A Fistful of Credits

Mission:	A Fistful of Credits
Location:	Some God-forsaken Rock on the Askonian fringe.
Date:	198.05.17
We had a deal. In a dusty no-good bar on Asharu I met the miner with the metal eye. He winked and sold me twelve containers of low-grade ferrous ore hiding four hundred thirty two CP-carbines with enough ammunition to fuel a small insurgency for an entire muggy Volturn summer season. The next step was a rendezvous with Moon "High Rad" Salazar. Moon flies a Mule past Diktat patrols but never seems to get out of owing someone a lot of something. Reactor plating was always a bit thin, if you catch my meaning. I'm paid to ship cargo, not ask questions. But I gotta ask why's Moon saying she's not going to pay for this job, that "You might as well hand over the cargo now because no one needs to die for a shipment of hot guns". Now, I weren't the one to broach this question of who's dying for what out here, but now that's on the table being asked and I've got to provide her a good answer. I ping my Second with the go-code and flip the safeties. Fifty klicks away, the scope shows Moon's engines bloom with gamma radiation as she maneuvers to an attack vector.
Tactical Briefing
-Show "High Rad" Moon what it means to break a deal -Don't lost "Stranger II" -It's my most valuable possession -Moon's ship has delicate engine mods; use Salamander Missiles to leave her adrift
Your Flagship
Name:	Stranger II
Type:	Lasher-class

Order of Battle
Attacking	1x Lasher 1x hound	Attacking	1x Mule
"Just an honest trader trying to make a living, officer."		No-good two-timing "High Rad" Moon Salazar in a rustbucket mule