The Trader Jim Saga continues

[Chuck Anumia]

(This is something I intend to pursue from time to time. Please feel free to join in with sightings of Trader Jim, Mobile Burger trucks (think “Lonestar’s motorhome” from the movie Spaceballs) or any other role you would feel comfortable role playing here)

Aboard the ISS Vorpal Longsword, Captain Rekib Hsart enjoys a cup of StarChucks (™) CoffeeJuice while discussing with his second in command, Lieutenant J. James, his adventures of chasing the notorious space pirate “Trader Jim” across the universe.

“Yes, those were the good old days. Jim had so many dozens of clones and cyborgs running around in those incredibly fast mobile burger trucks that we often felt we were chasing our own tail.”

We picked up the last clone just 3 years ago out in the Trojan Reach. He was trying to sell KKree burgers to a Varger crew.
Turned out the meat wasn’t even KKree. It was some kind of bio-protein synthesized to taste to Vargers like KKree. We never found the lab or factory where it was manufactured. Jim or his clone told us he didn’t know and the warehouse he said he got it from turned out to be abandoned.
We were never sure if this was the real Trader Jim or the last of his clones. As far as I know, he is still sitting in his cell plotting his escape or awaiting his rescue to this day.

Meanwhile, back in the high security prison where Trader Jim sits in his cell…
A guard approaches Trader Jim's cell.
"Hey Jim! Got a message for ya. The warden couldn’t understand the cypher for it since it must be in some kind of code but she figured it was safe enough to pass on to ya."
(The guard then handed Jim the short message written on a fortune cookie paper)
“KKree burgers made while you wait. Now serving number 432” Get yours TODAY”
(Jim smiled as he lit the paper on fire and started the clock in his head counting down)

 

[Jame]

Lieutenant-Commander Ananda DeMars, of the 400-ton Type T "There's Hope" (replete with art of a hand pointing forwards) cursed as the subsidized merchant flickered into Jump, even with its grid flickering from damage. It'd just barely gotten away, and evidence pointing to the last pockets of the old Trader's Raiders had gone with it.
Her crew paused for a moment - she did have a temper sometimes - but her second in command, Hermione Malfoy*, quickly got them focussed back on task. She nodded to her skipper and they slipped into the empty mess hall.
"Look, skipper, they got away, but we DID get a large partial dump of their computer core. Once we get it decrypted we'll be able to get back to Command and tell them we have a lead."
"First one the 41st has had in a while, isn't it? Most of us have retired or been hired away." DeMars sighed and said, "I better tell the crew they did good work. That way they won't go Vargr on us, like some of the rest did."
They went back on the bridge and got the ship going back to Command. It'd be a long week in jump figuring out what they had...

*Yes. Harry Potter, that happy rotter. I went there. :devil: :nonono:

 

[Chuck Anumia]

Warehouse

Captain Rekib wondered around the warehouse as his crew searched for evidence of wrong doing and clues to their current base. The Bleak system of the Trojan Reach was living up to its name.
Nothing was left in the warehouse but stale fortune cookie papers and the machine to print out the messages.
Several were printed out with the number 432 in various places within the message. What did it mean?

Was it a date code? a location?

There had to be something in this pile of junk to help them figure out the puzzle...right?