Subspace gateway Troy, lane UK222398
ISTC-7039, Designation Gomorrah, custom-made yacht.
Registration Status: Marked for investigation 04|02|1979:2215. Flag reason: Suspected participation in illicit activity near the Verge. Investigation status: delayed for unspecified reason as of 06|02|1979:1400
"Yes, Yes, I'm well fucking sure this couldn't wait." A frustrated voice echoed in the cabin. "It's not like we barely left Troy, and the local traffic control was nice enough to remind me to change the plates."
"Come on, I'm sure your guests can wait a while longer. Last I recall Joker, you weren't exactly ferrying diplomats on your partyboat." The communication channel answered. "Just a question."
Caito sighed, stretching and sitting in his chair. His status in the criminal underworld brought in some perks, but real leather and wood in his own cabin had its price. Dealing with people big enough to call him at any time was certainly a part of it. "I killed people for less." the former hitman groaned. "Shoot."
"I love your enthusiasm." The comm replied. "I assume you have what I gently requested last time we talked?"
"The shiney?" Jett asked, playing around with a black-and-green cylinder. "It cost me a pretty penny, and in real money. Had to pay off the best and show up myself - sure is worth quite a lot."
The commline cracked with laughter. "Always the money routine, Caito. What do you spend all this cash on anyway..."
"Jettie?" A female voice sounded through the intercom from the other side of the door. "Oh come on, don't lock the on me door like that... I'm your guest, remember? Where's the gentleman captain gone?"
"Yeah, hear it?" Black Joker put the comms on hold and stuffed the cylinder into his pocket. "'Guests' are calling, all work and no fun. We'll talk money in 98." He slowly headed for the door and pressed the unlock control. The doors began to slide open...
12 minutes later, New Aberdeen VI docking bay
###ERROR: IDCODE MISSING###, Designation: Horizon, Shinobi-class cruiser.
Registration Status: In order.
Warning: Ship poses...
"...a natural hazard due to yellow-flag class structural damage and a potential reactor containment breach. Now when did I we get it fixed? That's right. Four months ago." The pilot's metal hand slammed into the communication's console. "Control, this is the Horizon. Mind rechecking the manifests from Triton Technologies? I'm pretty sure we patched up that breach months ago."
"Acknowledged Horizon, that's about the third complaint you make about it. Two more and maintenance will probably hire someone from InfoServ to fix it." Saying that the Aberdeen control sounded bored would be a huge understatement. "Burn free, just don't burn the decks."
"Yeah, sure..." Jayce muted the inbound transmission and confirmed that the ship was flight-ready. "...fuck you." The hangar doors opened just enough to fit the sleek cruiser through when it leapt forward with a loud roar, igniting the scarce remains of oxygen left in the bay. "You are aware that someday they'll revoke your docking rights. And that your pilot's license already has 23 points for violating traffic rules." Horizon's AI spoke observing the scorch marks on the hangar doors through the ship's Rear Mirror. "And there you go, we've received a message from Mr. Caito. Curious."
"Jett's got a shitty timing, remember? Bet he's got some well-paid crusade to set up." The pilot snickered, setting course for the only gateway in Aberdeen. "It is curious because it doesn't contain much besides coughing, wheezing and some hard to identify noises."
Jayce flinched and enabled the intercom. "On your toes sleepyheads, it's a lovely morning and we've got a call that'd better be Caito beating some dissatisfied customer senseless with his answering machine, or this day just got a whole lot more interesting." He turned the autopilot on and engaged Cruise Drive. "Chip will rain you in after clearing up the transmission. And yes, I did buy coffee." with a sigh, the pilot put his legs on the console and turned up the music. If something involved Black Joker, getting shot at was inevitable and he planned to enjoy every last remaining bit of serenity.
And there we're off to adventure, to being jerks and to be in SPACE. Awesome intros are a go.