Wing Commander Privateer: Ernesto Sandoval

Bartender

Hey, buddy, you heard the latest? Seems that the TCS Valiant has just… disappeared. That’s the second carrier the Confederation has lost along the border. It’s a sure bet the Kilrathi have their paws in this!

Have you seen a guy named Tybol Carr? The InterSys Ops are looking for him… something about a murder trial. I hear this Carr is well connected. Anyone who can get him off world wins the jackpot…

Hey, I heard a good one the other day. Seems that there’s this hollow asteroid along the Kilrathi border… The thing of it is, the Kilrathi use it as a munitions dump! The guy who finds that dump can help himself to as much ordnance as he can haul!

Sandoval

Sandoval: Welcome to New Detroit. You look like a man who’s hungry for work.

Burrows: Among other things. You hiring?

Sandoval: Indeed I am. A simple delivery of iron, strictly legit.

Burrows: I’ve heard that song before, Mr…?

Sandoval: Sandoval, Ernesto Sandoval.

Burrows: Then I’ll be your pilot.

Sandoval: You’ll be running the load of iron to the Liverpool refinery in Newcastle, which is just a short jump from here. No contraband, no hassles. Just dock at the station. My people will pick up the cargo. Afterwards, return here for your payment, 15000 credits. Interested?

Accept:

Burrows: Sure, why not? I could use the credits. What about an advance?

Sandoval: Will this do?

Burrows: What is it, some sort of… sculpture?

Sandoval: It’s an alien artefact. Extremely valuable. Soon I’ll be selling it for a considerable sum. In the meantime, I’ll let you hold on to it as collateral.

Burrows: In other words, it’s hot and you want to distance yourself from it.

Sandoval: For a while. If you’ll just hold on to it for me, just for this run… I’ll pay you a bonus of 5000 when you return. Fair enough?

Burrows: I suppose… though I’m sure I’ll wind up regretting this…

Sandoval: Go with God, my suspicious friend. And hurry back.

Reject:

Burrows: Sorry, I’m looking for a higher paying mission right now.

Sandoval: You fool, you have no idea… All right, fine. Take a hike, I’ve got my own problems.

Burrows: I’m reconsidering your offer, Sandoval.

Sandoval: A wise move. I can’t understand why you walked away from such an easy job. I have something here that I want to show you.

Burrows: What is it, some sort of… sculpture?

Sandoval: It’s an alien artefact. Extremely valuable. Soon I’ll be selling it for a considerable sum. If you accept my mission I’ll let you hold on to it as collateral. You’ll run iron from here to the Liverpool refinery in Newcastle. Once there, dock and allow my men to retrieve the cargo. Return here with my artefact, and I’ll pay you a 15000 fee… along with 5000 for the artefact’s return. Do we have a deal?

Accept:

Sandoval: Good. Keep this artefact in a safe place. I will have your ship loaded with iron immediately. Get moving.

Reject:

Burrows: Maybe later, Sandoval.

Sandoval: I need to find someone right away, so don’t take too long to make up your mind.

Sandoval: What are you doing here? You should’ve been gone long ago!

Burrows: Some other business came up.

Sandoval: This delay is risking us both!

Burrows: I thought this job was just a run of iron to the Liverpool refinery base.

Sandoval: The artefact. Is it safe?

Burrows: Sure. Why wouldn’t it be?

Sandoval: Just get it off this base.

Burrows: What’s the hurry?

Sandoval: You don’t want to know. Trust me. Run the iron from here to the Liverpool refinery in Newcastle. Your ship has already been loaded. Deliver the iron, return here, and I’ll pay you 15000 for your trouble, along with a 5000 bonus when you return my artefact.

Burrows: All right, I’ll get right on it. You’ve made your point.

Sandoval: I hope so… for both our sakes…

Fly Sandoval

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