The Freelancer -Part Eight- The introductory meeting took nearly two hours, and that was only laying the basics on the table. The prize: An estimated one billion gallons of Petron 23. A key component in some of the higher grade starship propulsion drives. Even if the market took a low sway that amount is still a huge fortune. I won’t deny I nearly whistled when I heard that. This also meant my job would be all the more pressing from my employers. People get anThe Freelancer -Part Eight-
The Freelancer -Part Seven- The small Raknon only sat long enough to exchange some silent eye communication with the big white one before standing again and turning towards the human side of the table to speak.The Freelancer -Part Seven-
“The Eriurk Wou’Tah greets all well and peace. His wish to trade and barter for many goods. I Kawa is voice of Eriurk.” Kawa’s voice was young but strong and what I got from his broken English was the leader, the Eriurk, wanted a nice peaceful trade and
The Freelancer -Part Six- It didn’t take long before the other half of the meeting’s occupants to arrive, making me envious of their grander entrance. The Raknon are an intimidating sight to see in person, especially for a first-timer like myself. The best I can describe them would be a cross between a canine, a baboon, and some type of lizard, and possessed the fierceness of all three combined. The first two who stepped in almost looked like twins. They bore theThe Freelancer -Part Six-
The Freelancer -Part Five- A security guard gave me a quick scan for concealed weapons, making my choice to come defenseless all the more wise. The conference room I stepped into was one of many inside this building and looked very plain. The only furniture was the horseshoe shaped meeting table and chairs arranged along its outer curve. On the far side sat the three men who had hired me on for this negotiation. All three looking just old enough to be grandparents. A man with short solid white hair and matching beard stood up to shake my hand. He introduced himself as Mr. ChThe Freelancer -Part Five-
Time for a break in thought
Neutral
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Gallantry is back..
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“Now me lay down
to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down
like sheep.
Give dem to me
nice and dead.
Me no happy
‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs (Pearls Before Swine)
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"It's an impossible choice! I'll just have to hope that when I flip the coin it somehow explodes and kills me." - Bernard Black -
How are you?
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"It's an impossible choice! I'll just have to hope that when I flip the coin it somehow explodes and kills me." - Bernard Black -
I'm fine, thank you
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Behold the definition of cruel irony: the words "lisp," "dyslexic," and "hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia," and the name "attention deficit hyperactivity disorder."
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Shawna A. Smart
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"It's an impossible choice! I'll just have to hope that when I flip the coin it somehow explodes and kills me." - Bernard Black -
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