*** Shaun Lyatt ***
While everyone had a serious expression from Sam’s information, another figure appeared.
“There you are! Cassie!”
Running at full speed up to Cassie, she got down on one knee in a prayer pose.
“Please lend me 50,000 credits!”
It was a loan request from this person.
This is Arnie Esfel,
a fellow female cargo transporter. She has a short, slender look with a cute, charming face.
However, she’s a brand enthusiast who spends recklessly and is in debt all over the place.
And Cassie’s response to her is predictable.
“No.”
“Aww, c’mon! Please! I really need it!”
“Then how about you pay back the 20,000 credits I lent you first?”
“I’m asking for a loan because I don’t have that either! “
“I’ll think about it when you pay back the 20,000 credits.”
In contrast to Arnie’s desperate demeanor, Cassie remained extremely calm.
Realizing asking Cassie was futile, Arnie turned her gaze to the men.
“If you spend a night with me, I’ll lend it to you. No, I’ll give it as a gift!”
“If you strip on my ship, I might consider giving you a loan.”
Outrageous sexual harassment from the two old men, but I’ll overlook it since it gives an excuse to refuse the loan.
“I never lend or borrow, that’s my policy.”
“Speaking of which, pay back that 50,000 from last time soon.”
Tony flatly refused, while Sam coldly extended his hand.
She even borrowed from Sam?
“Hey Sammy, big sis will do something nice for you if you lend me a little, ‘kay?♪”
Arnie winked and wiggled her body suggestively,
“Not interested in flat-chested girls.”
but Sam shut her down bluntly.
Then she turned towards me.
“Hey Shaun, lend me 120,000!”
Another loan request came my way.
“The amount keeps going up.”
“With that I can pay back and buy what I want! So lend it to me!”
“I just bought a new ship so I’m broke.”
“Why’d you buy a ship!? If you had that much money you should’ve given it to me!”
What ridiculous logic from this fool.
“Like hell I would! Didn’t you just finish a job?”
At my words,
“……The loan sharks took everything……”
Arnie flinched and revealed her situation with a guilty look.
Everyone let out a sigh at that fact.
“Well if you won’t lend me money, then cooperate with me instead.”
But Arnie persisted in asking me.
“Cooperate with what?”
When I indulged her request, she broke into a wide grin.
“Have Cassie and you Shaun wear sexy swimsuits, no, slingshot bikinis, and ask for donations! With you two it’d make millions in no time!”
Cassie and I were about to snap, but I asked a question first.
“So what would you be doing?”
“I’ll be the producer overseeing from afar!”
In other words, nothing.
“Don’t screw with us!”
“Owwww! Owwww! Owwww! Owwww!”
Cassie finally snapped and started furiously grinding her knuckles into Arnie’s temples.
“My, quite a lively bunch.”
A voice came from behind.
“Ah, Ms. Balsyn! Help me!”
“Oh Arnie, what’s wrong?”
Standing there was a [woman] wearing a lady’s pantsuit style with pumps, the strawberry blonde long straight hair tied back at the nape exuding an aura of capability and undeniable femininity despite being biologically male.
This was Balsyn Chensy,
a renowned cargo transporter but also a famous fashion and jewelry designer.
When I suggested Balsyn could make more as just a designer,
“But I get more ideas and work done better while hauling cargo♪”
Balsyn said
By the way, [he] is not Sumerian.
Arnie begged Balsyn for help, but Cassie cut her off.
“She’s the one who started – [If you did something wrong!] Owwwwww
Casey would never allow it.
“Haa…Arnie-chan. Are you having money troubles again?”
“But the new collection…”
Balsyn was already aware of Arnie’s antics.
“I’m sorry. It seems this child’s fashion obsession is my fault.”
The truth was, Arnie had been set up with a cargo transporter job by this very Balsyn – she was effectively his protégé.
Apparently, it was Balsyn’s influence that made Arnie realize the wonder of fashion and become obsessed with it.
“Geez…including what I lent you last time, that’s 870,000 credits. Pay me back at least some of it soon. You got paid for today’s job, right?”
Naturally, Arnie gave an awkward smile.
“Ehehe…..”
“You good-for-nothing girl…”
Balsyn, having grasped the whole situation from just that,
“Cut out the damn wasteful spending already!”
“Owww owww owww it hurts! I’m sorry!”
Not in a female tone, but in a distinctly male tone, and with a force unmatched, Balsyn clenches her temples with his fists.
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At that moment, the wrist terminals of everyone present suddenly made a noise.
To be precise, the wrist terminals of all the cargo transporters in that food court started ringing.
That Noise,
They all understood exactly what that meant.
“Lucky you, Arnie. It’s a job.”
“A forced dispatch?! I don’t want unpaid work!”
Yes, a large-scale alternative transport request had been issued.
