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Wing Commander Privateer: Lynn Murphy


Agricultural Planet Landing Pad
Agricultural Planet Concourse

Monkhouse

Dr Lemuel Monkhouse
Burrows: Dr Monkhouse, I presume.
Monkhouse: Yes, you do, greatly. I wish to be alone.
Burrows: Sorry, Doc, but I didn’t run the blockade just to be treated like a vacuum salesman. I need a favour. I understand you’re an expert on alien… antiquities.
Monkhouse: That I am, but my consulting price is currently transportation off this rock.
Burrows: Say no more, climb into my ship and we’re out of here.
Monkhouse: Heavens, no! Not while the blockade is in effect! I shall sit tight until that unfortunate situation is ended. Should you wish to facilitate that circumstance, head for Basra. From what I understand, the resistance is centred there.
Burrows: Basra, huh? All right… I’ll look into it.
Monkhouse: You do that. I’ll be right here, waiting.
Refinery Base Landing Pad
Refinery Base Concourse
Lynn Murphy

Lynn Murphy 1

Murphy: You here to sign up?
Burrows: Sign up for what, Miss…?
Murphy: ‘Miss’ nothing. The name’s Lynn Murphy. I go by Murphy.
Burrows: Fine, Murphy. Look, all I want is to get down to Palan. I’m looking for… an old friend, and I can’t get through.
Murphy: Join the club. You get to cool your heels with the rest of us on Basra awhile. Bronte Corporation has thrown up a blockade around Palan. Tough luck… but you could turn a nice profit, if you’re smart. There’s two corporations in the Palan system, Rondell and Bronte. Bronte is responsible for the blockade. They want to block Rondell food exports, while kicking up their own to fill the void, stealing Rondell’s market share. I’m organising the resistance for Rondell from this base. Hired resistance.
Burrows: My reasons for wanting to get down to Palan are personal.
Murphy: Sure, but you’ll never break the blockade alone. Smarten up, fly-boy.
Burrows: Fly-boy? I’m a privateer!
Murphy: Privateer, is it? Why not sign on? The money’s good. This next mission, an intercept operation, pays 15000 credits. Interested?
Accept:
Burrows: Hey, if I’m gonna bang up against that blockade, might as well get paid for it.
Murphy: Good, I got a mission right now. We’ve traced several jumps in-system. They’re merc ships, coming to reinforce the Bronte blockade. I want you to intercept them at Nav 1 of the Palan system and prevent them from joining the main group… by any means necessary.
Burrows: Funny, you don’t look like the type to use euphemisms.
Murphy: Just trying to spare you, ace. You look like the squeamish type to me.
Burrows: Yeah? Suppose you’ve never seen a real man up close. I could arrange it, if you like.
Murphy: Sure. If one comes by, let me know. Just stop those reinforcements, and meet me back here afterwards… without the cheap come-ons, got it?
Burrows: Murphy… you’re all heart.
Reject:
Burrows: I’m not looking to get involved in any corporate war. I’ll take my chances with the blockade alone.
Murphy: Your loss, ace, I got no time to argue with you. It’s your funeral.
Murphy: Back again? If you’re here to bust my chops some more…
Burrows: Chill, Murphy. I’m thinking of signing on after all.
Murphy: Yeah? Well, we could use an extra hand. Bronte has hired mercs to reinforce their blockade of Palan. The merc ships have jumped in-system, and are set to rendezvous with Bronte forces. We’ll pay you 15000 credits to intercept them at Nav 1 of the Palan system and prevent them from joining the main group… preferably by blowing them to pieces. Afterwards, return here for your pay and another assignment. For the last time, are you interested or not?
Accept:
Burrows: Hey, if I’m gonna bang up against that blockade, might as well get paid for it.
Murphy: Prevent those mercs from joining the main group… by any means necessary.
Burrows: Funny, you don’t look like the type to use euphemisms.
Murphy: Just trying to spare you, ace. You look like the squeamish type to me.
Burrows: Yeah? Suppose you’ve never seen a real man up close. I could arrange it, if you like.
Murphy: Sure. If one comes by, let me know. Just stop those reinforcements, and meet me back here afterwards… without the cheap come-ons, got it?
Burrows: Murphy… you’re all heart.
Reject:
Burrows: I suppose I’ll still take my chances with the blockade alone.
Murphy: If you don’t want my missions, then leave me alone, got it?
Murphy: Didn’t I give you a mission to fly, Mister?
Burrows: Yeah, but I had business to tend to…
Murphy: Stow it. This is important! If you want this blockade broken, and want to get paid, you better listen up! Merc ships have jumped in-system to reinforce the Bronte blockade of Palan. Unless you intercept them at Nav 1 of the Palan system and prevent them from joining the main group, this blockade won’t end any time soon.
Burrows: Okay, okay… I’m on my way.
Fly Murphy 1

