Hook:     A fair-haired fellow ambles up to you and wants to take passage to your next stop.  You recognize him, he’s all over the Cortex: the name’s Gabriel, and he’s one of the hottest folk singers in the ‘Verse.  Pays you twice the going rate, too.  Now all you have to do is finish repairs and you’re off.    

Problem:   Something of a pity that Gabriel just can’t keep his jeans zipped.  But it’s the truth.  People are out looking for him. Lots of people.  Cuckolded husbands, outraged parents, jilted lovers.  Seconds for those wanting a duel, constables looking to serve papers.

Complications: Gabriel really can’t keep his jeans zipped.  He’s more than happy to start on the crew, and his sheer charisma is off the charts: he could out-Companion most Companions.  He’s also quite ecumenical in his tastes (there are cuckolded wives in that posse too!), and will go cheerfully out to seduce as many crew members as he can between singing their favorite songs.  Pity he’s also a bit of a jinx, and while he’s never directly responsible, distracted people keep futzing around and making the repairs go longer.

By the bye, guess how many of the aforementioned cuckolded or outraged folk aren’t bothering with confrontations or duels, and are outright hiring gunmen to take Gabriel down one way or another?

Resolutions: Fix the ruttin’ ship, get off the gorram planet, and get this guy off the ship before he humps it all up, figuratively and literally.

Fun Stuff:  Well ... Gabriel really does have adoring fans.  Hordes of them.  Your cargo bay ramp’s an impromptu concert stage, and if they can’t get autographs, souvenirs from His Ship will do.  The excitement will cascade to the crew, and you’ll be buttonholed on the street for interviews, autographs and the like.  Intense, nonstop scrutiny.  Can’t even get a quiet drink or make any deals!  Beyond that, Gabriel’s tough rancher he-man image is a bit of a put on.  In private, he’s a anarcho-Buddhist, wears silk lounging robes, smokes clove cigarettes, and genuinely believes his pet cat’s a sentient being.  He did tell you he was bringing his cat, right?

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