Sitting in the tattered brown managers chair, the cheapest one at the used office furniture store, Mackie Leaned back and almost keeled over backwards. Sighing, he leaned forward and studied the computer. "This is not going to be easy" Nothing worth doing ever was, he thought to himself. The accounting books since he reincorporated Starlighter Inc were going to go into the red soon if he did not drum up some more business. The lot where the new SLInc stood was the same as the old lot. Somehow there was a little corner of space that was not rubble, Mackie bought a small caravan office, hung a home made sign up outside it.

"PILOTS WANTED"

He would need those new faces if he was to start making money again. He could not do it all by himself and expect to keep the investments he had made. After proving to the bank he was not dead, he withdrew the 3 million credits and leased berth space for 4 ships at the port. With whatever was left he bought this office caravan, and two others for living quarters. He would sleep in his ship, and 2 people to each caravan. he would need someone around the office to help. Blue was good at the computer stuff, but human interaction was not one of her strong suits. The AI was often downright cranky sometimes. Leaning back slightly in the chair, he looked to the door of the small office. "Cmon, gimme some luck"