"Ye'r lucky I spotted ya when I did. If yer'd flown on like that yer ship coulda blown up before yer'd made it ter the ground." The stout shipyard owner glanced at the battered ship which was smoking ominously and rubbed his large belly. "Well, good riddance I say by the looks of it. No offence ma'am but whoever sold you that piece of crap musta been hopin' ter make some easy buck from ya. But ye'r in the right place now, I tell ya. 9500 credits yer said, eh? Well, I got me three ships that fit yer budget."
The shipyard owner waved his dirty hand towards his business and you could see ships of many different sizes all over the place. Most looked quite a bit larger than the ship that was smoking behind you and from the brand names you could see you gathered that this man dealt in the more luxurious kind. He even had what looked like a brand new Mattiz grande, the kind of ship high-ranking gouvernment people chose for transortational purposes. For most of these ships you didn't even have to check the price tag to know they were well beyond what you could afford.
The shipyard owner was a fat, balding man who, by the looks of the very tight suit he wore, believed himself to be a lot thinner than he actually was. His hands were smudged with grease, but his face was surpisingly clean. He was also definitely the talkative kind, for you couldn't get a word in while he took you to another end of the yard. He kept pointing at the ships, telling you with some exageration what kind of buyer he expected for that model and what features it was equipped with. He was obviously quite proud of his business.
He took you to a hanger in the back and opened the large doors. Inside you could see several ships, each much smaller than the ones outside. This was obviously the hangar where he kept the vessels he deemed not suitable for public display.
"There's my first option fer yer." He pointed at a small, black ship on his left hand side. "A Vixen 3001." He explained rather unneccesarily as the name was painted in red letters atop the metal. "She's not too great looking from the outside, but they don't come more reliable than the Vixens." He might exagerate here and there but he spoke the truth this time. This Vixen model was easily fourty years old, but Vixens were known to make it to fifty years without breaking any engine part. They had all sorts of troubles with bolts and screws on the interior, the 2000 model had had computer problems, but whatever happened, a Vixen would keep flying. It's space-folding capabilities were not great, but with 2.01 lightyears a day you could do worse.
The Vixen 3001 was a small ship, though. It had 3 cabins, so you could take two passengers and with some creative remodelling you could carry as much cargo as your previous ship could. The price -2500 credits- was reasonable. With this ship you could continue living the way you had previously, but it was definitely not an upgrade.
"So whadda yer say? Wanna check the inside or move on straight ter the next option I got fer yer?"
The shipyard owner waved his dirty hand towards his business and you could see ships of many different sizes all over the place. Most looked quite a bit larger than the ship that was smoking behind you and from the brand names you could see you gathered that this man dealt in the more luxurious kind. He even had what looked like a brand new Mattiz grande, the kind of ship high-ranking gouvernment people chose for transortational purposes. For most of these ships you didn't even have to check the price tag to know they were well beyond what you could afford.
The shipyard owner was a fat, balding man who, by the looks of the very tight suit he wore, believed himself to be a lot thinner than he actually was. His hands were smudged with grease, but his face was surpisingly clean. He was also definitely the talkative kind, for you couldn't get a word in while he took you to another end of the yard. He kept pointing at the ships, telling you with some exageration what kind of buyer he expected for that model and what features it was equipped with. He was obviously quite proud of his business.
He took you to a hanger in the back and opened the large doors. Inside you could see several ships, each much smaller than the ones outside. This was obviously the hangar where he kept the vessels he deemed not suitable for public display.
"There's my first option fer yer." He pointed at a small, black ship on his left hand side. "A Vixen 3001." He explained rather unneccesarily as the name was painted in red letters atop the metal. "She's not too great looking from the outside, but they don't come more reliable than the Vixens." He might exagerate here and there but he spoke the truth this time. This Vixen model was easily fourty years old, but Vixens were known to make it to fifty years without breaking any engine part. They had all sorts of troubles with bolts and screws on the interior, the 2000 model had had computer problems, but whatever happened, a Vixen would keep flying. It's space-folding capabilities were not great, but with 2.01 lightyears a day you could do worse.
The Vixen 3001 was a small ship, though. It had 3 cabins, so you could take two passengers and with some creative remodelling you could carry as much cargo as your previous ship could. The price -2500 credits- was reasonable. With this ship you could continue living the way you had previously, but it was definitely not an upgrade.
"So whadda yer say? Wanna check the inside or move on straight ter the next option I got fer yer?"