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Lucky Bastards Inc / LBI

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Welcome to Lucky Bastards Incorporated

Trustworthy, competent and a reputation of well executed missions. We are a small business of retired navy veterans, crewmen and oilers. Survivors from the harbours of Chernarus. We are old grumpy fuckers who long for the comfort of the waves of the sea.



History

Before Odessa even woke up she could hear enamel cups bang against each other and dishes being thrown out on the table.
“For fuck’s sake, Raz, some of us are trying to sleep here!”
She drew open the curtains that enclosed the top bunk that made out her only private space on the ship and took a swig from a near empty can of Synergy left over from last night.

The lights in the kitchen area of the ship stung her eyes and made a slight headache begin to reveal itself at the back of her neck.
“Hey Hoodoo, what the hell was that sorry excuse for cheap fucking sludge we drank last night? You trying to poison us?” She smiled to herself.
Her friend didn’t even look up from his burrito, he just raised his middle finger at her as she passed him on her way to the coffee machine. She knew he was still pleased he had beaten her in the card game yesterday.

The door to the cockpit opened and Dietrich appeared wearing sweatpants and a stained tank top. He had probably slept in the pilot seat. Again. He took out a cigarette from behind his left ear and lit it while scratching his stomach.

“You guys ready?” he said and poured some hot liquid into a cup before he vanished back to the cockpit without even waiting for an answer.

“Crust!” Raz yelled and banged the wall on the side of the door, hitting what he knew was just the right spot. “Rise and shine! Time to make yourself useful!”
There was a loud moan from the other side of the wall, Odessa could just make out Crust’s favorite curse words.
“Yeah, good fucking morning to you too.”

How the hell Raz managed to be this fresh and alert after the number of drinks he’d had last night was a fucking mystery, Odessa thought to herself. She rolled her shoulders to get some blood flow back and stuffed a turkey sandwich in her mouth. With one hand on the rail she slid down the ladder to the station that controlled the front laser of the mining ship they called home, and sat down while she waited for the rest of the crew to get ready.

“Another day in the Mole dawns”, she thought as she powered up her mining laser and looked out on the barren landscape in front of her. “This sure beats hand mining in the caves on Hurston.”
Odessa pulled her green cap down over her head. Let’s make some money!

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