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Wandering about the Locus of Fleet, you eventually encounter a battered capital ship being loaded with several crates labeled 'EXPLOSIVE MUNITIONS - DANGER.'
A burly man that looks like he's seen his fair share of space combat marches past you towards the ship, but pauses as he spots you.
"You're new here, little pup?" he says, flashing you a smile that is missing several teeth. "There's nothin' quite like the feeling of self-propelled munitions slamming into yer' hapless... err, that is, to say, well deserving target."
You ask the man where he got these munitions he's so fond of, and he claps you on the back, nearly bowling you over. "You've not heard of Hyperion, little pup? Horribl' tragedy, that... but there's no finer place in th' galaxy for missiles, if you're askin' me. Worth taking a look for yourself to getcher hands on some explosive beauties, inn'it?"
Rewards:
* Credits given: 500,000
* Experience given: 1,000 |