waiting for a Payday ;Scavinging for parts.

Posted on Wed Jun 19th, 2024 @ 2:32am by Private, 1st Class MOO Garrison

598 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Genesis
Location: Persephone; lower dock's
Timeline: its 5-oclock somewhere

Moo [pronounced Moe], the grease monkey, Was scavenging. Or at least he was trying to. So far just looking at his greasy clothes, most of the ship Captain's were reaching for their leg irons. One ship, had it's First mate yelling at him to get down to the Main Engines and get them working. Moo had Identified himself and said he was from the "Thunderbird" but the first mate, still looked like he was going to send him down anyway. Moo said, "I make you a deal. I'll help your Engineer fix a few things, in exchange for a Power converter, or a drum of super coolant?"

The First Mate said, "One condition, you don't break anything else."

Moo replied, "What if I find something critical that needs fix'in? Something, that might make you fall out of the sky?"

The First mate, pondered for about a minute, Then said. "Ok, fine, let me know about the important stuff." Three hours later, Moo had reported 5 critical problems, a dozen Major problems, 50 minor problems, and enough piping leaks to choke a horse. The First mate, didn't bother making Moo fix anything, he just made a list for the captain, and handed Moo; two power couplers and a ten-deciliter container of Super lube.

The First mate said, "We now can't spare any of the power converters anymore, but these couplers should be better for your ship. Come back after dusk with a Mule, and I will give you the 50-deciliter drum of the super coolant. And bring your Captain, I want to borrow you for a week. I should have enough items to be able to facilitate that transaction!"

Moo was not too sure about that trade, but he asked, "If I can have a 2-meter-long piece of Main Fuel line, I'll agree to bring my Captain back at dusk."

The first mate promptly started yelling as he ran back up the gangplank. A short while later, the First Mate came down huffing and puffing at one end of the pipe, and a burly crew member, frowning at the other end of the pipe.

Moo picked up the pipe with his left hand and promised to be back at dusk. Moo was glad that the First mate had suggested bringing the Captain's along. He was afraid he would get shanghaied. Moo heard stories like that all the time, for persons alone, travel was risky business. Sometimes, downright dangerous.

Moo put the heavy container on his right shoulder and put the two power couplers in his left hand. Moo hoped that anyone strong enough to do that would be a hard target, and make people not on the good side of the law, take a step away. with his marge left hand, he had a 2-meter long piece of main fuel line in one hand. That should make even the hardest brawler think twice. It did make everyone around him leave him plenty of room, even though the road was packed with people. It only took half the time to get back to the Thunderbird, as it did leaving. Reaching the gangplank, he set the fuel pipe on the ground and punched his lift code into the gangway.

As the gangplank dropped, he picked up the fuel pipe and headed up the gangplank. Moo hoped the captain would get rid of him permanently, just for a short time. He liked it here, and the Doc was nice... He thought she looked too fragile, but she didn't break so far. The security officer scared him, she was always playing with knives.

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