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A man with an expensive designer suit and a flashy augment approaches you in the bar.
"Hey, Player, word is out in the family that you've certain talents that we respect."
He pats his jacket where the outline of a large caliber and you suspect extremely illegal hand blaster is.
"Deal is simple: Earthforce has been putting a lot of heat out there, and has sponsored a new fleet to help with this so-called invasion scare."
He snorts.
"More like just another way to keep free minded souls from earning their way around this universe. So, we'll be posting... opportunities for those with the right skills here, credits paid all through untraceable accounts. We've a lot of... shares in certain insurance agencies around the universe, and everyone gotta pay those premiums against any... unfortunate accidents that happen. Space is a big, dangerous place, you know. Besides which; if claims go up, the premium goes up, our cut goes up, capice? You got the skills, you get the gig. Simple as that."
He smiles and walks away. Cold black eyes and the smile of an Acturian razer-maw. Definitely working for people you'd like to impress... and not disappoint. You suspect they'll be good for the credits as well.
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