Thanks,
Dave
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Divine Interdiction
We were just preparing to make contact with the subject planet, when the Divine Messenger appeared.
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“All tests have been completed captain,” my first officer, Grell, said. “I can’t believe our luck. This planet is ripe: early stage tech development, relatively high population, mostly untapped natural resources, and a divided competitive political climate. We will have no problem at all establishing a very lucrative trade franchise here before the big outfits move in.”
I nodded my head in satisfaction. “No other issues, Zdond?” I asked the second officer.
“None worth mentioning, sir. We will have to take standard bioware precautions, when we are on the planet. They don’t seem to have done anything to eliminate mundane biovectors.”
“Well, that’s probably going to be one of the first negotiating items then,” I said grinning at my crew. “Basic health tools are always one of the hottest items with primitive civilizations.”
I was just about to order that the cloaking shield be dropped, when my first officer noticed the arrival of the messenger.
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Nellie