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“My lord, we have nearly arrived.”
Your navigator said as he pushed away a holomap. You looked through the viewport as the warship traveled at warp speed through the empty void of space. It had taken months to traverse the void between Andromeda and the old forgotten Milky Way, but it would be worth your while. A long time ago humans occupied all habitable planets in the galaxy, before a galactic war nearly wiped out the human race. The survivors built up new civilizations from the ashes, some barbaric, barely scraping sticks together to make fire. Others had recovered and built civilizations of their own, but far from the ability to travel between stars faster than the speed of light.
Ever since the first discovery of another distant human civilization, a lucrative business has sprung up, the Viking Raiders. We took the name from an old civilization on ancient terra and made it our own. The Space Vikings visit planets for one reason, profit above all. Precious metals, water, oil, slaves, all were free for those with the strength to take it.
“My lord, we’ve arrived at the Milky Way. We have multiple targetable planets that might be of interest. We can detect their radio signals ”
>Shamash: Strong radio signals detected, indicating a high level of tech. Old references indicate there were military bases and fortresses here back when they were in the galactic federation
>Parvati: Weak strength of radio signals detected. Whatever signals they did send must be local in nature. Old references indicate it was an ice world rich in resources under the ice.
>Adad: No radio signals whatsoever. Old records describe it as a world where farming and lumber were the main industries, but there’s no telling what could have happened here the ecology could have been destroyed in the war.
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“Plot the course to Shamash. It looks promising.”
Your navigator nodded,
“Yes sir.”
You looked to the ship’s captain, Otto Haramon who looked aloof,
“Is everything alright?”
He shook out of something like he had just broken a long uninterrupted train of thought,
“Ay, nothing my lord.”
He took out his flask and unscrewed the cap with a practiced precision,
“It’s only been a while since I’ve gotten some action.”
He took a swig from his flask and wiped his face,
“I’ll go get the troops ready, just go on looking princely my lord.”
You nearly snapped at the disrespect but held your tongue, he was after all the most experienced commander you could have found for your warship. He was however, a commoner by birth, in other words a peasant. It was unheard of peasants such as him to speak to nobility in any way that wasn’t with humility and respect. Perhaps after the mission you could find a captain that knows his place.
The ship dropped out of warp at the near edge of the Shamash system. It contained a few minor planets, gas giants, dead white rocks, and then nearby the star there it was. The optical telescopes centered it on your main holoscreen. It was a reddish brown interspersed with green. There was some small water features that you could see from space. What captured your eye however, was the ring around the planet. Old hulked out ships surrounded the planet and had settled into orbit. As you closed in, you could see scars on the planet’s surface too, huge craters visible from space, sections where the surface was cracked. Evidently there was a battle here and the winner isn’t clear.
The communications expert spoke up,
“We’re close enough to interpret the signals. It seems they’re mostly military. I believe our languages may be mutually intelligible.”
>Send out an order on all frequencies, “People of Shamash, surrender now at once or be destroyed. We the Space Vikings demand tribute in resources. Your leaders have twenty four hours to respond.”
>Execute a nuclear first strike as a show of force to force surrender
>Scramble the fighter-bomber squadron as well as troop carriers to one of the major cities. We will raid with the element of surprise
>Write in
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Below Ravi the pickpocket was in the market, plotting his next move. In the great market of Precoz city one could buy anything. Recently an old piece of space debris crashed into the planet, now scavvers were spread out into the market ready to sell every bolt and spare wire. Now was the time to strike while they had money in their pockets.
Ravi thought back to his mom and sister back at home, he hoped he could steal enough to buy something to eat tonight. He finally spotted someone, he looked like he was military. Jackpot, army acquisitions always carried more cash than necessary. He carefully made his way over to the plain-clothed soldier. Walking the opposite way in the crowd, he bumped into the guy like he had so many times before, his hand slipped into the coat pocket but snagged at the liner. Instantly the man gripped at Ravi’s wrist, he twisted his arm around and held the kid up,
“Thief! I know just what to do with you.”
He took Ravi kicking and screaming around a corner before holding him down. Ravi cried out for help before the soldier punched him,
“Shut it.”
His hand moved to his neck and pushed down on his windpipe. Ravi was choking now.
“You little brat. Do you think I’m just some average soldier?”
