Dick finally lets a pause as he finishes his rules, slowly walking back over towards the round central computer, hitting a couple buttons.<br/><br/><strong>Before we jump into hyperspace, we'll get our mission briefing. We'll get to know each other during the jump.</strong><br/><br/>Meanwhile, back on the planet that the ThunderHawk just left, a single female woman of human origin hears a series of beeps and a flashing light upon her holographic computer screen. She gives a nod to herself as he raises up and walks out of her desk, towards the corner of her massive open office.<br/><br/>At that corner stood an elevated platform 3 feet in diameter. She steps onto the platform and straightens the clothes of her business suit before she calls out Transmit<br/><br/>The office lights dim and the blinds automatically close. The platform lights up and what seems like a 360 screen revolves around her body, showing a full 360 view of the ThunderHawk central hub, and all its inhibitants.<br/><br/>In the ThunderHawk, the central computer projects a holographic image of the suited woman.<br/><br/><em>Mr. Moorhouse. I see your crew assembled here for your assignment briefing. Very well. The coordinates to planet Yarlrus 7 is being transmitted to your ship's navigation computer now. Our client prefers to keep himself anonymous, but the task he asks is of high importance and of high profit.<br/><br/>He asks that you retrieve a high value Solarian datacube from a local militia stronghold on that planet. You may use whatever methods necessary, but you alone are responsible for the consequences.<br/><br/>Anyone with any knowledge of the outer worlds of this galaxy can read the subtleties of her words. Yarlrus 7 is one of many worlds that are in mafia control. Corporations control the central planets, and various crime lords control the outers. 'Local Militia' is just a politically correct way of saying 'mob stronghold'<br/><br/>I'm also transmitting the coordinates to the drop point, once you retrieve the datacube. Once the datacube is delivered, Mr. Moorhouse will be transmitted your payments and he can disperse them to you as he sees fit.<br/></em><br/>Good Luck<br/><br/><br/>The holographic woman fades from the central computer.