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The thump of his magboots on Fairhaven Station’s metal decking reminded “Lonesome” Joe Davenhiem of his position in life
As a Scavenger, he was too poor to pay for a private pad or even a pad in the gravity section of the station but, had to park his ship, “Estella” in the Free Port. The un-regulated zero-G parking area for folks like him. So, he had to wear his magboots just to get to the gravity-equipped section and his clomping was a supernova
But, that would change with this find. Even if it brought half of his estimate, he would be rolling in credits. Especially if Zeb came through.
After an hour of clumping through deck after deck, Joe stood before Zeb’s Emporium. Zeb would deal in anything regardless of the items legality. He had connections, it was said, from the Tatooine mafia to the Centaurum itself.
Joe looked down at the hard-case he carried and smiled. Perhaps this little piece would grace the desk of a Centauri high Councilor!
He squared his shoulders and stepped into Zeb’s
“Vat do you haff for me, Jozef?” Zeb, tilting his green head in a way that, for Voldarans, showed humor, “You are very… how does one say? Bouncy? Expectant?”
“That I am, Zeb!” Joe grinned, “I’ve got the find of a lifetime here!”
“Iss zat so?” Zeb’s tone was skeptical but, he kept his head tilt, “Let us see it”
Joe opened his hard-case and drew the item out and placed it on the counter. He nodded knowingly at Zeb. He could tell by his posture that if Voldarans could whistle, Zeb would have whistled.
“Oh, Interesting!” Zeb adjusted his monocle sensor, “I’ve not seen its like. The design iss… alien but, unrecognizable. Where did you find it?”
“Now, now, Zeb,” Joe moved to stand before the pawnbroker and folded his arms across his chest, “You know I won’t reveal my secrets!”
Zeb made the snorting whine that was Voldaran laughter.
“You haff so little to protect, Joe”
“Maybe so but, I think this little baby will be my ticket out of the hole I’m in”
“Truly are are in a hole, Joe.” Zeb lifted his eyes in thought, “I can give you… fifty thousand credits for such a unique piece”
Zeb began letting his hands wander over the piece so he didn’t notice that Joe started for an instant then recovered. His voice was steady when he replied.
“Oh, is that all?” It was twice as much as he had dreamed of, “I guess it will do.”
“What” Zeb said, as he pointed to what appeared to be a button on top of the piece, “do you suppose this does?”
“Dunno, “ Joe shrugged, “I tried not to touch it.”
“Well,” Zeb said with a Voldaran grin, “Let’s see, shall vee?”
The thump of his magboots on Fairhaven Station’s metal decking reminded “Lonesome” Joe Davenhiem of his position in life
As a Scavenger, he was too poor to pay for a private pad or even a pad in the gravity section of the station but, had to park his ship, “Estella” in the Free Port. The un-regulated zero-G parking area for folks like him. So, he had to wear his magboots just to get to the gravity-equipped section and his clomping was a supernova
But, that would change with this find. Even if it brought half of his estimate, he would be rolling in credits. Especially if Zeb came through.
After an hour of clumping through deck after deck, Joe stood before Zeb’s Emporium. Zeb would deal in anything regardless of the items legality. He had connections, it was said, from the Tatooine mafia to the Centaurum itself.
Joe looked down at the hard-case he carried and smiled. Perhaps this little piece would grace the desk of a Centauri high Councilor!
He squared his shoulders and stepped into Zeb’s
“Vat do you haff for me, Jozef?” Zeb, tilting his green head in a way that, for Voldarans, showed humor, “You are very… how does one say? Bouncy? Expectant?”
“That I am, Zeb!” Joe grinned, “I’ve got the find of a lifetime here!”
“Iss zat so?” Zeb’s tone was skeptical but, he kept his head tilt, “Let us see it”
Joe opened his hard-case and drew the item out and placed it on the counter. He nodded knowingly at Zeb. He could tell by his posture that if Voldarans could whistle, Zeb would have whistled.
“Oh, Interesting!” Zeb adjusted his monocle sensor, “I’ve not seen its like. The design iss… alien but, unrecognizable. Where did you find it?”
“Now, now, Zeb,” Joe moved to stand before the pawnbroker and folded his arms across his chest, “You know I won’t reveal my secrets!”
Zeb made the snorting whine that was Voldaran laughter.
“You haff so little to protect, Joe”
“Maybe so but, I think this little baby will be my ticket out of the hole I’m in”
“Truly are are in a hole, Joe.” Zeb lifted his eyes in thought, “I can give you… fifty thousand credits for such a unique piece”
Zeb began letting his hands wander over the piece so he didn’t notice that Joe started for an instant then recovered. His voice was steady when he replied.
“Oh, is that all?” It was twice as much as he had dreamed of, “I guess it will do.”
“What” Zeb said, as he pointed to what appeared to be a button on top of the piece, “do you suppose this does?”
“Dunno, “ Joe shrugged, “I tried not to touch it.”
“Well,” Zeb said with a Voldaran grin, “Let’s see, shall vee?”
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