He pulled up his sleeve showing four lines, “You just messed with one of the members of the tetrarch cartel.”
He unsheathed his knife,
“Take this lesson into your next life.”
Suddenly a bright light flashed and for a moment Ravi could see the skeleton of the man x-rayed into his eyes. All around him buildings splintered and crashed onto them. A deafening tinnitus fell over him like a scream. He pushed the man off of him and crawled out through the rubble. Ravi opened his eyes and saw nothing at all.
High above the warship floated down over the newly ruined city. The mood in the command suite was triumphant.
“Successful strike my lord, the city is destroyed, now they’ll surely fear us. What shall we do now?”
>Deploy search teams out to other cities escorted by fighter-bombers
>Reach out and take hostages from any government agencies that may exist on the planet
>Continue extermination efforts
>Write in
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The warship hung over the horizon like an iron moon as fighter bombers spread out across the landscape. One happened upon an oil refinery, another located a crater where a mineral mine was. Within the day they returned with full loads which you personally inspected in the cargo hold.
You looked upwards at the oil barrels stacked high, calculating their worth in your head,
“Perhaps we could fetch a few million for this what do you think?”
Haramon spoke freely,
“Doubt it, we have a little under ten thousand barrels and market price is around a hundred credits. We might get seven hundred thousand if we’re lucky.”
“One hundred times ten thousand is one million…”
“That’s good you know basic math my lord, but we’ll have to sell them far below market price.”
You held your breath,
“Fine well what about these?”
Your eyes lit up as you combed through the trough full of diamonds and shiny rocks,
“These should surely net us a fortune.”
“Again my lord, you need to drop your expectations. Only a few of these are truly precious, we’ll have to see what they’re worth to the merchants.”
“That’s fine. We’ll just have to take more…”
When you returned to the bridge alerts were already flashing,
“Sir! The fighter bomber wing sent westward has taken casualties. It seems to be a large bunker complex fit with surface to air missiles. What will we do?”
>Divert two other fighter bomber squadrons to assault the position
>Insert a team of marines nearby to take the complex
>Ignore the facility completely and find softer targets
>Write in
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“Deploy the ground forces. Let’s see what they’re protecting.”
Captain Haramon looked displeased,
“Sir I urge you to reconsider. Casualties are basically guaranteed and-“
“I frankly do not care. Issue the order or you may have to find new employment.”
For a tense moment your eyes locked and Haramon looked as if he would say something. Instead he bowed in the traditional respect towards the aristocrat class,
“It will be done. I will drop down with the marines and command them personally.”
He made his leave and you slumped into the commander’s chair overlooking the bridge. All stations were manned by their respective officers, diligently tapping away at keyboards or analyzing holomaps overlaying fighter-bomber positions.
The viking business was all so tiresome. You had believed it would be easy to start a company of your own. It started off simply enough, you propositioned your father with the idea and he was able to get an old school friend who was a naval admiral to decommission this warship for free. Then he lent you an interest free loan to pay the initial salaries of the crew. The problems only started there. You were only a business major not some military leader, you embarked on this hoping you could send them off and reap the profit automatically, yet this venture is requiring a lot more micromanagement than you hoped.
Otto Haramon donned his tactical dress, the black fatigues along with a bullet and laser resistant chest rig. He strapped his helmet to his chin as he cursed to himself,
“Damn spoiled brat…”
He entered the cabin of the drop ship already full of waiting Vikings.
“Alright men. I’ll be taking personal command of this mission. Here’s what we know so far: these neo-barbarians are heavily armed and highly motivated to protect this facility. What lies underground must be extremely valuable to them.”
He paused for dramatic effect,
“Ay, I look among all of you and see nothing but warriors. Today we earn the title of Viking, and it is high time that the savages learn their place!”
The men erupted into cheering along with their captain.
“Today,”
He thought to himself,
“They die for nothing.”
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The dropship sped through the red wasteland at a breakneck pace, the expert pilot dodging and weaving the terrain. He was low to the ground as to stay invisible to the primitive radar technology. The ship suddenly lurched and Captain Haramon knew it was the signal to dismount. Before the squad could even exit the dropship they took automatic fire. The marine to his left fell with a bullet to the visor and he could hear bullets wizzing all around him. The squad lashed out with fire of their own, gauss rounds and rocket strikes destroyed whatever protective force was topside of the facility.
