to his words much less his presence.

"Hey! Didn't you hear me?" The guard was visibly miffed at her ignoring his bravado,"It's time to go! Get the hell up and come on."

Deadria sighed with irritation and her violet eyes opened slowly to latch onto the guard before her. He was fat. And ugly and obviously dickless and needed to remind all the prisoners of how pathetic he was by making it seem like he had some sort of control over them.

Opening her mouth, she let her tongue run along her lips, watching the guard as he stared at the small movement. She smiled at him though it wasn't a smile a lover would bestow upon their significant other.

"And if I don't?" She almost purred at him. "What are you going to do that will be worse than what is in store for me?"

The guard swallowed and began to say something only to be halted by the depth of the quesition put before him. Deadria snorted. She doubted the man had more than two brain cells working at any one time. And that was a concervative estimate.

Uncurling from her position, she stood and stretched lazily. Placing her hands on her hips, she cocked her head as if in thought.

"Still," She said with a shrug,"Where there is life there is hope, no?" The guard looked at her puzzled and the prisoner almost laughed. Of course he wouldn't get the fact that she had just told him once she was out of here she would find a way to escape.

"Lead on," She said as if she were a queen giving orders for her escort to take her to her intended destination. "Let us open the next chapter in this saga, shall we? Let us find out if crime really does not pay."

The guard scowled and released the force field, his weapon trained on her. Though she had no intention of trying to escape...for now. Energy cuffs were put upon her wrists and she was led away to whatever escort hoped to take her to the prison. She was not worried about reaching that destination. It was only a matter of time before she was again free to wreck havoc upon unsuspecting and vunerable beings. Of that there was no doubt in her mind.

 

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C J Higgins

Prisoner 15672-Z- 00248
Name: C J Higgins
Age: 51
Height: 5’ 11”
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair: Ginger
Eyes: Hazel
Species: Human

Transport to Hel pineal colony authorized, Terran Empire’s Security, space station VK-W1.


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The 3rd son of Captain Shawn Higgins of the intergalactic freighter Genoa registered to the Coralline trading cartel. C J had grown up on the Genoa in the days prior to the introduction of the improved pulsed ion drive engines when a single voyage could take six years. Lying about his age he enlisted in Terran Empire’s Security forces and was assigned to operations, navigation, and weapons department. He was serving as a navigation chief at the out break of Telepathic Wars. A splinter group of rebels that because their prolonged exposure to solar radiation on the long deep space voyages developed Telepathic abilities, which they had learned to harness to create a devastating psychokinetic weapon. Their goal was to reestablish the old republic. Though small in numbers they had devastated the Terran Empire’s Fleet. Through a series of brutal and devastating battles, the use of assassin, and special operations, the rebels where slowly losing ground. Quite by accident C J and stumbled on an effective counter measure to the rebels’ psychokinetic weapon, was promoted to operation officer of a new Galactic Empire Nova class star destructor. At the conclusion of the war he was discharged because of his background having growing up on a deep space freighter and was labeled a security risk.

C J found himself an outsider, became a drifter, and malcontent. Every time he tried to establish a new life the stigma of his youth and the Empire’s paranoia put and end to his endeavourers. Finally he deiced to pursue a career as a Merchant of Opportunity

He smiled to himself merchant of opportunity it had a much nicer ring to it than space pirate. Hell most of the cartels got there start on the outer rim in just such away, till they became rich enough to buy protection and then respectability. Most everybody at one time or another had been on the wrong side of the law or what passed for the law out here.

There where two cargos that could make you rich, one was smuggling arms, if you had the guts and money, but that was sure to have at least half of the out worlds wanting your head, and arms always raised an eyebrow. Worst yet were those buying them, radicals, and they talked too much for C. J. liking.

The other was medical supplies, with space sickness, radiation poisoning, and a host of afflictions the scientific types hadn’t even come up with a name for yet. No one but on one questioned where the medical supplies came from as long as they got them, and they where willing to pay quite handsomely, with no questions asked.

Pickings had been good along the shipping lanes of the Sigma Draconis galactic arm. Six successful raids in the last six months, one more and C. J. could retire as a gentleman of leisure on some nice little world.

Well that was the plan, but it did not quite work out that way. Now he was being led to the holding cells on the Terran Empire’s Security, space station VK-W1 bound for the pineal colony of Hel.

C. J. life was now summed up in one simple statement. Prisoner 15672-Z- 00248 Transport to Hel pineal colony authorized

 

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Alex was still sniffing blood up his nostrils as the taxi drifted to a stop in front of the Imperial Transit Station, Verdad Facility.
It was a place he remembered with a sort of horror from the many times he'd been hauled in and grilled due to one infraction or another.
Over the grim laser mesh fence he could see the Verdad Space Port and the shapes of half a dozen merchant ships on the pads.
The LadyM wasn't one of them.
Her atmospherics needed a major overhaul and he'd left her in dock at Verdad High Station flaoting some 500 miles over there heads.