Lynn Murphy 2

Burrows: Scratch one set of reinforcements, Lynn.
Murphy: Make it Murphy. Only my close friends call me Lynn.
Burrows: And how do I go about getting close to you?
Murphy: I’m a sucker for love letters… posted from Kilrah.
Burrows: Jeez, you must have a lot of company.
Murphy: No. And I like it that way. Now listen up. We’ve received a tip that a large scout patrol is approaching our base. They’re probably just looking for the first reinforcement wing… but if they come across this base, they’ll destroy it. We’re not equipped to deal with an assault.
Accept:
Burrows: I can handle that patrol, no sweat. Where do I find them?
Murphy: They’re currently sweeping the Palan system. Intercept and eliminate the reinforcements at Nav 1… assuming you can.
Burrows: Like I said, don’t sweat it. I’ll handle things on my end. It’s your end I’m concerned with.
Murphy: Again with the cheap come-ons? How about a fat lip, Mister?
Burrows: Lighten up. I only meant for you to have the money when I get back. I like you, Murphy, but you ain’t keeping me up nights.
Murphy: At last, we have something in common.
Reject:
Burrows: No can do. The downside’s too steep. I think I’d do better against this blockade on my own.
Murphy: I think you’re kidding yourself. You’ll never get down to Palan without help… but that’s not my problem. Good luck. You’ll need it.
Murphy: You want me to beg you to take the blasted mission? Forget it! A large scout patrol may be headed towards our base… but I’ll never be desperate enough to plead with someone like you.
Burrows: C’mon, Murphy. Can’t a guy have second thoughts? I’ve got to get down to Palan. Seems like if you get blown to atoms, it doesn’t improve my chances.
Murphy: Logic from a spacer? That’s a first… but you’re right. This base won’t survive an assault, and we could use your help. We’ll pay you 10000 credits to intercept that patrol. That’s my final offer.
Accept:
Burrows: I can handle that patrol, no sweat. Where do I find them?
Murphy: They’re currently sweeping the Palan system. Intercept and destroy them at Nav 1… assuming you can.
Burrows: Like I said, don’t sweat it. I’ll handle things on my end. It’s your end I’m concerned with.
Murphy: Again with the cheap come-ons? How about a fat lip, Mister?
Burrows: Lighten up. I only meant for you to have the money when I get back. I like you, Murphy, but you ain’t keeping me up nights.
Murphy: At last, we have something in common.
Reject:
Burrows: Still no can do, Murphy. The downside’s getting steeper by the minute.
Murphy: Then buzz off. I got a blockade to break through.
Murphy: Well, you may talk a good game… but I can’t say I’m impressed with your performance so far.
Burrows: Performance? We haven’t even got to the good night kiss yet.
Murphy: If you spent as much time flying as you do making lousy jokes, you’d have flown the mission by now. What’s the hold-up? Scared? Or are you enjoying the rec facilities here on scenic Basra too much to be bothered?
Burrows: No problem. I just got tied up.
Murphy: Look, either head for Nav 1 and intercept that patrol headed for our base, or blow off the 10000 credits and quit wasting my time.
Fly Murphy 2

