Why mess with a good thing? Smuggling!

Quickly sending out a message to your various contacts with loose morals and hefty payouts, you let them know you're in the area and looking for work. Within the hour, you've received two messages with work offers of differing dangers and payments.

The first offer comes from an old acquaintance, a scrap-dealer by the name of Murphy. Despite the unglamorous nature of his 'legal' work, scrap-dealing has allowed Murphy to etch out a comfortable living for himself. Since he's practically living on scrap, he never has to worry about supply, allowing him to buy entire ship hulls dirt cheap and then take them apart and sell the individual parts required to ship captains in need of a quick repair job (No questions asked of course). Asides from that, Ol' Murph seems to have an uncanny knack for buying ships that haven't been completely gutted, giving him the occasional bonus in the form of valuable tech or even forgotten smuggling compartments.

He says he has a duel shipment of palladium and iridium that needs transporting to the planet S55-V487 a.k.a. Hephaestus, a mining planet that supplies fuel to most of the surrounding system. Surprisingly, Murphy informs you that the cargo is entirely legal, the only reason he's offering the job to you rather than a professional security courier is because he's fond of you. The pay is reasonable, however... if you were able to sneak the shipment past any official sector tolls, customs and and make the delivery a few days ahead of schedule, his buyers would be willing to pay a healthy bonus that he'd be willing to split 50/50 with you.

The second offer comes from a much more disreputable source. Isabella 'Wild Eyes', a leading member of the planet wide gang the 'Azure Cutlass'. With no standards to speak of on jobs that they were willing to take on, the cutlasses had control over the majority of the **** and protection rackets that comprised the majority of organised crime on Scrap Moon. However they were more than willing to bolster their treasury with contract killing. Normally you'd avoid the cutlass crew unless money was really tight, but the offer has come from Wild Eyes herself. Your eyes lose focus for a second as you picture the woman in question. Electric blue hair covering red eyes, a near obscenely strong pair of lips, a trim and scarred body with small tits and a sinfully tasty ass. You can't help but lick your lips at the thought of what you'd do if you could get your hands (or tongue) on that ass.

Refocusing on the message at hand, you find that Isabella wants you to transport a group of escaped cutlasses out of the system without getting stopped by anyone. She won't give you a final destination, until you're safely outside S47s jurisdiction, but swears that you'll be well rewarded with both a heavy payday AND a favor from a leader in the Azure Cutlass.

So...