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IC: Hundreds of years in the future, mankind as spread across the stars. Humans are not alone any longer, their explorations have found other sentient beings. Mighty space faring powers struggle for control of planets and resources. In the recent past, wars have raged and planets burn to ash. Over the last few years, the fires of war have died down but the embers still linger. Pirates pray on civilian shipping and raid colonies on the outer rime.
John dozed in the captain's chair, on the bridge of the banshee. Stars moved across the monitor, as they passed in front of the forward mounted camera.the overhead light on the bridge were turned off and only the lights on the different panels glowed. The lights overhead came on dimly and John stirred.
"Captain" chimed the Banshee's computer in a light female voice.
"What?" said John, opening his eyes and sitting up.
"You have an incoming transmission from Earth," said the Banshee's computer. "From Imperial High Command."
"Now what do they want" growled john, "Isn't it enough I can't be in Imperial space?"
"Do you want me to ignore it Captain?" asked the Banshee's computer.
"No" said John, "Patch it through."
"Yes Captain" said the Banshee's computer. The bridge went quiet for a few seconds and then static came over the com.
"Hello John" came a mans voice from the com, "I hope your well."
"I am" said John, pressing down on the com button, "And who am I speaking to? You seem to know me but I don't know you."
"Ah" said the man, "I am commander Iraus Sutaius, head of Imperial Military Affairs."
"And what can I do for you, Commander" asked John.
"I have a little delivery I want you to make" said Iraus, "Theres a package on your current stop that I want you to bring to earth."
"Well thats a no can do" said John, "I have an outstanding warrant for my arrest in Imperial space."
"I can make that go away" said Iraus, 'If you do this little job for me."
"Whats the pay?" asked John.
"Ten thousand credits" said Iraus.
"Thats barely enough to cover the fuel and the lose of the job I have lined up on Nalth" said John, "make it fifteen and I'll do it."
"Twelve" said Iraus.
"Fine" said John, "And I'll be taking passengers."
"If you want to take passengers" said Iraus, "The you hire some crew and a guard."
"Thats pushing it" said John.
"You'll get to trade and get contracts in the Empire again" said Iraus.
"Deal" said John.
"Its nice doing business with you," said Iraus, "And I rather not have the package go through customs." The com cut back to static. John leaned back in his chair. eyes closed and smiling.
"Captain" said the Banshee's computer after a few minutes of silence, "If your going to sleep, go to your quarters. Rose isn't sleeping well."
"Right" said John, getting up and walking over to the hatch. after opening the hatch, John walked down the empty walkways of the Banshee, to his quarters. Opening the door quietly, John walked in. on the bed, Rose slept fitfully, tossing and turning. The tan furred Rheam, still wore her loose white shirt and pants. The bell on her collar chimed lightly as she moved. John pulled off his boots and shirt, then laid down on the large bed, his back to Rose's back. After a few minutes, Rose stopped moving and slipped into a light sleep. John followed a few minutes later. The Banshee continued through spaced, guided by the ships computer, heading for the planet Nalth, deep in Confederation space.

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