As the second dropship arrived he looked around and assessed the situation, one marine lie dead and three more injured from the rapid machine-gun fire. He ordered the dropship pilot to take the wounded back to the warship. He saw a couple of options at hand.
>Delegate one squad to wipe out the missile silos while the other breeches the facility
>Utilize the whole platoon to take down the surface to air missiles. Air support will be critical
>Fully commit both squads to assaulting the compound
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On the dark eastern hemisphere far from the mothership, Antoni Cesar the pilot of fighter-bomber A461 just broke the sound barrier,
“Feels damn good to stretch my wings. Simulators just aren’t the same. Don’t you agree?”
His copilot behind him spoke into the microphone,
“Flying, not flying, we get paid the same. I will say this company sure beats the military, no altitude restrictions, no safety regulations, and best of all no rules of engagement. Sometimes I even feel bad for bombing these savages.”
“I wouldn’t, we’re doing these people a favor-“
“Antoni pull up!”
He quickly pulled up on the yoke and sent the fighter nearly vertically into the sky. A missile spiraled and exploded below.
“Close one!”
“Multiple bogies approaching from our six!”
He looked and saw what looked like three jet aircraft, primitive but he would still have to be careful. He yanked at the stick and prepared for the three on one dogfight.
“Another missile!”
Antoni slapped the control panel and spiraled as flares shot out, lighting up the night sky. The missile exploded harmlessly off its mark as a blazing line of orange tracers flashed dangerously close to the cockpit. One jet neared on the left side in an attempt to flank, Antoni jerked the craft towards it and locked onto the target. A long solid laser beam flashed and left the jet falling towards the ground.
“Get some!”
The other two jets followed behind, still blasting at the skyline.
“Switch to quantum drive. I want to end this quickly.”
“Got it! Switching in three, two, one-“
The fighter-bomber quickly lurched in space as it lost all momentum. They had teleported right behind the barbarians ancient planes. They were generations out-classed. Quantum drive utilized the same tech that allowed ships to move faster than the speed of light, enabling lighter aircraft to utilize short distance teleportation.
“Targets locked.”
The red beam sliced across the sky, striking the two planes. A461 hovered stationary in the sky for a moment. Antoni looked down at the ground. Explosions could be seen below on the ground, if he wasn’t mistaken, the savages were fighting amongst themselves.
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Far west Captain Haramon took cover behind a wall as bullets ripped into them. He pulled the pin to an incendiary grenade and chucked it over, feeling the heat wash over as it exploded. In that moment he exposed himself and let off an automatic burst from his own Gauss rifle. The marines followed his lead and took aim at the last security element for the missile facilities. He took the lead as they breached what had to be the targeting room. The operators inside threw their hands up,
“We surrender!”
He squeezed the trigger and watched as the savage exploded into a red paste as the gauss round ripped him in half. The second one ducked down behind the targeting interface computers as he charged up his next shot. The barrel was practically glowing as lightning built up around it. Finally he released the trigger and let the full overcharged round strike the computer and completely destroyed it and the operator behind it. Objective achieved.
“Captain! We have a situation outside!”
He went outside and witnessed the dust rising in the distance. A churning wall of red filled the horizon which could only mean one thing. He keyed out on his comms,
“Haramon to mothership, we need immediate air support. Entire fucking barbarian army is converging on our location.”
“We hear you loud and clear, nearest unit is en route.”
“Going to need more than one unit.”
“Can only spare one, lord executive’s orders.”
Damn it. He had to make a decision,
>Request immediate evacuation
>Take shelter in the compound
>Emplace the marines and set up a kill box
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Haramon looked grimly out into the wastes through binoculars. He could see them clearly, tanks, armored cars, troop transport trucks. The savages were putting everything on the line for this remote outpost. It wouldn’t matter.
“Marines! Place mines around the perimeter and dig in! Today these savages will learn where we come from.”
He silently took count of the soldiers he had left, captain Haramon had to come to terms with the fact that he may not leave here alive. It wouldn’t be the first time, yet this time was different. From the jungles on far off planets to space battles in andromeda, he dutifully risked his life in the name of, something. He couldn’t put his finger on it. He always had a certain hate for the authorities above him, even his comrades who fought alongside him came and went. He had no family, friends, or loyalty. His money went to drink and short term pleasures that never lasted long. He thought to himself, if he survived this, he would live his life differently, he would fight for a purpose.
