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An evening with friends, a celebratory dinner with a poisonous menu, the perfect end is a bottle of wine from your host; but could it actually be the last drink?

 

A mummified hand millienia old: a sacred symbol to some; a symbol of power to others; to the greedy a source of wealth, and to their enemies it could be the crew's last adventure.

 

The crew have just thirty-six hours to put things right before the authorities arrest them, but Jet has gone missing; Rosie is going to break the laws of both society and mysticism, and Chub needs to warn the others that killers are looking for them whatever they do.

 

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A distress call from an isolated outpost, located on a planet infested carnivorous ants; the size of bullocks, that can spit acid. Definately a place to avoid; unless your Jet Black.

 

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An underwater city populated only by women; sounds like the place Jet Black would feel right at home, but a lesbos utopia it isn't when Mermen enslave the population; you've lost half the crew, and your branded a traitor.

 

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It should have been almost a holiday for Rosie and Jet; a delivery to a planet whose civilisation lives in a medieval time; but then the king turns up in a stretched limo and demands their spaceship: and Chub cant help, he's slowly bleeding to death trapped inside a volcano..