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Invexus Corporation

1-2404

Primidara VIII rotated lazily beneath Lucky Lady, it’s surface reflecting the light of the system’s old, orange sun. From orbit, Primidara VIII looked more like a sponge than a planet with its unique mossy surface.
I guess it is sort of a sponge. This planet soaks up cargo and money faster than any sponge I’ve ever seen, Captain Lester Quenlin mused.
Once the trade agreement had been signed between the Vellon tribe of the Heru, Invexus merchant ships had been the first thru the wormhole. Leading this initial wave was Captain Quenlin and Lucky Lady, loaded down with a huge assortment of cargo.
No one had been exactly sure what sort of goods these Vellons would pay for. It was the first alien species ever encountered by the Cherek people, and so everything was new. However, Quenlin had an uncanny knack for knowing what the customer would pay for. As luck would have it, this skill translated beyond his own species. As soon as the initial awkwardness and bumps in the road were solved, Quenlin was the first captain to sell off his entire cargo, which he did in just under six standard hours. He also, so rumor had it, made the biggest profit in the first week.
Yes, Quenlin was a lucky man, which is part of the reason his ship was named Lucky Lady. Quenlin was also a firm believer in the old adage, “A man makes his own luck.” Once the supply and demand chain became firmly established between the Cherek and Vellon people, many independent captains like Quenlin began to see their income levels start to dip. The initial rush was a great time for both sides, but consumers being what they are, certain goods were preferred over others by the respective races. For example, the Vellon, being a rigid, class driven people, had a particular fondness for Cherek art. Quenlin found that the upper crust would pay exorbitant fees for even the most mediocre pieces, partly because they could and partly because it was viewed as a status symbol to own a “visual expression of the alien mind”. Quenlin could care less if they used them for toilet paper, as long as they kept paying for it. He knew that soon the market would be flooded with all sorts of cheap art, but thankfully he had filled his hold with every piece he could find on his first trip, and made a small fortune in the exchange.
For an independent captain, this was especially fine. Since Quenlin owned his ship, Invexus allowed him to keep sixty percent of the profits from a given run. If a run was particularly profitable, they might bump that up to seventy. Quenlin made seventy percent profit on seven of eight trips to Primidara VIII so far, and on the trip where he didn’t get seventy, Invexus auditors had awarded him sixty-three. He and his crew were making excellent money. However, things were beginning to get crowded. Independents were starting to spring up as fast as Invexus colonized new planets (twelve new worlds in four years!), but the Vellon markets were not expanding to keep up, at least the ones that they were allowed to enter by the treaty. In situations like this, it was usually the captains who dared to venture into the gray area that usually came out ahead. Quenlin was one such captain, and on his Last trip he had learned about a nice gray area indeed. Rumor had it that the Vellons were able to concoct a narcotic that they once used in religious ceremonies. To them, it was a mild narcotic, resulting in a relaxed, happy state.
Invexus trader crews had discovered it, but on Cherekians, the effect was much more intense. When ingested, it fills the Cherekian brain with wonderful, dreamlike images and totally relaxes the body. To an outside observer, the subject is reduced to a smiling, babbling, immobile idiot. The effects of a gram of the drug can Last for up to five hours. The Vellons had a name for it, but it was practically unpronounceable. The Users began to call it simply Glide.
Once the news of Glide got around, demand for it shot thru the roof. The problem was, the only drug trade that Invexus was interested in was the one it controlled. Glide represented an uncontrollable element to them, and so it was outlawed. Those found possessing or consuming Glide faced fine, imprisonment, and possibly death. Those found distributing or transporting with the intent to distribute faced fine, imprisonment, financial seizure, and death.
So there it was. If a captain was good enough, he stood to make a fortune off of Glide. The risks were great, but the rewards were, too.
Captain Quenlin met his Vellon contact and bought thirty kilos of Glide for a price that would make him an obscene amount of money if he were able to sell it in Invexus space. It seemed to him that the Vellons had not quite caught on to the value of Glide, which was so much the better for him. As the Last of the product was moved into the hold of his ship, he walked outside and lovingly patted the landing strut.
“Just this one Last time, old girl. Get me thru and we can retire. I mean it this time.”
He felt the ship give a slight shudder under his hand.
He looked up, a bit puzzled. Was Lady trying to tell him something? Shrugging, he headed back toward the open cargo doors.
Quenlin and Lucky Lady would need every ounce of luck they had left.