Changing the Money
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rinkhcTitle: Changing the Money
Fandom: Original Fiction - Lizards ‘verse
Series: Kat’s Therapy Journal - 17th Salma, 5433
Prompt: Caught in a Robbery
Medium: FIC
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 606
Summary: Sometimes, things don’t make it into the final mission report.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply
17th Salma, 5433
Subject: The Stupidest Thing that Ever Happened on a Mission
You asked, Doctor Ellie. You’re going to regret asking.
We were sent to some backwater spaceport to meet with some people to get a new weapon that supposedly worked against the L’spi. Easy enough, right? Wrong.
Bad intel brought us to the wrong side of the spaceport. And we didn’t have the right currency with us to pay the docking fees, so they weren’t going to let us leave when the time came. So, our CO tasked us with going to the money changer and trading the currency we did have for something useable. I took Hauck with me to watch my back, because I didn’t trust anyone else that was along on that mission to do so. Wils came along to run the tech, if necessary. It was rule, back then, you always had a tech expert on team, even if it was only to run comms and make sure all our radios worked.
So, we wandered across town, asking here and there for directions to the moneychanger. We ended up at an exchange center. Hauck wanted to turn around and leave, the place was almost completely open to the air, with only token half-walls to delineate the spaces. Hauck Prinz can smell trouble, it’s what makes him such a good security officer. But we needed to change the coins or we’d be stuck on that hellhole, so we went in to do some business.
I went over to the first table and showed one of the coins, asking if we could exchange it. The man pointed me to another across the way. We headed over to him and he was reluctant to made the trade, but eventually handed over a sack of the local currency.
As we turned to leave, chatting about the possibility of sampling some of the local food and drink before going back to the ship, there was a ruckus by the entrance to the square of tables and booths.
We could have fought our way out, but that would have blown our cover and we still needed to collect our weapon. So, when we were directed to, we sat on the dirt floor, put our hands on our heads and allowed the rural bank robbers to take the sack of coins and our weapons.
Robbed. Four experienced, highly trained espionage operative, robbed - at knifepoint no less! How humiliating. We’d have been total laughingstocks back at base if not for the fact that not only were we in the wrong marketplace due to bad intel, we were on the wrong damned planet! Someone had not checked their coordinates properly and sent us off course.
I was feeling pretty miserable about the stupidity of the situation and the fact that I was goign to have to answer for it, until Hauck jingled his pocket and brought out just enough coins for the three of us to have a few drinks to drown our sorrows.
Have I mentioned that there are many and varied reasons why I always demanded that Hauck be my wingman? He always knew just what to do to cheer me up. He and Wils took turns singing raunchy ditties to make me laugh. They also took turns filling my glass when I wasn’t looking.
Hauck could also, when necessary, sling me over his shoulders and carry me back to the ship. Which he did. And he gave me water and crackers and put me in my bunk and didn’t even tell our CO that I was suffering from alcohol poisoning from the cheap rotgut that he’d bought me.
And that is probably the stupidest mission I can remember.
Fandom: Original Fiction - Lizards ‘verse
Series: Kat’s Therapy Journal - 17th Salma, 5433
Prompt: Caught in a Robbery
Medium: FIC
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 606
Summary: Sometimes, things don’t make it into the final mission report.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply
17th Salma, 5433
Subject: The Stupidest Thing that Ever Happened on a Mission
You asked, Doctor Ellie. You’re going to regret asking.
We were sent to some backwater spaceport to meet with some people to get a new weapon that supposedly worked against the L’spi. Easy enough, right? Wrong.
Bad intel brought us to the wrong side of the spaceport. And we didn’t have the right currency with us to pay the docking fees, so they weren’t going to let us leave when the time came. So, our CO tasked us with going to the money changer and trading the currency we did have for something useable. I took Hauck with me to watch my back, because I didn’t trust anyone else that was along on that mission to do so. Wils came along to run the tech, if necessary. It was rule, back then, you always had a tech expert on team, even if it was only to run comms and make sure all our radios worked.
So, we wandered across town, asking here and there for directions to the moneychanger. We ended up at an exchange center. Hauck wanted to turn around and leave, the place was almost completely open to the air, with only token half-walls to delineate the spaces. Hauck Prinz can smell trouble, it’s what makes him such a good security officer. But we needed to change the coins or we’d be stuck on that hellhole, so we went in to do some business.
I went over to the first table and showed one of the coins, asking if we could exchange it. The man pointed me to another across the way. We headed over to him and he was reluctant to made the trade, but eventually handed over a sack of the local currency.
As we turned to leave, chatting about the possibility of sampling some of the local food and drink before going back to the ship, there was a ruckus by the entrance to the square of tables and booths.
We could have fought our way out, but that would have blown our cover and we still needed to collect our weapon. So, when we were directed to, we sat on the dirt floor, put our hands on our heads and allowed the rural bank robbers to take the sack of coins and our weapons.
Robbed. Four experienced, highly trained espionage operative, robbed - at knifepoint no less! How humiliating. We’d have been total laughingstocks back at base if not for the fact that not only were we in the wrong marketplace due to bad intel, we were on the wrong damned planet! Someone had not checked their coordinates properly and sent us off course.
I was feeling pretty miserable about the stupidity of the situation and the fact that I was goign to have to answer for it, until Hauck jingled his pocket and brought out just enough coins for the three of us to have a few drinks to drown our sorrows.
Have I mentioned that there are many and varied reasons why I always demanded that Hauck be my wingman? He always knew just what to do to cheer me up. He and Wils took turns singing raunchy ditties to make me laugh. They also took turns filling my glass when I wasn’t looking.
Hauck could also, when necessary, sling me over his shoulders and carry me back to the ship. Which he did. And he gave me water and crackers and put me in my bunk and didn’t even tell our CO that I was suffering from alcohol poisoning from the cheap rotgut that he’d bought me.
And that is probably the stupidest mission I can remember.