Post by Captain Salvo on Feb 29, 2024 13:56:35 GMT -5
SALVO'S PL: 101,000 |
PL MULTIPLIERS: None |
"Yea, that's right, move yer bums!" Salvo ordered as her men carried yet another set of crates onto her ship, The Deliverance. They had just successfully raided a farm on some backwater planet Salvo didn't even know the name of, and now it was time to stow away the loot for resale at some later date. The locals had hardly put up a fight at all, of course - even Salvo's men had mostly been able to take them all down with ease. And now, their laser hole-ridden corpses lined the farm, some dead, some still dying, and others just playing pretend. Salvo could tell which ones were just faking it, but so long as they didn't get back up and start trying to interfere with things, she saw no need to go and squash their heads. Had to leave behind a few survivors to spread the word about how dangerous she was, after all!
One of her top guys, a Saiyan named Seiggev, stopped next to her and looked quizzically at the crate he was holding. "Ay, boss," he asked, "What's in these things, anyway? They're awful light for how big the boxes are."
At this, Salvo grinned. "Ain't it obvious?" she replied, then reached forward to flick the top of the crate open, exposing exactly what precious cargo lay inside. Both Salvo and Seiggev peered over the top of the box inside, a devious grin on Salvo's face, but a perturbed expression of slight confusion on Seiggev, as he stared down in silence and processed what he was looking at.
"These are..."
"Grapes!" Salvo cut him off as she reached down and scooped up a handful. "Prime, pristine, succulent grapes!" She popped several into her mouth and began to chew, the cold, fruity flavor swelling inside of her mouth a delightful, unique sensation. "These things are a delicacy 'cross th' galaxy, y'see!" she explained. "And I've tried me fair share of grapes - these are among th' best! I know some dry, desert planets that 'ave folk who'd pay top dollar for exports like these. We'll make a killin' off of 'em!"
Seiggev, who hadn't exactly majored in economics, simply shrugged, then placed the top back onto his crate and carried on with it into the ship's loading bay while Salvo continued to stand outside, her arms crossed as she oversaw the loading. So far, so good - as long as they didn't have any sudden interruptions, this would be as smooth a job as any.