Chapter 8 - Space truckers...

"I do not belive we currently have any interest in starting a mercenary group. We can always comfirm worh tpu if that changes" AD-hoc answers

Amused at AD-hoc's confusion, Ken decides to play along. 'So whaddaya say Commander AD-hoc? Ready to lead a mercenary outfit on some rebel world?'

"I couldn't imagine a better leader. Everyone move calculated perfectly, all commands issued with precision. I think there's a real opportunity here AD-hoc. You may want to roll with it."

AD-hoc pauses as he devotes all his processing power to thoughts of equipping, planning, and staffing a band of mercenaries. After some time, he simply say "No thanks. I think that is what beings call a '[i]headache', a massive one."[/i]

Dancy gives a little laugh at AD-hoc's consternation. Indicating the crates again, "If you're dropping those off, I'll get you a cred stick for them. In the meantime, you boys heading off anywhere or you putting your feet up here for a moment?"

"It's your loss ol buddy." Nox claps AD-hoc on the back. "I definitelyneed some rest. This carbon scoring on the outside has matching scrapes and bruises on the inside too."

Looking at his crewmates Ken shrugs. 'What're we doing next boys?' He looks down at the state of his armoured clothing, the melted plastoid plates and singed material, he's going to need to get this worked on properly. And stock back up on grenades and stimpacks. But he's not sure what else he wants to do. A little thought creeps in from the back of his mind. Something big.