“They’re on us!”
The silhouette of a tank hull peeked over the edge of the crater. Just as it aimed its barrel down it struck a mine turning it into a fireball billowing black smoke. More exposed themselves and were immediately engaged by gauss rounds and shoulder mounted rocket launchers. Just as the first wave faltered, a second one emerged. From behind the burning hulk of a tank a squad of soldiers fired wildly. Haramon was knocked off his feet, he came to seconds later seeing double from a cracked helmet visor. He felt at his head and could feel where the bullet nearly took him out. For a moment like this he quickly emptied his flask into his mouth. With a belly full of fire, Haramon shouldered his rifle, ready to take on the whole universe if he had to.
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It seemed like the outnumbered but better equipped force would win the day and break the horde, yet the numbers were telling. One by one more marines fell to gunfire, ammunition was running low as the savages closed the distance. As Haramon fired at an infantry squad a savage blindsided him, nearly running him through with a bayonet. He took the butt end of the rifle to the man’s face and knocked him down. He shot him with a gauss round, covering his visor and his body with blood. Haramon attempted to wipe it off before giving up, tossing his helmet to the side. If he was going to die he would do so comfortably with his head unencumbered by a heavy helmet.
Just as the situation looked hopeless a red beam fell from the sky, and streaked across the ground. Cluster munitions followed with more lasers blasting the enemy by the dozens. He scrambled for his helmet to listen for comms, only to hear the pilot gloat from above,
“The cavalry has arrived! Watch out below I’m going for another strafing run.”
Haramon hardly had time to warn the marines before the clusters bombs crashed nearby.
“Hold your fire! Don’t you know how danger close you are?”
“Got it, making the appropriate adjustments.”
“What does the situation look like from above?”
“Still have bogies approaching the crater, their thermal signatures are being masked by the dust but I’ll be able to keep them away. What are your orders captain?”
He looked to the marines he had left, about twelve. The others lie dead and dying. He had to make a choice now, he couldn’t have his cake and eat it too.
>”Continue to hold back the enemy while we take this facility.”
>”Land immediately for casevac.”
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He gathered the men around as lasers continued to strafe the wasteland. He took his helmet off and spit into the visor to clean off the blood.
“Marines we have fought long and hard today yet we are not done. Get in formation, we are breaching this facility.”
They placed shape charges along the reinforced metal door. It fell smacking the ground with a reverberating thwang. This was it. The Vikings poured through the gap with rifles raised yet found no resistance in the dark facility. It seemed power had long since been cut. Boots clicked across the metal floor as they deliberately cleared every room. Every so often the facility vibrated from the shock of the intense bombing outside.
Haramon noticed the symbols on the walls, the insignia of the long dead galactic federation. The federation had used this as a base, but what do the people of Shamash use it for?
He found rows of prison cells on the third floor. The prisoners wore a white straight-jacket with their hands at their back, they wore a metal mask.
“Identify yourselves prisoners! Why are you locked up?”
No reply came, yet footsteps could be heard running away. A marine sprinted and tackled the lone guard of the prison.
“Speak now. Who are these people?”
He turned away, shaking in fear,
“Enemies of the state. Rebels, cultists, criminals. I’ll do whatever you want don’t kill me!”
“Pathetic begging. End him now.”
As Haramon walked away the marine charged up a gauss shot and blasted him as he squealed. He removed all the prisoners from their cells and forced them onto a troop transport.
Aboard the mothership you could smell the scent of feces and unwashed barbarian over the ozone as you entered the cargo hold. Before you were three savages beside Captain Haramon.
“Captain, this is what you bring to me? A simple report that nothing of value was found would suffice.”
“My lord. I implore you to listen. I have discovered information that may be valuable. Before we came to this planet they were not a unified force. The central government styles itself as a democracy based on the values of the old federation. On the eastern hemisphere of the planet there is another faction bitterly fighting for independence. Another faction has no borders but are a group of religious fanatics. We have their leader in custody now but their cult had sent waves of followers to the prison in order to free him. Finally we also have the leader of the Tetrach cartel, the underground mafia made up of the four leading criminal families on this world.”
You considered for a moment,
“What do you propose captain?”
“I propose we ally ourselves with one of these factions against the central government. Once they have taken control they will repay us with the spoils of war.”
