A vast distance away from the core worlds of humanity, and in the year of 5016 U, a blinkgate vessel assumes a standard orbit over the planet Varyoth.

A board is one Addison Weller, codenamed Minus, who wakes up from their cryogenic slumber.

Their virtual assistant on board alerts them and awakens them to this fresh scent of coffee and toast being prepared automatically for them

as there is a politely repeating tone

of an unread message trying to get Addison's attention.

Addison, what do you do?

Uh, we'll shake herself off, get over, immediately ignoring the message first and foremost, we'll go and grab a piece of toast.

And as she shoves that in her mouth, she'll sort of sit down and just give a tap to the message so she can see it.

Yeah, fucking wrong got you.

Sitting down at your table, sitting down at your table in orbit of Varyoth, you see a planet

mostly covered in desert sands.

This backwater mining planet has been found to have rich deposits of fuel that is required

for this commerce in blink space.

But there are also these roaring oceans, a very pleasant backdrop of blues that make the atmosphere very pleasant to be around.

Lots of oranges and blues that are kind of peeking through your window.

As you see an alert from what looks like the captain of this vessel.

Be ready to be read.

I will read.

As you pick up the, or open the message, it reads,

while I am always thankful to have a lancor aboard, I'm afraid I will have to cut and run once you drop.

The blockade around this planet of the hand of Thorns is becoming too tense for me to keep smuggling you Lancers back and forth.

There is a communication link to a union officer who wishes to call for you to call them when you are ready.

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