>
> Scans revealed little of the planet upon approach as the facility
>was on the opposite side. However there was also little sign of a ship.
>That was mildly disturbing.
>
"Move in a little closer."
Jack looked at Selara speculatively, but she said, "It's ok. We're still in
enough cover that we can run if we have to."
>
> As they got closer, they spotted the ship. Well, a ship. It was
>not quite in a polor orbit, which made it possible to spot. But barely.
>The ship turned out to be an old Cardassian light freightor. Selara
>recognized it's markings. It belonged to Jackson Hardcastle, a freelance
>smuggler, cargo hauler, generalist for hire.... She had hired him for odd
>jobs, and knew of his sorted past- former Starfleet LCMR, discraced by some
>snotty elitist officers that took a disliking of him because he
>(reportedly)
>followed a higher command then their own. That and he really hated
>authority figures, dispised Starfleet, and when it came to jobs
>(particularily those with her) he did not ask any questions.
Selara's eyebrows rose and she started chuckling. "You certainly know how to
choose them, Garibaldi. Jackson Hardcastle. Maybe it'd be better if I dealt
with him. He has a slight... attitude towards Starfleet."
-SEra
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