“I see…”
>Support the eastern rebels
>Support the fanatical cultists
>Support the Tetrach cartel
>This is foolish, we need no help from the likes of them.
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>Support the Tetrach cartel
We're here to loot this world of its valuables and lift off for the next world to plunder. Allying with the Cartel of this world seems like the most direct route to that goal.
They can be heroes for negotiating a peace with the unstoppable alien conquerors, and we can avoid losing too many more men.
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Far below on the surface of the planet the senators of the republic of Shamash had gathered for an emergency session.
“Where is the prime minister?”
“Precoz city was destroyed, he must have been caught in the blast.”
“What are these aliens? Do we know where they came from or what they want?”
“There’s no telling. We must go underground and wait this out.”
“No! The rebels will surely take this opportunity to strike! We must maintain the war effort in the face of this alien invasion!”
“You’re a fool! You’ll doom us all!”
The old men continued viciously arguing amongst themselves, hardly noticing the door open as spittle flew. Yosef Taurus strutted in a loosely fitting suit flanked by two henchmen.
“Ahem gentlemen. Have you already forgotten me?”
The senators looked upon him in disbelief,
“Ah Mister Taurus, now is not the time.”
“Ah but it is the time. The time to collect my debts. I seem to remember paying a significant sum to have legal immunity.”
The senators pointed fingers at each other,
“You accepted bribe money? How could you.”
Yosef spoke up,
“That is not important, what is important is that a promise was not kept.”
“We are in the midst of an alien invasion! We do not have time for this.”
“You came to me… on the day of my daughter’s wedding. And placed a bag over my head. I forgive you. I’ve only come to inform you that the republic is under new management.”
“Are you serious! Attempting a coup at a time like this? We are being invaded by aliens!”
“Not aliens, but businessmen. I’ve struck a deal on your behalf. You should be thanking me.”
“Traitor! You kniving bastard! You’ll be hung for this.”
Yosef looked unimpressed,
“Take him.”
His henchmen dragged the senator out the room. A gunshot rang out and silence dominated the room,
“Does any one else have any opinions they would like to share?”
Over the following weeks your new puppet revealed himself to be a valuable asset. With fighter-bomber support you wiped the eastern rebels off the map and propped up the new Tetrarch Empire as the sole planetary power. He followed through with his promise and the cargo hold was overflowing with loot. You summoned the man himself to the mothership. He slicked back his hair and bowed sloppily,
“You called for me?”
“Our time on this planet is nearly over. I regret to inform you that while the ship’s cargo hold is full, my crew has not been allotted enough time to plunder for themselves. We require a city that you wouldn’t mind… collateral damage to occur in.”
He considered for a moment as he looked to the holo-map, he pointed out a small city nearby the destroyed Precoz city,
“Will this do?”
“Yes it will, take your leave.”
“Before we say our goodbyes, perhaps we can negotiate one more deal?”
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“We should set up a trade deal, Shamash has certain needs that we can’t resource here. For example we could use more fresh water to fill our waterways, and I have grand ideas for rebuilding Precoz city that will require building materials.”
>Demand oil
>Demand slaves
>Demand diamonds
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>Demand slaves
I've been thinking, we should be press-ganging some of these locals to make up for our losses.
OP, do we have room on the ship for some kind of boot camp/ indoctrination center? It would be nice if we could set up a system to replace lost men using locally sourced and organically raised free-range savages.
Once we move on to another system, they won't have as much incentive to revolt, as long as they're outnumbered and can't work the controls.
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>>6424682The soldiers on the ship are somewhat like medieval knights in that they either personally own all their equipment or have it as a hand-me-down. As for their training they are all already crack troops, you wouldn’t have hired them if they weren’t. On the journey there they may be able to train in the cargo hold, doing battle drills and physical exercise but as of now it’s full of loot. In universe you also may be looked down upon by enlisting a barbarian army as just about everyone sees them as lesser. Later on in the story you may or may not undergo some character development where you think deeply about the nature of human civilizations and make the distinction of what makes a person savage or civilized. You also may take that information and either amend your racist and evil actions or totally double down. This happens in the titular book Space Viking by H Beam Piper.
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“Once we return we will bring what you desire, in exchange we will require diamonds. I suggest you expand the mines.”