Lynn Murphy 3

Murphy: I heard you waxed the patrol. Not too bad, Ace.
Burrows: That’s the closest thing to a compliment you’ve ever given me. Getting sentimental in your golden years, Murphy?
Murphy: If I came on to you in my golden years it wouldn’t be sentiment… it’d be senility. Now listen up. Our attacks on Bronte’s reinforcements have finally weakened the blockade. They’re running low on fuel, food, patience, you name it. It’s time to make the big push and break the blockade. If you’ll throw in, I can provide a force of two militia Talons for your wing. We’ll pay you 15000 credits when you return here. You in?
Accept:
Burrows: I can’t speak for everyone, but… I like kicking a guy when he’s down.
Murphy: Then you’ll start right away, before more reinforcements jump in-system. This’ll be a tough one. The blockade is holding at Nav 4 of Palan system in orbit around Palan. If you make it through, pick up your friend and return here for your pay.
Burrows: You worried about my pay… or that I might leave without saying goodbye?
Murphy: Believe me, if you had left without saying hello I’d be delighted.
Burrows: You’re one tough broad, Murphy.
Murphy: Why… that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.
Reject:
Burrows: This is a really bad idea, Murphy. Bronte’s net isn’t as frayed as it seems. This is a suicide run. I want out.
Murphy: This is the best chance we’ll get, we can’t hold off the reinforcements for ever… but do whatever you want. No skin off my nose.
Murphy: What’s your problem? You’re about as decisive as a politico.
Burrows: Just trying to check out all my options, Murphy.
Murphy: Hey, you want to get down to Palan and hook up with your friend, you have no option but to fly this mission. We’re going to try to break the blockade with you or without you… but this is your best chance to get to Palan, and make 15000 credits to boot. So… are you going to hook up with the two Talons we managed to dig up, head for Nav 4 and kick some butt… or kiss your friend, and your fee, good-bye?
Accept:
Burrows: I can’t speak for everyone, but… I like kicking a guy when he’s down.
Murphy: Then you’ll start right away, before more reinforcements jump in-system. If you make it through, pick up your friend and return here for your pay.
Burrows: You worried about my pay… or that I might leave without saying goodbye?
Murphy: Believe me, if you had left without saying hello I’d be delighted.
Burrows: You’re one tough broad, Murphy.
Murphy: Why… that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.
Reject:
Burrows: Actually I just came to kiss you goodbye, Murphy. I’m gonna make this run on my own.
Murphy: Oh, you are a dreamer. You’ll never make it to Palan on your own. Now beat it, before I have to throw you outta here myself.
Murphy: I don’t know what your angle is, mister, but if we don’t punch through that blockade now, we never will.
Burrows: Yeah… I have been kind of dragging my heels.
Murphy: You should be dragged by your heels. Look, if you want to pick up this friend of yours, now is the time. The blockade ships orbiting Palan at Nav 4 won’t be getting any weaker. We’ve got to hit them now, before more reinforcements arrive. Two militia Talons are standing by to accompany you on the assault. Don’t come back here until the mission is finished and you want your pay. I’ve wasted too much time with you as it is.
Fly Murphy 3
Speech Speech
Hunter: You’ll have to go through us to get to Palan!

Complete

Burrows: Just like I promised, I’ve come back for my pay… and anything else you’d like to give me.
Murphy: I never considered a swift kick in the butt an incentive, but have it your way.
Burrows: Cute. Give me my money before I get all mushy on you.
Murphy: Here it is. Did you find your friend?
Burrows: Not yet. I’ll pick him up on the next run.
Murphy: There won’t be a next run, ace. Not flying for us, anyway. The blockade’s broken, and hard as it may be for you to believe… we don’t need you any more.
Burrows: Well, thanks for breaking it to me gently, sweetheart. You’re an angel.
Murphy: News is news. What do you want, tears? Fact is, the job’s done. If you want your friend, go to Palan and pick him up. No skin off my nose, either way…
See Dr Lemuel Monkhouse (again) on Palan agricultural planet, in the Palan system.

Failure

Burrows: What’s the matter, Murphy? You look more sour than usual.
Murphy: You want it straight? Well here it is. I don’t think much of your flying. You’re sloppy. You fail to realise mission objectives. We can’t afford to waste time with you. You’re washed up here. Collect your things and pull out.
Burrows: But we have the same goal. I have to get down to Palan.
Murphy: Then you’ll have to do it alone. Good-bye.

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