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You spot a bulletin on the station holoboard and stop by to read it.

'WANTED: S.R. Express 4493, Dead! WHY: Consorting and sharing information with Earthforce, leading to the capture of various pirates in the inner system.

REWARD: 5 Million Credits (Unmarked)! See Blue Pirate Grix at Brigand's Stronghold to collect the bounty on this Earthforce weasel!'

"Finally! A lot o' good men got put away cause of that kid's meddling. We've also let Earthforce know that they can't protect their lackeys who squeal on us. The destruction o' that ship won two victories today! Good work Simon, ya've earned this..."

You spot another bulletin on the station holoboard.

Wondering if it's a bounty, you decide to check it out.

'WANTED: Cadet W. Crusher, Dead! WHY: The capture of many pirates in the inner system; assisting Earthforce in obtaining engineering schematics on various pirate sub-systems.

REWARD: 10 Million Credits (Unmarked)! Last seen at Enforcer Station, Sol. See Volcom Pirate Sveck at Brigand's Stronghold to collect the bounty on this know-it-all overachiever!'

"I feel betta, knowin' that good for not'in kid is finally dead. This'll be a lesson to them overacheivin' know-it-all punks that come outta nowhere 'n' solve all o' Earthforce's problems! Pirate hunter? Not Volcom Pirate Sveck starts laughing.

Another discreet bulletin catches your eye as you walk past the station's holoboard.

'WANTED: Trader Lazrack, Dead! WHY: The salvaging of pirate debris from destroyed ships, and selling said wreckage to Earthforce intelligence!

REWARD: 30 Million Credits (Unmarked)! Known to frequent Shadow. See Blue Pirate Johan at Brigand's Stronghold to collect the bounty on this loathsome vulture!'

"Ah! Finally, I see that Trader Lazrack has been taken care of! His speedy salvage of our wrecked ships will no longer be a threat to our security. Selling our technology to Earthforce? Hooh, he had this coming, he had this one coming..."

"Yo, ain't you that bounty hunter who's been picking off all those Earthforce lackeys?" asks a young man with a ream of holographic papers in his arms.

When you nod, he grins and hands you a flyer. "A request from the higher-ups," he says, before scampering off.

'WANTED: Mister the Prefect, Dead! WHY: As the star pilot of Earthforce, the disposal or capture of honest pirates at work!

REWARD: 50 Million Credits (Unmarked)! See Topaz Eye Jimmy at Brigand's Stronghold to collect the bounty on this vain pretty boy!'

"So you wrecked his pretty little Enforcer, yeah? Good job, kid. If it's one thing i can't stand, it's those good-looking pricks who think they're actually skillful with a gun."

"[Character Name], Ain't it?" You turn around and see a young man - the same one who gave you a flyer on Mister the Prefect - with a thin sheaf of papers in his hand.

"This poor bastard is for some real hard cowboys," he says, handing you a sheet.

'WANTED: S.R. Tycoon 7479, Dead! WHY: The preemptive destruction of honest pirates, trying to negotiate on the contents of it's cargo!

REWARD 80 Million Credits (UNMARKED)! See Topaz Eye Jimmy at Brigand's Stronghold to collect the bounty on this trigger-happy redneck!'

"I'm impressed...you even shot down the trump ace of those Star-Runner punks. Not bad, kid, not bad at all..."

"Howdy, Simon," says Topaz Eye Jimmy, as you step out of your ship. "Care for a little chat?" Jimmy hands you a flyer as you follow him through the halls of the station. "You've taken out all of the smaller fry without battin' an eye," he says. "That's why I wanted to give you a proposition: I'm sure you've heard plenty about Ismail, the ol' geezer who's in charge of the East Vindia Company. Well, he's been givin' us Blue quite a hard time for a while now...you know what I'm gonna ask you next, ain't that right?" He grins slowly. "Take care of Ismail, kid, and you'll be on the highway to riches and a hell of a lot of infamy. Oh, but I should warn you - it ain't no walk in the park. You ain't the only one I had a nice talking-to, and you ain't gonna be the last to leave with that special flyer in hand - there might be a bit o' competition out there...but that don't bother you, eh?" 'WANTED: Ismail, East Vindia CEO, Dead! WHY: The collaboration with Earthforce in persecuting and capturing pirates from all factions! REWARD: 100 Million Credits (Unmarked)! See Barbe Bleu at Brigands Stronghold to collect the bounty on this self-righteous tycoon!'

You step into the reception room, expecting Topaz Eye Jimmy to congratulate you on a job well done. Instead, Barbe Bleu is standing in his place. "So you've taken care of that old bastard Ismail, eh? Looks like Jimmy was right 'bout you: You've got a cool head and a fast trigger finger." He lights a cigarette, then pulls out a hefty credit-stick. "Take it. Enjoy it. We'll keep in touch...you might just be the man to make sure Earthforce and their buddies 'ave to start covering their asses."

