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[h3][b][color=E948FC]Danny Kingston[/color][/b][/h3]
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[Center]Shields: [color=red]40%[/color] - Hull: [color=yellow]Mild damage sustained[/color] - Turret: [color=yellow]Mild damage sustained[/color]
Engines: [color=yellow]Mild damage sustained[/color] - Life Support System: [color=Yellow]Oxygen Recycling at 90%[/color] - Sensors: [color=mediumspringgreen]Online[/color][/center]

[color=E948FC]“No, no, no. If we’re filt’y rich, I am not hangin’ around inside the Belt. We’re gonna ‘ave a nice place, take nice vacations, ‘angout at expensive places ‘cause we can and we’ll give all t’e fancy snobs whiplash when we show up. I do not want ta make t’e ball pit of doom ‘ome.”[/color] Danni shudder, the aches and pains fro just running through it protesting any potential future where they went through the Belt on a regular basis. Danni did offer the purrgills a lazy wave as the hyperdrive computer calculated the jump. [color=E948FC]“Though I gotta agree with Princess on this one, Dee. We can grab that weird meat substitute they have on Titan. Terran meat is too expensive since they gotta ship it off world. We are swingin’ by Sandix’s place. Wanna sell off the Nav data before someone else comes lookin’ for it.”[/color] The hyperspace computer pinged, announcing it was ready to launch. 

[color=E948FC]“Alright everyone, buckle in and ‘ope t’at’s all t’e purrgills we find.”[/color] Danni announced, as he pushed himself back into his chair. The last of the purrgills slipped out of sight, down below the ship as Danni primed the gravity generator and the life support stabilizers. Inside the Ravager’s pouch was a credit stick with 23 credits, a small silver ball with a blue button on top, and a bottle of fine silver sand. Danni slammed forward the hyperdrive throttle. “Next stop, 15 million credits!” 

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[h3][b][color=E948FC]Danny Kingston[/color][/b][/h3]
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[center][h2][b][u]Titan[/u][/b][/h2][/center]

Titan seemed to appear out of thin air as The Excelsior dropped out of hyperspace. Atmosphere still heavily yellowed from the high concentration of nitrogen and methane, dark shapes were visible in the gaseous clouds as freight and passenger ships passed through. Although originally used as only a launch point to explore claims of precious metals in Corvu’s core, nitrogen farming had quickly followed the miners in order to supply the artificial farms built in the wake of Terra’s mechanical transformations with a regular source of fertilizer. It was the second biggest business on the moon and special freighters flew in and out of the planet with hundreds of thousands of pounds of pressurized gas canisters. 

Danni eased the Excelsior down through the yellow haze of the upper atmosphere until they broke free of the heavy clouds. The Fallow Biome sat on the edge of the Silvered Sea, the largest body of liquid methane on Titan. Massive terraforming structures, resembling oil rigs, alternated between drawing gasses out of the atmosphere and pumping oxygen into the air via long metal shafts protruding from the top. Low altitude transports skipped between the terraformers and the biomes, transporting people, supplies, and gasses. 

Beyond that, the Fallow Biome loomed. A gargantuan iridescent metal sphere, Fallow dominated the local space. Its space port could house up to 250 freighters and an additional 50 personal ships in a complex array that stretched out towards Corvu along the moon’s surface. Kilder Co. defense systems were in place, towers half the height of the Biome stretching all around the space port, each equipped with top of the line ground to air ion cannons that could reach a few miles beyond the atmosphere. The installment of the towers was less than a Terran year ago, completed despite widespread disapproval when the money could be used to improve the conditions inside the Biome.

[color=E948FC]“Fallow tower 1331, t’is is T’e Excelsior requestin’ permission ta land, SSIC 2038923.”[/color] Danni called over the comm as they approached the Fallow Space Port. Silence stretched for a long moment, Danni cocking his head in confusion as he prepped the landing gear. 

“2038923, this is Fallow tower 1331. Please identify your cargo.” A smooth robotic voice replied. Danni mouthed the word cargo over and over. They didn’t have any cargo, besides themselves, their weapons, and food, right? Cargo, cargo, cargo… Oh shit!

[color=E948FC]“Oh, shit, I mean yeah, cargo. Uh, actually, we found it abandoned outside of t’e Belt and we took a bit of a beatin’ so we brought it as spare parts? Please don’t tax us on it - we aren’t selling it!”[/color] Danni explained quickly. He wasn’t sure what vendor fees were, but he did not want to find out what they thought docking a second ship was worth. There was silence for a while. 

“Due to the quantity and location of the spare parts, you will be required to land at Dock 36 - B. No import fees will be applied so long as it does not leave the hanger.” The voice responded. The monitor displayed a credit request and Danni sighed. It was 25% more expensive than normal since they were in an oversized hanger rather than the normal one, but at least there weren’t import taxes as well. Danni approved the transfer. “SSIN 2038923, you are cleared for landing. Sending coordinates now.”
Danni slowly lowered the ship into the landing area with a small jolt as the landing gear made contact. The hanger ceiling sealed shut and the Nav displayed a small timer as the hanger pressurized. [color=E948FC]“Okay, okay! Team meeting at t’e ‘olo table!” Danni yelled over the comms before racing out of the cockpit. “We gotta do some plannin’ right? Cause we’re gonna ‘ave competition and we gotta know ‘ow we’re gettin’ our dough! I say we ‘ead ta Kol’kill, sell off t’e nav data for whatever credits t’e Val’shin are willin’ to part wit’, see if Sandix knows anyt’in’ about t’e situation, and go from t’ere!”[/color] And it definitely wasn’t so he could take the edge off his nerves with a drink or three. Between nearly dying in the belt, and the absurd amount of money they were banking on, Danni was keyed up, on edge, and alternating between ready to take on the world and crumple into a mess of despair.