When we all gathered at the reception, Sasara stood on a stool while the other receptionists lined up neatly.
After taking the mic and clearing her throat a few times, Sasara began explaining why we had been summoned.
“Thank you all for gathering, cargo transporters. Thirty minutes ago, at 12:17, StarFlight Cargo Flight 1026 to Planet Lysio went on strike just before takeoff. That flight was carrying many items that needed to be transported to Lysio soon, so we’re asking you all to take over the transport.”
Sighs and tongue clicks came from the gathered crowd.
Some rude ones started booing but went quiet after a glare from Sasara.
Looking at Sasara’s face, she seemed quite pissed off too.
“Furthermore! Ten minutes ago at 13:05, StarFlight Passenger Flight 354 to Lysio also went on strike. Some passengers are requesting charters.”
Sasara’s words drew gasps from everyone present.
Lysio was the home planet of the elder Draconian race.
With an upcoming Draconian festival, there were many people traveling home or as tourists.
This strike was no joke.
Recently, TV had even started bashing StarFlight’s lack of discipline.
“The cargo sorting is done. Follow the information sent to your wrist terminals. Those with passenger ships will be paired with customers, and a staff member will assist you, so follow their instructions.”
After the information was sent to everyone’s terminals, most grumbled but headed for their ships regardless.
Staff members then approached the remaining passenger ship owners.
“Mr. Shaun Lyatt? I’ll be your liaison for this, Mymis Rappelio.”
She greeted me with an exquisite bow and a beautiful, bell-like voice.
This receptionist certainly stood out.
Not just because she was a Tharok – a one-eyed race.
She wore the receptionist uniform crisply, her glossy long black hair tied back at the nape in a truly [professional woman] aura.
She had a great figure too, with an assertive bust that could captivate any woman.
Moreover, though I couldn’t say if it was true or not, it was said those huge, alluring eyes could see through any lie.
If not for Sasara, she would be perfect as the head cargo receptionist here.
“For you Mr. Shaun, it’s industrial parts cargo and three passengers.”
“My ship’s not fast, you did explain it’ll take around five days to arrive?”
Some clients need reminding that “I didn’t hear that!” or “Then fly at full speed!” – I only take ones who confirm it’s okay after that.
“They said as long as it’s before the festival.”
With seven days until the festival, five days would be fine.
There was one other thing I wanted to ask.
“This isn’t work-related, but can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“What does it mean that my cookies have high ‘terminal value’?”
At my question, Mymis leaned in with a serious look
“We give sweets as requests for favors, and a 10-pack of your cookies is valuable enough to get someone to switch overtime shifts!”
She explained, and her breath become ragged
“I…I see…”
As an outsider though, I had no understanding of that value.
“Ahem! Anyway, the passengers have headed to the docking bay already, so we should hurry too.”
She cleared her throat, recomposed herself, and started walking ahead of me.
When we arrived at the docking bay, the sorted cargo was already there, so I immediately opened the cargo hold.
As we were loading it, the passengers showed up.
Three of them – one Draconian male and two females.
“You the transporter? I’ve got me, my elder sister, and her maid servant here, so take care of us.”
A man with red scales and black hair, a woman with blue scales and white hair, and a maid girl with white scales and black hair.
“I’m Shaun Lyatt, the one in charge. We’ll depart once loading is complete, so please wait a moment.”
“Understood.”
With that, the three moved away from the ship to watch the loading
while Mymis went over the charter details with them.
Once loading finished and all checks were complete,
“Sorry for the wait. Please come aboard.”
I called out
After seating the passengers on the sofa and asking them not to wander until instructed, I headed to the cockpit.
Taking my seat, I confirmed the cargo hold door was closed among all the final checks, then hailed the control tower:
“Control tower, this is registered SEC20110311, passenger cargo ship White Cargo II, requesting departure clearance.”
The one who responded was Coby – rumor had it he was all lovey-dovey with his wife again after patching things up.
[This is control tower. Departure clearance granted to White Cargo II. Lots of ships out there so watch your step. Didn’t we have something like this before?]
“Fresh in the memory. Same cause too.”
[What a disaster.]
“I’m used to it.”
After the casual exchange with Coby, I switched to the internal mic.
[Departure clearance received, we’re taking off.]
Switching to the internal mic to announce takeoff.
“Engines igniting. Proceeding at low speed.”
I moved us to the spaceport perimeter at idle speed, then accelerated to cruising speed until we reached the region allowing hyperspatial jumps. After an energy charge, we’d jump to hyperspace per usual.
But this time, with so many ships departing together, it was quite a spectacle.
“Locking hyperspatial jump coordinates. Destination: Lysio. Initiating energy charge.”
The charge completed in minutes.
“Energy charge complete. Initiating hyperspatial jump.”
We’d just barrel through the hyperspace tunnel.
“Hyperspace entry. Switching to auto-pilot now.”
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