Intro
Batth'o Ubelin did not like the cold. As he stared at the empty space extending outside the window of his cabin on the Flying Carpet, he thought about the transcript of a conversation sniffed from the crew of CJC boarding shuttle Mandillo, "[...] an ideal, pitch black heat sink ready to squeeze every Wh out of you to fizzle it into entropy along its relentless race towards 0°K [...]". It was just an irrelevant Nomads engineers trash talk but he kept thinking about it. Same as the Nomad shuttle and many other vessels in the area, the Flying Carpet was racing towards the Rigoletto cargo ship. He was officially after a silk shipment of his and all the others also had equally good official reasons to be there. In reality, everybody was there for the Mothball.
He closed his eyes and tried to bring back the feeling of the scorching hot Burak sun on his face, then the door opened and Lt. Presh Inse'ah got into the cabin.
- We are ready to start boarding operations Captain - she said.
- Lieutenant, we got confirmation that all life support systems on the Rigoletto are out of service. It is cold down there. I am giving you all the armor a humble silk trader can afford...- he paused for a moment to give the Ghulam officer a meaningful look - but please, please keep yourself and your team warm and in one piece. There will be more work to do, this is just early game and we are in for the long run...-
