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Mercs Getting High | Part 3
Erimoas | Luyten System | Cymiopolis

The three commanders collected large amounts of the Ambrosia from the area surrounding their ships to send back to Åkreros. In addition to this Þjóstólfur and Lars decided to snort the Ambrosia like how one would to a class A drug back on Earth, while Líndís kept a cool head and attempted to keep the other two in line.

“What are you two hálfviti doing?”

“We are just having some fun, care to join us?”

“No. One of us three needs to be on the lookout for the fabled Eyðimerkupúkinn that inhabits this place.”

“What’s the worst that will happen?”

“Other than the fact that we will be eaten alive in the most excruciatingly painful way possible, nothing.”

That shut the other two commanders up and they went back to collecting ambrosia in relative silence, until it was decided they had enough ambrosia to last.

“I believe we are done here.”

“For this trip definitely.”

“Shall we head back to the ships?”

“We shall.”

The three commanders made it back to their ships with the ambrosia in one piece, without any attacks from the fabled Eyðimerkupúkinn. Once aboard they ordered their crew to secure the collected ambrosia and execute the take off procedures. The commanders then headed up to the bridges of their respective ships to have a debrief of what occurred while they were out collecting the ambrosia.

SMUGGLERS IN THE DESERT pt. 2
_{AG-GADIR | Erimos, Luyten System | Cymiopolis}

Marco once again peered through his binoculars from the camps perched spot on the Ag-Gardir rock formation. It would appear that after indulging themselves with some of the stolen ambrosia, the 3 large Scandinavian men who seemed to be in charge of the operation made their way back to their ship while their crew continued to siphon the blue dust from the desert floor. Once their cargo packs were filled, the ships once again turned on their cloaking feature and launched back into space.

Marco, Azdruba’al and Homilqart slept the night in their tents. After a quick breakfast, the camp was back up and they descended from the rock face. Ambrosia-concentration samples were taken and the trio made their way back to Ubon via camel-back. Once at the town’s CCE outpost, the samples were handed over to the lab for analysis. The men then quickly made it to the overseer’s office to inform him of the blatant violation of Cymiopolitan sovereignty.

A week later, Marco and his Erimoan companions were ordered to attend a meeting at the CCE headquarters in Nova Candia. Once there, they were directed into a conference room. Seated there was a handsome olive-skinned man who was on the phone. Marco immediately noticed he was neither Greek, nor Italian due to his accent. Once his call was done, the man stood up with a glass of win in hand and introduced himself.

“Gentlemen, allow to me introduce myself. I am Rafael Beltrán Fuentes, Head of the Mano Nero, the black ops division of the Cymiopolitan Intelligence Ministry,” he said after taking a sip from his glass, “Now tell me, what happened last week in desert.”

“Well sir, we were on a soil analysis mission near Ubon when we spotted a crew of Trirenian mercenaries stealing ambrosia from the Ag-Gadir Ambrosia Fields.” Marcus said timidly.

“Relax boy. You didn’t steal it now. Here. Have a glass to calm your nerves. Would two gentlemen also care to have some?”

After pooring 3 more glasses, Rafael continued: “Any idea how they slipped by undetected?”

“For one it seems like the Trirenians have developed some sort of cloaking device. They might have also turned of their tracking signals before approaching the Erimoan Control Zone, slipping past detection drones.”, Marcus said a bit more confidently.

“Well gentlemen, that is all I needed to know. You are free to go and need not worry. Intelligence will take care of things from here.”