"Come on Tremayne...sorry about that nose."
Talleah had already exited and she was walking towards the gate. He made to follow...

"Hold it Mack."
The big azure skinned Verdadian driver held out his long fingered eight digited hand.
"Twenty credits."
He said flatly.

Tremayne managed to scrounge them from his pockets grumbling all the while and ran after the bounty hunter whoseshapely form was disapearing into the low gray building.
By the time she reached the High Security Holding Block, he'd caught up with her.
"Who are these two guys we're moving anyway?"

"CJ Higgens, smuggler lethal contreband, life sentence. And a
'vict' called 'the Ghost'....ran a gang of hoods on New Cardiff.
She's gonna be doing twenty."
Talleah slammed open the office door and laid her chips on the startled gray bureucrat's desk with the IW right on top.

"See that."
The pale man nodded.
"It's signed by the Vice Regent of Kamalpur Sector.
We need it expidited...fast."

The last word was breathed straight into the startled man's face.

Tremayne could almost see him tremble. You had to admit the gal had some balls.
He wished had cajones that brassy.

Thirty minutes later they were both standing in the airlock of the shuttle, with PK40's in their hands watching as the two ecuffed
prisoners were hearded aboard. Tremayne was desperately trying to figure out where in the LadyM these two desperados could be stashed for the five point jump to Hel.

 

[SecretDesires]

Deadria

Deadria was marched past two bounty hunters on her way to the transport. Another convict was beside her. She had already taken stock of him and 'ex-gov' popped into her mind. He had been on the side of the law at some point in time, that she was sure of.

Glancing at the two who would be trying to take her to Hel from under her eyelashes, she smiled.

The man would be no problem. He looked as if he had come from a hard night's drinking and didn't feel well. His nose was also swollen past it's normal size. She wondered if the woman had done that. If so, she wouldn't be one that Deadria wanted to underestimate.

The woman bounty hunter also screamed 'ex-gov'. That might be a problem although not one she was too overly worried about. She had taken on all kinds of law people and come out on top. She just had to find the woman's weakness and exploit it was all. She had a feeling that the male bounty hunter was going to be that weakness.

Stepping onto the platform for transport, her mind was already whirling with ideas. There was no way she was going to fail. And when she got back to her own people someone's head was going to roll for putting her hear. Of that you could be sure.

 

[Honey_B]

Talleah

Talleah grew quiet as she appraised her charges and what she saw, made her uneasy. It was always a bad idea to underestimate anyone who was desperate, and with these two facing a trip to HEL, they would be dangerously so.

It was difficult to get a read on Higgins, but he had evaded capture during a long career of piracy. That spoke to intelligence and cunning. He was quiet and marginally respectful. Talleah didn't trust him, of course, but she found she didn't dislike him as much as she did most pirates.

Deadria was as inscrutable as a cat, giving nothing away. Her record was incomplete and Talleah suspected it was because the authorities hadn't been able to find out much.

No, this trip was not going to be a walk in the park. Not with Tremayne and his partner as her only backup.

Talleah was actually growing concerned. So far she had seen neither hide nor hair of Tremayne's partner. He had mumbled something about Maxey when she had first met him, but he hadn't mentioned anything since. It wouldn't do to show her unease in front of the prisoners, but Talleah was beginning to suspect the man didn't exist. If that were so, this mission was in a hell of a lot of trouble before it even began.

The shuttle reached the space dock.

"Lead the way, Tremayne."

Talleah grasped Deadria's arm securely.

 

[SecretDesires]

Deadria stiffened at Telleah's touch but did not pull away. Instead she forced herself to relax, her eyes closing almost all the way shut.

"Enjoy it while you can, Hunter," She murmured with a smile as she waited patiently for what was to come. Though she seemed as if she were half asleep, it was now that Deadria was the most dangerous. Like a wild cat preparing to pounce. It would only be a matter of time before both hunters figured that out.

 

[cgraven]

There is a time to fight and there is a time to watch, with the level of security here at Imperial Transit Station, and two bounty hunters covering your every move with PK 40’s, was not the time to fight. Now was the time to watch, wait, plan. and look for the opportunity to strike, swift, and sure. Much better to let them think you‘re cowed, broken than to show to much bravado.

The female bounty hunter was quite attractive but her eyes missed nothing, she was alert, relaxed, ready, and yet I could see something was nagging at the back of her mind. My fellow prisoner was not hard on the eyes either, she moved with the ease and grace of a Cordilleran Jaba cat, and I wagered just as deadly.

