Why'd You Kill the Merchant?!

[sansseraph]

Who: ALL O' Y'ALL
Broadcast: If you want
Action: FRICK YEAH PARTY AT THE JUNKYARD...I mean, Waystation. Junkstation.
When: 10/07 - Event End

It looks more like a junk heap than a waystation, but luckily there aren't any math fetishists to add you to the pile (hopefully). Talk to the scavengers and heed their warnings...if you want. Or perhaps you'll approach a shady individual for purchasing or selling stuff.

"Welcome, stranger!"

Comments

[wolfehawke]

Well I wasn't about to see you leashed to some slaver, that would be awful.

[He guides her gently back towards the main parts of the station where it's more crowded and less likely to have anyone just grabbing people with so many witnesses.]

Where you're from must be quite safe if you normally feel so secure wandering around alone.

[hot4engines]

Woulda just been my luck, too- end up here in this Fleet, then get pulled away afore I can really establish myself.

[Kaylee laughed.]

Not especially, but I got tough people who know their way around a fight within callin' distance most of the time back home. I... I guess I got distracted looking for them, and at all the salvage, and forgot they wasn't here to look after me.

[wolfehawke]

Are you from somewhere similar to this, then?

[He can't imagine being so at home in space of all places as to forget where you are and think you're back home at the back your mind while distracted.]

[hot4engines]

Uh-huh. Didn't get to visit salvage yards as much as I'd like, but me and my crew went from place to place, took jobs as they came. I was our ship's mechanic.

[wolfehawke]

Oh, mechanic, hm? I don't have a mind for that sort of thing so anyone with engineering or mechanical expertise is someone I admire. I mean, I know my way around a communicator just fine, but that's because of the augment.

[hot4engines]

Well, thanks so much for sayin' so! [Despite not wearing a skirt, Kaylee dipped a small curtsy.] I've always had a thing for ships. It's kinda like they talk to me... I have a knack for figurin' out what's wrong and what to do to fix it.

[wolfehawke]

Ships can talk? So you're some kind of... ship doctor?

[hot4engines]

[Kaylee giggled.]

Suppose you could call me that, but it's not speech, it's more like... I've always had a gift for figurin' things out. I can look at a ship and just see right away what's wrong with it. I know how things is supposed to look and sound, so when something's wrong or off balance or not working right, I can tell that right away.

[wolfehawke]

Oh! Well, that makes more sense than some kind of technology magic. Technomag... Technomancy!

[He totally just made that up, be impressed.]

[hot4engines]

Technomancy... [Kaylee repeated the word, savoring the sound of it.] Makes it sound real fancy. I might take to callin' myself that anyway.

[wolfehawke]

You could! The fleet's first technomancer.

[He likes her smile, it's infectious.]

[hot4engines]

Why, I could even charge for my services. Make myself a company logo and everything.

[wolfehawke]

You could, though I think your captain might be a bit put out if he has to pay you to fix your own ship. Or maybe not, I guess we're paid to do those jobs.

[Weird that he hasn't really looked at communications as a job until right that second, just a thing he can now do because of the augment.]

[hot4engines]

Hmmm, that's true. I wouldn't dream of chargin' Takeshi or any of my crew, though. They seem to be a good lot so far.

[wolfehawke]

Most people here are, I find. Which is surprising considering the jerks in the rest of the universe.

[He thrusts his thumb back behind them, indicating the guy he'd knocked out as a reference.]

[hot4engines]

Ain't that always the case, though? It sometimes feels like I managed to latch myself to the only decent crew in the galaxy. Oh, some of the Cap'n's buddies are okay, but some of 'em are real shady and will cross ya as soon as look at ya.