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The Salvager
Location - Spider, Dyson’s Salvage Shop
The shelves in Dyson’s Salvage Shop are overflowing with all manner of parts, quite a bit more than the last time I visited. He must have had a really nice haul recently. I briefly peruse the bottom racks of the 10 meter tall shelf labeled “Cooling”. All kinds of hoses and radiator assemblies… Oh! My eyes find a large mass of twisted cables and piping at the end of the shelf, a nearly pristine condition military-grade Behring ball turret weapon intercooler! I glance down at what Dyson is charging for it… 2300 credits. Whoa! With that kind of sustained firepower we could put out using this thing, it would be worth it if we found ourselves in another fight like that last one.
Turning toward the periodic light and characteristic thumping bass of Electronica classical music emanating from the backroom, I walk over and peek my head through the door. Dyson is hunched over a large metal form; a delicate welding laser in one of his huge hands and industrial autodriver in the other. I shuffle my feet and clear my throat to make my presence known. He looks up slowly, carefully puts down his tools and raises his goggles.
“Rekktor. Been awhile, ma boy. What’ya be needing?”
“What are you working on there, Dyson?” I ask as he perches himself on an adjacent rusty metal stool.
“This here is a class II gimbal weapons mount, Aegis Dynamics. This model tracks like a beast, but needs some work. Recovered on the drift after a little skirmish in the Pyro system.”
“You spaced someone in Pyro?” I thought Dyson had put his piracy days behind him.
“Naw, watched the battle from 200 klicks and waited. Damned idiots spaced each other. Good gear on ‘em both, was lucky.”
After a moment of silence, I switch topics. “Dyson, I came to pick up some parts for the Havik.”
“What’d you boys do to ma ship?!” His response is gruff yet I can hear that he is concerned.
“Well, that’s a long story…”
The shelves in Dyson’s Salvage Shop are overflowing with all manner of parts, quite a bit more than the last time I visited. He must have had a really nice haul recently. I briefly peruse the bottom racks of the 10 meter tall shelf labeled “Cooling”. All kinds of hoses and radiator assemblies… Oh! My eyes find a large mass of twisted cables and piping at the end of the shelf, a nearly pristine condition military-grade Behring ball turret weapon intercooler! I glance down at what Dyson is charging for it… 2300 credits. Whoa! With that kind of sustained firepower we could put out using this thing, it would be worth it if we found ourselves in another fight like that last one.
Turning toward the periodic light and characteristic thumping bass of Electronica classical music emanating from the backroom, I walk over and peek my head through the door. Dyson is hunched over a large metal form; a delicate welding laser in one of his huge hands and industrial autodriver in the other. I shuffle my feet and clear my throat to make my presence known. He looks up slowly, carefully puts down his tools and raises his goggles.
“Rekktor. Been awhile, ma boy. What’ya be needing?”
“What are you working on there, Dyson?” I ask as he perches himself on an adjacent rusty metal stool.
“This here is a class II gimbal weapons mount, Aegis Dynamics. This model tracks like a beast, but needs some work. Recovered on the drift after a little skirmish in the Pyro system.”
“You spaced someone in Pyro?” I thought Dyson had put his piracy days behind him.
“Naw, watched the battle from 200 klicks and waited. Damned idiots spaced each other. Good gear on ‘em both, was lucky.”
After a moment of silence, I switch topics. “Dyson, I came to pick up some parts for the Havik.”
“What’d you boys do to ma ship?!” His response is gruff yet I can hear that he is concerned.
“Well, that’s a long story…”
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Rekktor "Korenwolf" Falx