"Good t'see you, Simon," says Barbe Bleu around a cigarette. "I've got some more work that needs doing. Sit down, sit down." His eyes flick toward the chair in front of him and you comply. "I 'aven't got the faintest idea whether or not you keep up with the propaganda that Earthforce calls 'news,' and normally I wouldn't care. But this, Simon, is 'ardly normal: Earthforce got themselves a new champ. A 'Star Fighter,' they call 'im, a 'Dynamic Paragon of Justice.'" 'WANTED: Constable Roderick, Dead! WHY: Spearheading numerous Earthforce raids on unarmed outposts (of various pirate affiliations) for personal glory! REWARD: 120 Million Credits (Unmarked)! See Barbe Bleu at Brigands Stronghold to collect the bounty on this fame-mongering flatfoot!' Silence fills the room as Barbe Bleu sucks on his cig. "Now, I 'ate to admit this, but we're reeling back quite a ways because of this new brat on the block. Already we've lost close to half a dozen tons of trade goods thanks to 'is operations. I want 'im snuffed out. And, as you can see, I'll pay you well for it." You move to shake Bleu's hand and accept the deal, but he stops you with a thin smile. "And you'll need to understand, Simon...we aren't the only ones out looking for blood. The Infernal Faction's all riled up as well - and they've issued their own bounty for 'is 'ead. You best keep your wits about you, kid, or Roddy isn't gonna be the only one who ends up a molten 'eap of slag."

"The deed's on the news," greets Barbe Bleu, feet on the desk and holoscreen controller in hand. "And you beat the Infernal Faction to 'im? Good, good. I never did like those 'otheaded pricks."

"Evenin', Simon," drawls Barbe Bleu as you step into his den. "I might 'ave something you're interested in." He pulls out a disk from his pocket, then inserts it into the desk's hologram projector. 'WANTED: Speedy Gonzales, Dead! WHY: Supplying Earthforce with advanced technology in exchange for their protection! REWARD: 150 Million Credits (Unmarked)! See Barbe Bleu at Brigands Stronghold to collect the bounty on this cowardly roadrunner!' "No doubt you've 'eard of Gonzales from the grapevine. You'll also know that I was interested in what made his ship so fast - that sort of tech would be useful to us. Unfortunately, the sly bastard guessed our motives and supplied some of the schematics of his special customizations to Earthforce, free of charge - in exchange for their protection." Barbe Bleu pauses for a moment, then chuckles. "'Protection' - haa, that's real funny. Why don't you tell Gonzales to grow a pair before he decides to play 'ardball with the Blue?" You nod and turn to leave. As you step out the bulkhead, Bleu calls out: "Just like the job with Ismail 'n' Roddy, Simon - you weren't the first bounty hunter to tip the scales, and you certainly aren't the last. Keep a sharp eye out for some...friendly competition."

"A good lesson to be learned 'ere: Don't mess with the Blue," he says, riffling through the bills in his hand. "A shame Gonzales isn't around to put it into practice. Pleasure doin' business with you, Simon"

A man with an expensive designer suit and a flashy augment approaches you in the bar. "Hey, Simon, word is out in the family that you've certain talents that we respect." He pats his jacket where the outline of a large caliber and you suspect extremely illegal hand blaster is. "Deal is simple: Earthforce has been putting a lot of heat out there, and has sponsored a new fleet to help with this so-called invasion scare." He snorts. "More like just another way to keep free minded souls from earning their way around this universe. So, we'll be posting... opportunities for those with the right skills here, credits paid all through untraceable accounts. We've a lot of... shares in certain insurance agencies around the universe, and everyone gotta pay those premiums against any... unfortunate accidents that happen. Space is a big, dangerous place, you know. Besides which; if claims go up, the premium goes up, our cut goes up, capice? You got the skills, you get the gig. Simple as that." He smiles and walks away. Cold black eyes and the smile of an Acturian razer-maw. Definitely working for people you'd like to impress... and not disappoint. You suspect they'll be good for the credits as well.

Simple: your piracy skill will determine what opportunites you're offered. Keep a look out for new opportunities as you become more skilled and rise in power.

A personally encoded bulletin awaits on the local data net for you. It is anonymous, and untraceable. 'THE JOB: Find and do an insurance job on Helga Traders within the Earth Force Protectorate Layer. REWARD: 2.5 Million Credits (Unmarked). See Sharp Suited Lawyer at Brigand's Stronghold to collect the bounty when insurance claims have been filed.'

"Job complete. Insurance premiums for that hull rise slightly, we take our cut. Here's yours." And with a chime, your account informs you that you're that little bit richer.

A personally encoded bulletin awaits on the local data net for you. It is anonymous, and untraceable. "THE JOB: Find and do an insurance job on Wingship Space Jockeys within the Earth Force Protectorate Layer. REWARD: 3 Million Credits (Unmarked). See Sharp Suited Lawyer at Brigand's Stronghold to collect the bounty when insurance claims have been filed.'

"Job complete. Insurance premiums for that hull rise slightly, we take our cut. Here's yours." And with a chime, your account informs you that you're that little bit richer.