“No matter how hard I rattle this maraca, I can’t seem to shake a new ship out of it.”
Tagon’s Toughs are on shore leave: No ship, no payroll, and no prospects. Then a ship becomes available at a price that’s just too low to pass up, even if it does mean that there might possibly be some strings attached–long invisible ones trailing straight back to the Galactic Core…
A blurb for the Schlock Mercenary book Emperor Pius Dei, which would actually make for a good Traveller adventure. Just replace “Galactic Core” with “Imperial Core”!
(And I’m extremely curious to know who is actually holding the strings there…)