Despite having sold several cels last week, my
spending still outstripped my income, and I'm back
to square one.  Which is to say, broke.  Bad, bad,
BAD Cindy.

So here's the crew of the Swordbreaker, who are
perpetually scraping for cash -- this time, in
their zeal to complete a fat contract and fill the
pantry with food again, they've caused god only
knows how much damage to a security satellite, and
are trying to escape now before the owners catch on.