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Gavin: “Nita! Shir! Tin can! Wake up! The Black Fang has just launched from San Myshuno - without us!”

Shir: “So Hank’s loyalties were with the rebellion, after all.”

R6-TV: *sad, disappointed beeps*

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Gavin: “That makes no sense. We are not sworn enemies of the do-gooders.”

Nita: “So you think the Knights of Ren did us in?”

Gavin: “That makes no sense, either, as we are not a thorn in the knights’ paw. More likely the fence captured Hank for a bounty on whoever’s behalf. We won’t find out if we do not give chase, get the old fossil back and ask him!”

Nita: “What with, pray tell? As you just said yourself, we’re fresh out of a space ship.”

Shir: “Well, there’s always… the Old Penelope!”

The Old Penelope!

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Contrary to common belief, the is another space port on the planet, and it is conveniently close to Godmother’s base. The place is run by old Captain Cahill, his half-Mawg son Pries and his household slave, Dart. Both younger men are also expert rocket technicians in old Cpt. Cahill’s image.

Oh, and Whitaker the loyal guard dragog, of course:

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This private space port is used by everyone who cannot afford San Myshuno’s fees, or who has to avoid dealings with the planetary governments. Of course this brings such daring (or desperate) souls deep into Godmother’s domain, so whatever business brought the strangers here in the first place often enough it ends with them being without a ship – or literally ends them.

Whenever that happens, George Cahill can add a new heap of plastic and wires to his collection, to use as spare parts to sell to the needy or to upgrade the Old Penelope.

The smuggler Dan Lambert had been such a case, who had his rocketship literally ripped apart by a cloud of spores. He survived by sheer luck and now lives under the name “Dart”, a feeble protection from Godmother’s still smoldering anger at him.

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George: “Can you imagine who just called? The Four Fangs! They’re in serious trouble.”

Pries: “The mommy-boys? Have they finally gotten on their Godmother’s wrong, uh, root?”

George: “We’ll know soon enough…”

Dart: “Their version of the story, anyway.”

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George: “There they come…”

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Pirates… smugglers… con artists… Despite never having crossed the line into crime himself, George Cahill harbors no animosity towards scoundrels. Only the Black Fangs and people like them, who willingly associate with Godmother, are the target of the fringer’s loathing.

For the lady of the Planter Pot is a murderous one, who way too readily snacks on minions who have disappointed her.

George has held people at gunpoint in his life several times and often shudders at the question how he could live with himself, had he been forced to pull the trigger. Through cleverness and force of personality, he has always managed to avoid this.

Now Godmother is by far more cunning and charismatic than himself, George knows, yet she rarely makes this effort. Ruling a crime empire, yet acting on her whims, the motherplant is a fickle, dangerous neighbor.

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But the Four Fangs not only don’t seem to mind, they even respect their liege.

Couldn’t they at least have the decency to say they needed Godmother’s patronage to afford their lifestyles, while at the same time spitting at her name? How can they drive in her so casually, those “godchildren”, when Pries’ mother had been eaten alive by that monster?