Jed Calvert - "Planning a smuggle"

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Kevn left for his sleeping quarters, Rico followed. As they passed
they passed the drive room Kevn sighed, "Those smuggling days were
fun, good times..."
Everyone in the drive room heard the conversation, including Captain
Calvert...
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Who: Captain Calvert
Where: Captain's Quarters, Blue Dwarf
When: That evening
Calvert strode into his quarters with a confident swagger.
Since arriving on the `Dwarf he'd still not been bothered to buy any
furniture or any decorations whatsoever for his quarters. But he
preferred it like that. He just slept in the middle of the floor in
the large empty apartment under a blanket hanging from the ceiling
like a tepee.
Modern comforts didn't make much sense for Calvert. Normally he didn't
stay in any place long enough to warrant any comforts, he liked to
keep on the move, but ever since working his way up to Captain, he'd
at least had to stay in one place, but still kept his own personal
traditions.
The only thing close to furniture he had was a shooting range, which
was just a few empty glass whiskey bottles placed casually on the
breakfast-bar. He took out his twin pistols and did some target
practise right now, smashing a few bottles and knocking more holes in
the wall.
The plaster flew off the wall behind the bottles and soon made a small
hole where light shone from the apartment next to his. He peered
through and grinned perversely to himself as he watched Guinevere
Winters go for a bath.
Something had been bothering him lately, he'd been getting itchy. The
latest goings on had required him to make some pretty quick and
serious decisions, but things had still been too easy for him. Jed
Calvert was one of those people who wasn't happy until he had a finger
in everything around the ship, or galaxy. In the past he'd been known
to operate a new (mainly illegal) trading or smuggling expedition
every evening.
He'd barely ever make enough money to cover the costs of course, or if
he did he'd blow it on something expensive which he'd either loose or
break.
But often smuggling was more than a 2 man job, it required contacts,
and it required endless amount of mugs to badger into doing the
trivial tasks… like the actual smuggling.
But nobody on the Blue Dwarf seemed to be that into their smuggling.
Oh there was general thievery, and the black market down the other end
of the Promenade, as well as the unregistered prostitution businesses
he'd heard about down on deck 69, but everyone seemed generally too
lazy for any proper crafty smuggling.
His mind wondered back to a conversation he heard earlier today… there
was one person he could ask…
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Who: Captain Calvert, Kevn and some waiter
Where: Some curry hut
When: Bit later
Kevn sat quietly munching on some naan as Calvert strode in with his
confident cowboy swagger.
"Please sir we are closing now!" Said the Indian waiter.
"I just want to speak to someone"
"Please sir, no. We are closing thankyou."
Calvert of course had a selfish and no-shit attitude to people and
knew that he could argue for ages with the waiter, or he could just
pull a gun out.
"No. I'm staying because I'm the Captain and I have this." He pulled
his scruffy jacket back to show his pistol. "Do YOU have a gun?" he
asked the waiter.
"Actually yes" said the waiter. This surprised Calvert for a split
second, but actually impressed him.
The waiter pulled his jacket back a fraction to show a much larger
sawn-off shotgun.
Calvert grinned and a short pause fell between the men as they stood
still, eyeing up each other's pieces. (Not like that!)
"Draw!" Said the Captain and the waiter went for his gun. But in the
fraction of a second it took for him to even get a grip on his
shotgun, Calvert was already pointing the gun up his nose.
"Wait outside." Calvert ordered, and the man went.
Calvert sat down opposite Kevn. "I have a job for you." He said.
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