No-Deal Depaulo loves the UK even at the Galactic core

Описание: Young Winteroud Sole and Detective Hammerstein have traced No-deal Depaulo to a series of crimes against the Star System and the Royal Family at Caldris. Their search has led them to the Galactic Core, Tangeonprioc star system where Marauders, Piracy, and a grim underworld surrounds their suspect...

The COREWINDS TAVERN scene at the Galactic Core at Tangeonprioc.

Hammerstein stuck his scraped hand out for DePaulo, “Officer Hammerstein, Mr. DePaulo, nice to make your acquaintance.”
DePaulo was in the doo-doo now. So he ran with it. “And what brings you and your compliment, and a kid no less, all the way here to the Core for little old me?”
“Wormhole riders.” Hammerstein fired back coolly.
DePaulo’s cocky devil-may-care dropped a few parsecs, but he recovered.
“I see.”
“Slightly problematic trade goods, Mr. DePaulo.”
“Hey, they had the juice, they wanted the tool, and I arranged the transaction. What are we discussing this for? Sit. Please.”
He waved away his crew and we all sat down. His goon still passed out squeezed between.
“To avoid an interstellar war, and to avoid you slapped in a pain simulator for the rest of your natural life, extended indefinitely too.”
DePaulo’s heart sank at that as he realized something bad had happened: Something really bad, with his wormhole transaction.
Hammerstein was no amateur. He didn’t answer right away. He sat cold as the Oort cloud, letting it sink in.
Like the hard rock bottom of a black hole.
It was a very long moment.
“What did they do?” DePaulo glared, wishing he was never born.
Hammerstein waved him closer. He whispered in his ear, “They kidnapped the Princess of Caldris.”
No one heard except No-Deal and myself, but from the expression on his face and its rush to white horror, a wave of fear ran through the club of observers pretending not to notice.
“I see.”
Hammerstein drummed his huge fingers slowly.
“Well, Mr. Hammerstein, this is unexpected. We’ll have to rectify this, must rectify this with all due expediency. I place my ships, the Mel's Monkey and the Serpentine, at your disposal.”
“Our destination?”
DePaulo was, if nothing else, not a coward. “Deneb IV, Pink District.”
The Imperial capitol’s underworld.
This kaa-kaa just got real. The Royal House of Caldris would be storming the Empire’s darkest corners with a warship and two Pirate sloops.
Some drunk in the mix couldn’t help himself and stood up raising a glass, “No-Deal’s riding wingman to Deneb IV!”
They all started singing and buying rounds.
Win or lose, No-Deal DePaulo had just made himself a legend. Kelly was livid. This was just getting better and better. Strangely enough, these madmen all seemed to relish the thought of dying as legends

The Pandoran Age Chronicles
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"Hail Tangeonprioc! Central Galactic rule" by Dante D'Anthony

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