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"When can we land?" The co-pilot of the lone Invictus ship asked the pilot, the spacecraft drifting on the outskirts of the Garden Zone. "When we're told to or we finish the job. This is a dead zone. A good place for pirates to count their booty without being disturbed for a few hours. At least until the military or bounty hunters come to kick ass." The pilot answered.

"Who's idea was it to come out to this place anyways? I didn't have a problem sticking to Terra." The co-pilot complained, "Coaltion is much... different than Terra. More tolerable with better governments. And, the food is good." The pilot said.

"Eh... I can do without the food." The co-pilot said, "I'm guessing Ariadne had us sent here. She's got a boner for expanding business. I heard her father was big on Wall Street." The co-pilot informed his partner. "We'll be official if, when, construction ends on our UCON HQs. I don't know about you, but I'm really not a fan of hotels. I always feel like a mob deal is going to wrong in the next room."

"Are there any mobs out here?" The pilot asked, "There's a mob everywhere, dude. You just gotta know how to find them. Or piss them off enough that they find you." The co-pilot answered.