Felix waited as the ship abruptly came out of jump in the Yumarii system. Once it was safe, he began to set up the autopilot. It's designation was a nearby planet, a Militia-controlled farming planet named Joul. While it was inconvenient having to land at a Miltia planet, the only thing they knew of him was his armor and ship ID. Hopefully he can find somewhere to refuel his Goblin without any questions asked. It was still near the edge of space that wasn't patrolled as often, so hopefully the Militia wouldn't come on a patrol and recognized his ship.

Of course, having IMC tags on the ship's computer would prove to be an issue, especially since he was spotted only one system over. However, this was an out of the way colony, the locals probably be convinced not to tell the Militia, after a few thousand credits found their way into a mans bank account of course. As his ship made it's way towards the Militia planet, he began to get a notification of an attempted communication to his ship. It's ID was IMC, but no more data was given. Sighing, he accepted the call as the holographic projector on his ship whirred to life as the blue hologram of a man very obviously getting along in his years wearing a black coat with red accents along many areas.

He said one word as a greeting, "Marder."

The IMC general didn't miss a beat, simply replying with, "Mercenary."

Felix just sighed, "What do you want this time Marder? I'm not your usual contact. What do you want that the Preds can't give you?"

Marder simply replied, "I need you to defend a shipment going to a planet for an important purpose. You will be paid 12,000 credits."

Felix's eyes widened at the large price, "That's a steep price, even for you Marder, I don't normally do defense, I'm an assassin not an army, why aren't the Predators on this?"

The General nodded once, "I am aware that you don't normally do this type of contract, however, you're our only competent Mercenary aside from Kuben Blisk and his team. The job is to defend a Widow-class ship filled with materials. To answer your other question, I have them doing another contract on Typhon and I cannot spare them currently to defend a singular shipment."

Felix nodded a few times, contemplating the offer, "Alright, when's the shipment and where should I be?"

Marder just replied, "At the end of this transmission, I will include coordinates and the date of the shipment. Upon arrival of the shipment, your payment will be given."

With that, the hologram of the IMC General faded away into pixels. Felix just sighed as he made his way to the front of the ship, the large planet of Joul filled the view port of the cockpit. The planet was mostly blue as 85% of the surface was water, with a large group of islands being the only landmasses on the entire planet. The planet of Joul was the planet in the frontier with the record of having the largest diversity of sea-life in the entire known universe. It also is the planet responsible for 39% of the entire Frontier's export of fish. The cities themselves are not known for being great as the oldest colony on the planet is only 16 years old. There are few military installations on the planet, with only 1 Militia Base staffed by grunts in the center of the island Nubo Linera, the largest Island on the planet. Most buildings are made from wood and thatch roofing.

The dropship began to rattle viciously as it began to enter the atmosphere at a higher speed than he'd like. Within seconds, the loud rattle of the ship began to fade as the sound of wind smacking against the hull replaced it. Slowly the ship made it's descent towards the few landing pads the colony had and powered down the engines once he was sure he was on the platform.

The colonists apparently hadn't asked many questions, which he was lucky for but he wasn't going to complain. He'd opted to leave his armor and weapons on the ship, aside from an old P2013 sidearm concealed under his coat he chose to wear. He paid the crew as they began to refuel his ship for the stores they had. It was more expensive here compared to the refinery moon he'd last been on since they had to transport it here, but hopefully he shouldn't be interrupted this time around.

Felix, with plenty of time to spare, began to tour around the large colony. While most of the planet was ocean, the landmass was still plenty big for a colony to build on. He'd landed on the far side of the landmass from the major city Tykor, which meant he was as far as he could get from the Militia base on the planet. In the small village he was in, which he learned was named Tylt, was the smallest village on the planet, and to his relief was rarely inspected by the Militia. Due to how long it took to refuel, he'd decided to rent out a hotel room for a bit to rest up. He'd been running from the Militia for a few days and he earned some relaxation.

The only hotel he could find in the town was a small, almost run down hotel that obviously had seen better days. It was the best he could find on such short notice, and didn't like the idea of going to other towns and getting further away from his ship than he already was. The inside of his room was much nicer than the outside of the hotel. He'd decided that he would take a nap before planning his next moves. The Militia didn't know he was here, they rarely inspected the Village, and they'd never think to look in their own territories when IMC controlled space was so near. What could go wrong?