[b][color=16CA03]Location[/color][/b]
[color=16CA03]Starsystem:[/color] Akhustal system
[color=16CA03]Planet/moon:[/color] Planet Taxore
[color=16CA03]Place:[/color] The Dauntless

There are moments when you reflect upon the big decisions you have made in life. Especially when you are indebted to the largest crime syndicate of the known universe and payday’s coming up. The truth of the matter, every 3 months this same problem had arisen for the time since Evren had bought the Dauntless. Borrowing money to buy a ship was easy enough. The hard part was gathering a crew and making a profit. 

The crew part he managed to more or less figure out. However the profit part had become a bit of a challenge. Jobs didn’t come easy and those he could find were barely paying more than the operation expenses. Getting the coin to pay back the triads had proven to be more difficult than anticipated.  Time until the next payday was running out and his wallet was as dusty as the deserts of Taxore. The captain needed a job that would score big. A job that would get the triads of his tail for the time being and he was quite desperate to get one. In fact, Evren was desperate enough to commandeer the Dauntless towards the planet Taxore.

Through the windows of the bridge the yellow deserts of the planet Taxore where clearly visible in between the blue oceans as The Dauntless quietly made its rounds around the planet. From geostationary orbit, the planet looked peaceful. However the truth is that Taxore is infamous for its lawlessness. 

Planet Taxore is a curious case of of what happens when Megacorporations fuck up and leave a planet due to its lack of profitability. What big corporations find unprofitable becomes often highly desirable for all kinds of people that search out lives far away from the crippling confinement of institutions. Even if that live is in the harsh desert climates of Taxore it did not discourage a mixture of scoundrels, vagabonds, lowlifes and other opportunists to seek out a life on the desolate sands Taxore and especially its biggest spaceport city of Kharak Town. A place where profit loomed for Evren and his crew. 

Before making its descent to the surface, captain Evren had summoned his crew to the bridge for a short briefing. For a moment he looked at his crew and wondered if they were ready for the job he was willing to take on. Flying a ship is one thing, doing a dangerous job was another. Considering who put the job up for offer, there was no doubt in the fox’s mind that it would be dangerous.

[color=16CA03]”Got a lead for a job people. Ever heard of Fat Pig? He’s a merchant. Or at least that is what he calls himself. Fat Pig basically deals in all kinds of less than legal cargo and is currently looking for a ship to pick up some merchandise from god knows where and deliver it to him. He’s a dangerous fellow but he pays well. We’ll be meeting him down there in Kharak Town. Any questions so far?”[/color]

Fat Pig was the street name  of Vladimir Petrov. A notorious dealer in illicit merchandise that ran his operations from Kharak town. He was infamous for his gluttony, huge size and brutal violence that he unleashed on anyone that double crossed him. Some even whisper that Petrov eats his enemies raw. Needless to say that Fat Pig has a reputation that is well known in the Frontier. However, what is also well known is that those who do their jobs well get solid rewards. That makes the man a bit of a double edged sword. You can earn good coin with the man but when things go sour, he unleashes hell. Evren wondered if any of his crew would have reservations regarding doing jobs for Vladimir Petrov.