A/N- what has is been a month since the last post, man I am slow, this story deservers better. This was all written around a month ago… I have a plan on where I am heading with this but I am not sure…
Major thanks MW for catching that, I hate when computer formatting fails me!!!
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"Turbulence is life force.
It is opportunity.
Let's love turbulence and use it for a change."
Ramsay Clark:
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"Harper I don't think you understand, we can't get these parts."
"Boss it's not a matter of these parts would be nice, or I think we may need these parts. This is matter of we get these parts or the Maru won't make it to the next port under her own power."
"Harper there has to be a way to make the parts last longer."
"Captain I may be a genius but even the Harper is not that good." I stank into the chair next to me and let out a sigh. Money, again it all boiled down to the dollar sign.
"Anyways we can buy stuff and build them, we all could help."
"Umm do you remember what happened the last time Trance got near engineering?"
"Last time, you mean when she got her tail stuck in one of the vents and blew out three circuits." I smiled remember Trance yelling at Harper while he whined about the damage to the maru, something about not caring for her and her tail more then a stupid ship. That started one very long argument; I think they were both still recovering. "Ok so Trance won't help this time. But Harper you've been on this boat for almost four years now, you know what money is like."
"There's never any. Trust me; it's the story of my life."
"Yeah so what do we do now?"
"Get another job that pays upfront."
"Those are hard to find, and those that do tend to do more damage then the money we get ever covers."
"Aren't they supposed to cover damage fees?"
"Better lawyers Harper." Harper sat down across from me staring off into space.
"What about that other job Beka?"
"Which one? Genexe no. Not his that other on from the information traders."
"The one's that wanted to put a data port in my head and use me to transfer ilgeal data across space lines for their war. No way Harper, I am never putting one of those things in my head."
"You don't have ta."
"It's a requirement for the job; some member of this crew needs to have a data port…." I stopped relieving what Harper wanted. "No! No way, Harper, those surgeries are risky at best and that is when they are done at good faculties and since they are play nice will be the last way to describe this place."
"Beka, we need the money, there's no other options… and we can use it for other hauls. I mean think of it the ability to download information from a computer. It would even come in handy for fixing the Maru." Harper was almost drooling thinking of what he could do with a data port. I looked at him, the marks of his last encounter where gone. His arm had healed; there weren't any scars on his face from the pipe blowing up. Amazingly he had stayed healthy for the last month. Maybe this would work. But that would require the universe being on our side for once, and that never happens.
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Why is the path unclear?
When we know home is near?
Once more with feeling-B:tvs
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