They’ll have their hands full with that Deadria, she is one mean bitch. Did you here what she did to four of the eight troops that cornered her on Ryethis Prime?

Five dead and one that wished he was. He won’t need any leave to enjoy the pleasure dome again.

Hummm interesting I mused to myself, I would have to keep a close eye on her, she obliviously had guts but could she bid her time, hot heads could be more trouble than they where worth.

The Man I found interesting, he looked like hell, as if he run into a Tarillian Wombat and came out the worst for it. But he was still on his feet and that in itself made me leery of him. As I stepped on the transport pad I watched the altercation between Deadria and the female and Deidira’s muscles coil like spring steel, yet she just smiled. Maybe she did have the brains to wait for a better time and place. Well time would tell, for now watch, wait, then strike when the time was right.

 

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"Where's your lockup Tremayne. I don't guess you've got cold stassis on this tub."
Talleah was talking to him but her eyes and weapon were trained in the victs standing in the middle of the loading deck.

For his part he was watching them like alien life forms suddenly teleported into the cozy environment of his home.
"Ahhh...okay, we can put the girl in passenger cabin one (there was ONLY one!) and him we can put in Max's cabin."

She cocked an eye in his direction, "And where does that put me?'

"I thought that since we sort of...had spent the night...I mean ..at the Hotel you know...?"
He looked hopeful.

"Wait a second!...Max's cabin!..Where's Max?"

"He's sick."
Tremayne stared intently at the deck plates.

"Sick!...You mean we're doing this alone?"
Talleah was trying to control herself.

"Guess so."
He started for the ladder to the bridge.
"I'll go double check the locks"

"Hang on Cap...looks like I'm taking Maxey's place so I'll take his cabin too."
She motioned at the prisoners who seemed to be enjoying themselves.
"We'll throw these two both in cabin one. I don't care if they fuck like rabbits as long as we set down on Hel before the bonus expires.
Got that!?"

Alex nodded, he had it.

 

[Honey_B]

Talleah

"Watch them, Tremayne, while I make sure this cabin is secure."

Frankly, Talleah didn't trust his judgment and she didn’t care if he knew it. While she suspected the man might possess keenly honed survival skills somewhere under his lackadaisical exterior, it was blatantly obvious Alejandro Sanchez-Tremayne hadn't transported anything more dangerous than an Aurtillian frupet. She stepped inside the close confines of cabin one. Indeed, Deadria and Higgins were going to get very well acquainted in here. The small space didn't have room for much more than the two narrow bunks.

She slid a storage cabinet open and her blood began to boil. Neatly stowed on one of the shelves was a complete tool kit. Talleah hefted it down and slammed the closet shut.

I'm going to shove these tools up his ass!

Turning on her heel, Talleah returned to Tremayne and the prisoners. Without a word, she dropped the heavy case at her partner's feet. It landed with a clank that echoed through the cabin. As Talleah pushed the prisoners into the cabin, Talleah noted Deadria’s eyes dart to the kit.

"Too bad, little lady. You're not going to fix your situation that easily."

She set the security field to its highest setting, a pathetic level four. That was something she would have to address as soon as possible. Talleah returned to Tremayne and rested one foot on the kit, her toe tapping loudly against the metal.

"See, here’s my thinking, Tremayne. It’s probably not a good idea to let the prisoners have access to tools, even if this hunk of junk needs all the help it can get

 

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"Listen Talleah, I'm no fool here. I was planning on getting that kit out of there before we iced them down...(So that's where the damn thing went!)...
And I'll have you know..."

He looked her straight in the eyes, his own suddenly taking on a glint of steel.
"I'll have you know that I've even carried Aurtillian frupets on the LadyM....lot's of times."


The door to Cabin one slammed shut with a somewhat tinny sound and the words of Higgins ringing in his ears....
"Being carried in a wreck like this is damned embarassing Captain...why don't you..."

Sanchez turned to see Talleah smirking at him.
"She will fly won't she?"

"Damned right she will...knock your socks off!"
He bristled at the bounty hunter.

"That's a start Tremayne, that's a start."


The LadyM, slipped with geriatric wheezings and groanings from it's moorings at Verdad High and turned ninety from the ecliptic. Tremayne was trying to do the work of two men as usual and keeping the stress from becoming obvious to Talleah's watchful eyes.
She missed nothing though and it was with some reluctance and inner gratitude that he turned over number two duties to her after she'd hipped him away from the comconsole....

"Verdad control, this is Free Trader Lady Macbeth ...#NI-07-809997-R5, clearing station on tangent nine South...estimated time transit hyper...."
She looked at Tremayne.

"96 hours."
he muttered.

"96 hours...what's in this thing...batteries!"
Talleah finished the transmission, closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair.
"Four days to jump and we have to do five of them...god almighty."

Meanwhile in cabin one....