EXETERRPG: (1 - 1525) Miner 0145 “Greenhorn” and Mining Chief 0792 “Backwater”

[Mark Howard]

Mission: Space was cool before it mattered

Day: 1

Stardate: 2446.04.25


(Mining Station - Miner 0145 “Greenhorn” and Mining Chief 0792 “Backwater”
- 1525)

Greenhorn leant against the window, his fear slightly abating, but not yet
dwindling. He wasn’t keen on Fleet types, he wasn’t certain why but he;d
been told not to trust them, and him not being the brightest tool in the
shed, he tended to believe what he’d been told by those he saw as superior.

“Chief Backwater?” Greenhorn spoke gently, shyly.

“Green?” Backwater spoke, he wasn’t a large man, though somewhat portly and
thinning in his advancing age. His arms and shoulders ran with corded
muscle from decades of heavy work.

“You see this?” Green managed as he pointed out the window.

“Fleet scum?”

“No…I mean…possibly, but seriously watch this, the closeness to the
stanchions.” He ducked as the ship swept past, and swung round. “Makers
that was close. You trust these fools?” Green was young, and scared.

Backwater nodded. “I’ve seen some crazy adept flying in my time.” He sighed
gently. “The fleet may be fools, but talentless, they are not. To our
detriment sometimes.”

“Seems like we have no choice though. We called for help and they came."
The young miner said, no small amount of fear in his voice."
"Relax kid." The older man said, almost fatherly. "Judging by the pilots
manoeuvre, they'll be getting us out any minute." He motioned. "Form up
near the Lieutenant there."

With a nod the young miner left, the older man still staring out the
window, a distant look on his face.
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