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Gunslinger II Howlin’ Mad Cafe Galatea City, Galatea November 5th, 2867 Adara sat quietly in the rear of the café, right under the air conditioning vent, turning the Timbiqui long neck slowly in her hands. Lucano was no longer a problem, legally, and the MRBC had cleared her of any wrong-doing. Now all that was left was to choose what next. It still rattled her that the insurance adjuster had written off everything and returned it to her in particular- she was now sole owner/operator of four Goblin tanks, one very battered Marauder, and the PJ Harvey. Unfortunately, after the contracts with the dead were settled, it also left her very nearly skin-broke. Odd to imagine that owning a heavy BattleMech and a Union class dropship would leave one broke, of all things, but between fuel, dock fees, repairs, food, crew pay, ammunition…. She didn’t have enough to get out of sight if it took a C-Bill to go to Terra. Son of a bitch, she thought ruefully. The settlement terms had been generous to the families of
