Crossing paths 1 Jun 30, 2020 8:02:30 GMT
Post by Salt on Jun 30, 2020 8:02:30 GMT
((See all life reduced the required WC to find Udet from 1,500 to 1,000))
“Salt.” Meg droned, not looking away from the canopy. Colored lights parted the darkness and played across the vision of anyone who bothered to look outside at the effects of physically tunneling through reality by bending space in half with machines capable of such a feat.
This of course meant that Salt wasn't paying attention to it at all. Currently the Brenchian was behind a terminal opposite the pilot's seat, browsing the bounty head data base they'd updated while they were on the station. There were many high value bounties out here in the vast, but the trouble was finding them. Many of them had last-knowns that were light years from here. Redyr, Aezana, some nameless robot monstrosity. So many.....
“Saaaaaaaalt!” Meg groaned, the Brenchian finally turning his chair around to face the Gelboian. “Whuz'zup, Meg?” Salt asked finally, unable to fully hide his annoyance. Meg ignored it, though, gesturing to an instrument on her panel. “We're going to be dead in the dark soon if we don't stop and refuel.”
Salt looked back at his terminal, sliding his finger across it a couple of time, flashing by a lizard by the name of Udet, and a creature called Corva before he rose to his feet. “Where's the nearest refueling depot?” Salt asked aloud, moving toward an instrument panel nearer to the pilots seat. Pepp, keeping them on the correct course at navigation, began to punch keys at her station, watching a read out before she spun her seat to face Salt.
“There's one a few parsecs from here, small and make shift, we'll probably take a pretty bad hit if we refill Maria there....The nearest after that is Hera, we'll be able to get a better price there.” She explained, drumming her fingers on the keyboard at navigation.
Nutmeg looked down at her panel before looking back up, a frown across her face. “We're not going to make it to Hera I can tell you that, we should just be able to make the smaller depot.”
Salt sighed , running a hand over his face before he glanced upward. Finally he looked down. He trusted Meg's instincts, else wise he'd be piloting the black maria himself. “We'll hit the nearer depot.” Salt decided aloud, looking to his second in command. Pepp just shrugged at him before turning back to her navigation terminal, punching a few things into the navi-computer.
“We'll just have to find a bounty to cover the costs of this little trip....how long until we reach the fuel depot?”
Pepp looked at the navi-computer before looking back up to Salt. “About.....an hour.”
“Welp, get ready ta' get out n' stretch yer' legs fer' a bit.” Salt spoke, turning away from his comrades before sitting back down at his little bounty terminal, continuing to flip through the database.
When the time came the Black Maria lurched slightly as the colored lights of hyper space gave way back to reality, revealing to those sitting in the cockpit a lone Asteroid adrift in space. Far beyond it lay a distant white star, the center of this mini system. Changing direction and slowing speed the Maria moved toward it, changing course several times to avoid direct collisions. As the craft came in the fueling station upon the top of it became obvious, lit up well enough that most could make out the atmospheric projectors that were mounted over a good mile of the rock it sat upon. A few other ships were parked around the Asteroid, refueling for their long journeys.
Meg brought the ship around to a re-fueling pump, easing it into position alongside a massive, red tower before setting it's landing gear down and coming to rest, the engines dying. As the hatch opened, Oregano, Salt, and Fen stepped outside, Salt stretching as the other two began to open the panel that protected the ships overgrown gas cap. When they'd gotten it open Oregano approached the massive tower, rotating the thing by hand until a properly sized nozzle was located. Grabbing it with both hands he dragged it over to the ship, pulling a length of long black hose out of the tower as it moved.
“I'm gonna go pay.” Salt informed the other two before beginning to walk away from the black maria. Both his cohorts made a grunt in response. A good ways across the asteroid Salt walked, passing in and out of darkness as he moved under the lamps set up to make it easier to find the actual office.
Finally it came into sight, Salt finding the window and moving toward it. He locked eyes with the green skinned alien behind the translucent pane. Salt didn't know the race of the operator, but he could tell they were reptilian, just from the scales that covered them. Growing closer to the window, though, Salt realized that the one behind it was...doing something weird with it's throat. Gulping in air quickly as though it had just exerted itself greatly.
The thing eyed him suspiciously as he reached the window, putting a hand into his pocket before pulling out the universal currency he carried since it was easier than carrying five hundred different denominations. From his days as a beat cop on Kaladon he knew that most people up to no good associated this with folks who were potentially with the galactic patrol.
“One kay on pump....” Salt stopped for a moment before he turned around, tapping the badge on his coat. A hurried conversation followed through comms before he turned back around. “...one fifty six.” He finished, sliding the cred sticks forward for the operator to ring them up.
“uhh....right, one thousand on one fifty six...” the alien answered, slowly taking the cred sticks and looking down to the register that rested before it. There was hesitation on it's face as it took in the thing before it.
“We met?” Salt asked suddenly, stopping the thing in it's tracks. The eyes went wide for a moment before it shook it's head in the negative, once more looking down at the register. “Sorry, ya' just look familiar 's all.” Salt explained before shrugging. The lizard gave a half nod, slowly it reached out a hand, hitting a few keys before the sound of the register opening filled the air. “....Re...receipt?” The lizard asked.
“Naw, we good.” Salt answered with a wave of his hand, turning and beginning to stride away. Once more he tapped the badge on his chest. “Good to go.” he said, placing his hands in his pockets as he crossed under a lamp, passing into the dim light seconds later. A voice answered him over the comms, stopping the Brenchian in his tracks.
“You sure?” Oregano asked. “The fuel won't pump.”
Salt turned, looking back to the brighter light of the office he'd just left, watching the lizard at the window begin to hurriedly pull cred sticks out of the till. Watching him Salt began to squint, recollection finally clicking into place.
“Udet...” He mumbled, watching the office passively as the lizard man grabbed the whole register in his hands, ripping it free from it's position, before dumping the contents into a bag or summat Salt couldn't see. Grinning, the ranger moved to return to the office.