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And Its Name Is Havik

“The info looks legit, Jace. You already prepping the ship?”

“Just checking that issue we were having with slow clockwise turret tracking…”

“I think you should load Sparky.” He gives me a surprised look. Ion pulse missiles are very valuable in this trade. They are expensive and rare as hell here on Spider but when things really go to shit, they can be the difference between a great score and a month spent patching up holes in your hull.

“Really? What are we up against?”

“It’s just an old MISC transport, he said it won’t even be well armed. It’s just, I don’t entirely trust this guy.”

He jumps off the handholds and onto the wing. “Oh… Rekks don’t trust ‘em?” He puts his arms up and gestures with gun-hands. “Well if that’s the case let’s load all the missiles and go in guns hot!” That shit-eating grin on his face says it all, freakin smart ass.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. Just load Sparky, ya dickhead.”

“Hey, Hey” He climbs off the ship and disappears into the storage room.

This job looks like a walk in the greenhouse. I’ve already got a buyer lined up. I’m sure I’m just being overly cautious.

“JACE, HURRY UP! WE NEED TO BE AT THE COORDINATES IN LESS THAN SIX HOURS TO SPEAR OUR WHALE!”

“The cargos that valuable, huh?” I can barely hear him yell back over the shuffling of metal containers.

“NAH, BUT IT IS IN THE NEMO SYSTEM.”

“Ooooohh, I get it! Good one!”

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Rekktor "Korenwolf" Falx
Rekktor, or Rekks, is the older of the Falx brothers.  He is the pilot of their cutlass: Havik.

Galactapedia Summary

Cathcart System

A rather unremarkable system with no planets. The only destination is the pirate hub, Spider.

Spider

Spider is our home. It's a twisted mass of scrapped and salvaged ship wrecks floating in space. A wretched hive of scum and villainy.

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