Leon stood uneasily on the bridge of the large freight ship. He wore a while bandana over his head, and wore a knee-length leather coat. powered wipers kept the rain off of the greasy windows, at least the ones that still had glass.
One of his "Lieutenants," a human, stood next to him, reading off the screen of a beat-up laptop. It was one of the only working computers on the ship, and they used this one for inventory. Leon's inventory was constantly growing. The way he saw it, it was worthwhile to pick up any intelligent mutant, shipwrecked sailor, or starving man; for each one was two more working hands.
Leon's crew consisted of scavengers, mechanics, scholars and soldiers, and though they didn't have the best of any one group, they had enough to be a force to be reckoned with. Everyone learned to live under Leon's guidance; he was kind, and he was the son of a general.
Today, they should be arriving in another port, where they would strike a deal with smaller captains, selling food, tech, and guns, or taking them aboard if they desired. So far, Leon's fleet consisted of this, his flagship, and seven smaller ships, of both civilian and military descent.
They began to pull into port, and saw another ship being loaded from a warehouse. He hoped they weren't too late to interest them in their own goods.
Leon was on the deck, with three armed guards, by the time the anchor had been dropped. Collapseable stairs were dropped down to the dock, and Leon began to descend.
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