“Diamonds you will receive. Until next time, my lord…”
You sent him away. Every crew member was giddy for the moment they came for, not to be paid some measly salary but to take what is theirs with their two hands.
Ravi the blind sat in the refugee shelter with an empty bowl in front of him. The air smelled of too many unwashed bodies, cheap boiled grain, and the ever-present dust left over from the city. His stomach growled as he listened around for movement around him. Perhaps if someone saw him they would feel sorry and spare a bit of bread. That was all he could hope for. Ever since the nuclear blast that took the city where he was from and killed his family, all he could see was the image of that soldier’s skeleton singed onto his retinas. Suddenly he felt something, he felt the ground vibrating. He stood up and soon he could hear the loud roar of engines coming from the sky. Someone cried out,
“Oh god they’re back!”
Chaos erupted in the camp as people began to run. He could hear his bowl crack as someone stepped on it,
“My bowl!”
He wouldn’t have been so attached if it weren’t his only possession, he dropped down to pick up the pieces and someone tripped over him. Another foot kicked him in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him. Someone stepped on his ankle. He gasped for air as he curled into a ball.
A gloved hand gripped his arm and pulled Ravi to his feet. In a deep voice in a foreign accent he could hear him say to himself,
“You’ll do nicely.”
Ravi was thrown into a compartment where he felt an intense vertigo as it lifted into the sky.
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In the aircraft hangar Antoni Cesar bragged to his fellow pilot about their personal haul from Shamash.
“Lookee here, I got myself a slave.”
Ravi looked down at the floor.
“I have big plans for him.”
The other pilot shook his head,
“Whatever chores you’ll make him do won’t be worth much.”
He gestured to his own slave, a young woman, and picked her up by her hair
“She doesn’t know it, but I’m going to sell all her organs. She’s only keeping them warm for me.”
Antoni laughed,
“A little cruel isn’t it? You could at least sell her to a whore house.”
“No, there’s more money to be made this way. What about the kid? What will you do with him.”
“I will make him valuable to me. I’ll teach him how to maintain my machine, to do my laundry, and fetch me food.”
He picked up Ravi’s head,
“Won’t you boy?”
His friend pointed at Ravi’s milky white eyes,
“How should he learn to do all of that if he can’t see? He has cataracts you fool!”
His friend laughed at him as he studied Ravi’s face,
“Don’t worry. I’ll spare you the embarrassment. You can have her eyes.”
“You would do that for me?”
“For ten thousand credits.”
“Five thousand…”
“I can get much more for a pair of eyes in the sword worlds, especially pretty blue ones as hers.”
“Seven thousand, since we’re such good friends.”
“We have a deal. I’ll bring the surgeon.”
In your personal quarters you sat at your desk under lamplight doing one of your least favorite activities, balancing the ledger.
“Computer, display the anticipated revenue from the raid.”
“Confirmed.”
The screen populated with information:
Oil and petrochemicals: 700k
Gems and minerals: 500k
Iron ore and other metals: 900k
Miscellaneous: 300k
Total projected revenue: 2.4 million
Your eyes lit up, that was a decent amount for your first raid. Until the computer prompted you once again,
“Would you like me to subtract the payroll expenses?”
“Fine.”
Command and bridge staff: 150k
Flight squadron: 400k
Marine ground assault force: 800k
Engineering technicians: 600k
Support and logistics: 200k
Total payroll: 2,150,000 credits
“That leaves you with approximately 250,000 in projected profits. Would you like me to factor in operations costs such as fuel and ammunition expenditure?”
“Computer shut down.”
You put your face in your hands, at this rate you’re not even breaking even. You need to raid, there is no other recourse. But first you would need to download all of your cargo somewhere. There was the tempting idea to wholesale everything to a merchant on a local colony, or to return home to ask father for more money
>Attempt to sell your loot at a colonial port for below market price
>Return to your homeworld to establish a market for your goods and perhaps sell for a better price
>Stash the booty on an uninhabited planet to make a quick turnaround raid
>Write in
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>>6425304
Poor Ravi, poor girl. 'tis a cruel galaxy.
>Attempt to sell your loot at a colonial port for below market price
Enough to keep us afloat for now. After this, we could then launch a raid on a less defend planet, and rebound back to pick up on goods to trade for the cartel empire's diamonds. That should get us a tidy profit back home. Not too bad for a first raid. Sure, we've got losses, but we've also got connections.