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[indent][indent][color=lightgray][center][sub][b][i]Our angstromatic disc is shot. Adding onto that, we need new transponder codes or we're stuck in this system indefinitely.[/i][/b][/sub][/center]

Tryansa didn’t like planets like Andares Prime. Especially not when it was the centerpiece of a piece of the Milky Way that was close to falling apart.

But, it was where she landed. In need of fresh transponder codes that didn’t get her shot down by an imperial dreadnought and a unique part that was a piece of what allowed The Carthage to travel between interstellar sectors at warp speed. Normally, she’d be able to buy something wholesale but not only was she low on cash but Andares Prime was a shithole with a shit marketplace. Adding onto that, the part had to be compatible with a Xaedding X-93 Light Freighter. [b][i]Tryansa, older models of ships are easier to navigate in our business,[/i][/b] her late mentor had told her. What an absolute load of galactic bullshit.

Now she had to explain to her current partner what the plan was.

Worst part of the job explaining they were stranded in the middle of nowhere, but hey at least it wasn’t in a place where they were drifting ajar in dead space. It could have been a lot worse.

She leaned back in her chair as she flipped the switch to the intercom. “Alright. So that last firefight has fried a little more than our hull. Looks like we’re stuck in-system and maybe on-planet unless we find fresh transponder codes and a new angstromatic disc. Oh, and we basically have no money. Not sure where we're going to start to fix either three problems.”





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