> >
> > She shrugged. "We go way back. He needed to get some things done - some
>that aren't exactly sanctioned by Starfleet - and he pays me well, in
>addition to securing some of my cargo routes for me, which has brought me
>some fat profit in the past several months. Speaking of fat profit,
>however, how would you like to do a little... stealth work? It would pay,
>and you'd be able to get payback to those Starfleets who scrweed you over."
> >
>
> "What do I have to do? How much profit? and what's the catch?
>Not exactly in the order..." Jackson asked...
>
"The catch is that you'd be working for Garibaldi, and you'd have to spend
some time under cover on a Starfleet base. He wants someone ferretting out
all the corrupt Starfleet pansies who've been screwing over the system, but
he'd never be able to get a current Starfleet crewman close enough. Those
guys have a lot of people in their pockets. If he can put someone on his
own payroll in a good place, he'll be able to nail those suckers for
everything they're worth. You'd be able to negotiate a deal with Garibaldi."
"That is a hell of a catch. Why should I help him? Starfleet has done
nothing for me lately, and some of those pansies actually help folks like us
out... by either being corrupt, lazy, or stupid..."
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