[center][h1][b]Jaromir Zhu[/b][/h1][/center]

[b]"God damn it!"[/b] Jaromir cursed as he ducked into cover the moment he realized they were under attack, his pistol drawn. He tried to draw a bead and get a few shots off, but the range of the firefight was such that he didn't land anything. Didn't matter in the end, considering the pirates bugged out in a Leopard. One that hooked up to a JumpShip and got the hell out of dodge.

...Wait, that last sequence of events didn't add up. What the fuck? Considering the current state of politics and their employer, Jaromir's first line of thought was Kurita or Lyran plot. It made sense. 

That train of thought lasted about as long as it took to examine exactly what the pirates had left behind. To keep up with the metaphor, the revelation that they were transporting ancient Mech parts shook the train slightly, but didn't derail the theory yet. Bizzare, but combined with the JumpShip, it raised questions. Questions that were fit for people that were actually paid to give a damn, admittedly. 

[b]"Right, now comes the good part of the job."[/b] Jaromir grinned slightly at the thought of loot, before glancing over to the CO. 

[b]"How much salvage rights did our contract state, anyway?"[/b]