It was apparent that Monica was not as as...enthusiastic about alcohol as I am. Which is fine, nothing wrong with simply grabbing the closest bottle when you need to black out a while. She then questioned if I approached her to simply talk about booze which honestly is not a bad way to waste some time. But just as I was about to respond another joined our group making us a trio. The new arrival was Illvara, the dark skinned woman was taller than I and someone whom I recognized from passing each other occasionally through the halls. She however seemed to share taste in drink to some degree. She informed us that mankind had evolved or some shit to manufacture alcohol. To me, that was among the least interesting trivia about the substance. But as I went to take another drink from the flask it became quickly apparent that this was my last drink as I tasted the final drops and wiped my mouth. Pausing for several moments as thoughts on the mission ran through my head.
The events of the mission down below quickly replayed through my mind as I attempted to make sense of the train of events that has led me here. If I am being honest I really shouldn't be here. I never signed on to a mission or team without knowing what was going on. And here I am and I know practically nothing except that I am expected to fly and collect a fat check. I gave a weak grin. Yup, that's all it took in the end for me to go against my trained judgement and common sense.
Money.
"I can't be the only one who thinks that none of this makes sense." I started and allowed a brief pause. As if announcing I was abruptly changing the direction and tone of the conversation.
"Why the hell are any of us here? I am assuming each of you were signed on in the same way I was. Told barely enough to fill out an ad in a holovid and followed by a sign on bonus. This is a multi government sanctioned expedition and not just a single mission but indefinite. Crewed by anyone dumb enough to sign on..."
I then gave a accusing look around at my new drinking buddies as I slouched on the couch.
"I mean...I'm fucking greedy. But what's your excuses?" I decided I would allow them to answer before I spoke anymore. But none of it made sense. If this mission is insignificant or minor why the fat checks? And if it's so fucking important why trust a random crew whom several of which are no doubt criminal to some degree. A trained military crew would have a much higher chance of ensuring success and military types die when told to with no complaints with smiles on their faces. So what fucking gives?
Whatever the truth is I have this feeling we are being played and if that feeling evolves into a theory I'm taking my cut along with anything else I can get away with and bailing.