Gotta get back into the headspace.
“Great. They’re a bunch of well-adjusted fanatics who don’t want to harvest our pineal glands.” I scowled. “But why are they here? There’s nothing on this planet except us, and the usual abandoned ruins.”
“Anything good in them?” asked Nur. “I mean, we’re here for the contragrav, sure. But they’d just buy in to get a piece of that, right?” He looked at me. “So, is there something going on under the table, Pam?”
“Geez, Nur.” I shook my head. “If we were running anything under the table — “ Besides all that stuff we’re gonna forget to get import stamps for, I thought “ — you’d be the one managing it, right? So you tell me: anything I should know about?”
Nur snorted. “Yeah, that’s fair. Nah, I got nothing going on the side.” Again, aside from the smuggling; which he was involved in. Maybe they really are interested in that? I thought to myself. But what was the point? If we got caught, they’d just make us pay the import fees, plus three percent. That wasn’t worth sending a ship here.
A ship… I snapped my fingers. “I am an idiot,” I said.
“Heh. You only say that when you’ve worked something out tricky,” Nur said. “What’s it this time?”
“Just that if the crew of the Redacted won’t talk to us,” I said as I stood up, “we’ll just talk with the ship itself.”