There i was, ready to depart the station. All 64 tonnes of packaged tea and an equal amount of titanium was loaded onboard and ready to go. As i begin to board the ramp of my python i spot a young girl standing alone at the landing pad perimeter, she stood alone covered in dirt, the same dirt that was gathering in the air day after day making breathing difficult and life out here fleeting. Just as i turn to continue on my way i notice an equally filthy man and woman looking frantically around, moments later they spot the child and run to her scooping her into their arms. Dirt soaked tears running down their face's... Is it happiness or sadness i do not know... However i do know that the mean looking guards rounding the corner weaving between the bustle of the landing deck, with sharp eyes peering over the crowd had spotted their targets and were heading straight for the family i was watching gather what little they had left in the world. Within seconds the two guards had grabbed the father of the child and separated the mother and daughter. Drawn to the scene i step down from the boarding ramp and hastily make my way to the guards. "Is everything OK officer"? "This isnt your business, Push off"! one exclaims glaring at me with beady eyes and pistol drawn aimed at the father who stood trembling staring at his wife and child, motionless... silent... "These slaves escaped a transport and the captain wants them back" Snarls the other wielding a mean looking knife in one hand and restraints in the other. Looking around i see the general population moving around the scene avoiding eye contact and remaining silent hoping to avoid confrontation. "Surely we can work something out" i say, the words spilling out out of my mouth before i realise 'What are you doing' i wonder to my self but it feels like the right thing to say. "OH"! Exclaims the knife guard "For a few credits im sure we can look the other way, of course the captain doesnt have to know after all" "10,000 and they're yours" Says the other. 10,000! That's a lot of credits for anyone even a trader like myself. Only those fancy conda trader's have that sort of cash! "Done"! I say 'WHAT'! I Immediately think 'YOU FOOL'! But i cant bring myself to see this family return to wherever they came from. They escaped for a reason and ill be damned if i was gonna let these two pigs tie them up and drag them back to their precious captain! "hmmm that was easy" says the guard with the knife now sheathed and replaced with a datapad in an outstretched hand. I take the pad and punch in the neccesary codes and it is done im 10,000 credits down and feeling strangely OK with what i had just done. "Lets go" The other says holstering the pistol and turning to leave followed by his partner who wore a smug looking grin on his face as he pocketed the datapadd and with a curt nod and a small smile he disappeared into the crowds of people. "Thank you" whispers the woman gathering her dirty rags together. "Climb aboard theres hot water and food in the galley, im gonna take you somewhere where they will never harm you again..." I say turning back towards the boarding ramp with a small smile...
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Slaves transported and duly set aboard, free to start a new life.
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