As the matt black Anaconda settled serenely on a landing pad at Coney Gateway its pilot shut down the engines and set about carefully prepping her for storage. Musing while he worked, Starwarker considered the events of the last couple of months. With Wally, Furieux and Adamantium busy playing hide the saltine with Archon Delaine and his fellows, he had been working quietly in the background. The ‘tourists’ he’d been discreetly ferrying around neighbouring systems had paid well; simple charters from simple people of little interest to anyone – unless examined more carefully. The few curious bounty hunters and patrolling SysAuths that did show an interest quickly moved on once they realised the cruise liner had some teeth...

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