I've really been laying low on this piece for a long, long time. The piece was commissioned to  DeliciousClickbait999 well over six months ago and I am just now getting around to posting his extremely wonderful work. Goes with a story arc that I started working on over six years ago.

So, let me explain what is going on, here. The human is named Rodendan. He runs a salvage operation. And he has just recently acquired The Pristine Hope and it's surviving crew of Foxens, whom were up for auction on SnarkFoot Station, whose location in space has never even heard of foxes, in general. He literally loves the species so much, his former wife was a vixen whom lived a very pampered life into her old age. And he has big plans for Teela. Which includes spoiling her rotten in all the luxuries he can introduce her to. In fact, he's already got the wedding plans lined up after dressing her up. Little problem is...she's already mated to Fredrick. So, Rodendan stuck a loyalty chip into Fredrick's head and sent him out on engineering duties on alien wrecked ships to avoid any gripes about the situation.

This scene takes place in an automated clothing shop. Holographic interfaces are used to create trial clothing for preview and size measurement purposes before the real thing is made by machines in the back room. A futuristic, automated shop for a futuristic life aboard space stations. I love how DeliciousClickbait999 put a creative flair on the push advertising boxes in the background, BTW.

I am also planning on another Rodendan commission piece with DeliciousClickbait999 at some point, next year. Am planning on it being the acquisition of Teela's kits. It seems that while bids for Fredrick, Teela and their ship was dirt cheap and easy for Rodendan to win the bids on, her children had caught the eye of a rather exotic dining type with very deep pockets. So, after public bids failed, Rodendan went to pleading with this Aquarian alien. Which also failed. Pressed hard to save her children, Rodendan pays off the local (and quite corrupt) police force to create a robbery scenario. And let's just say that Rodendan and Han Solo will share a certain trait: They both will always fire first. After all, foxes should never be on the menu.

Alas, real life has bills to pay and I've been very patient on these scenes. So, it may be a long time before said scene is created and released.

Now...to actually find the writings to this scene over this rendezvous scene I've been writing about for the last week.

FOUND!

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Once aboard the Jupiter XII Prime space station, Rodendan gave his whole crew the freedom of some much deserved shore leave. After all, if there was one thing that Earther stations and territories were often known for was their overall attendance to a standard set of law abiding rules. Although if one had the connections, there were shady opportunities to be found, even on these types of stations. But, the atmosphere was always a far cry from the openly lack of lawful respect to be found at places like Snark Foot Station.
Boarding procedures were standard and streamlined, here. A minute's inspection by a computer's all seeing beam was all it took to verify that all lifeforms were clean of infectious diseases and not packing any illegal items. The process was so invisible that few could offer the least bit of complaints. After all, far less civil places were known to still initiate strip down inspections with medical procedures involved to various degrees.
Once transferred over, the group pretty much went their own ways. For everyone had their own forms of entertainment to seek out. It was evident that this was a place often frequented.
The foxes, however, found themselves to be at a bit of a loss on where to go. For the place was vastly overflowing with activity. At the very least, a fair amount of it had an official vibe radiating off of it's presence.
Rodendan easily stepped in as a guide's roll without needing to be asked. "Don't mind the locals too much. Generally a great group of lads. After all, the lot of them come from my recognized home land. Modern. Civilized. Filtered out much of the riff-raff. Place handles lots of traffic from all over the cosmos. Security here is tight. So, no sneaky business gets past the watchful eyes of security. At least, not for very long. Just keep in mind that this is a functional outpost of centralized law and intergalactic relations. The major attractions are clearly marked in universal symbolism and a couple of the more common languages. Sometimes, we make a stay over here that last many weeks. Sure beats Cryo-Sleep, after all."
"Could I presume that there is some place dedicated for information storage?" asked Fredrick. "You must understand how rough it is to believe that oneself was on the leading edge of everything advanced. Only to wake up the following day to find the whole Universe had figured it all out during Step one."
"Of course, my boy!" joyfully replied Rodendan. "Any engineer I've ever encountered that was worth his weight in pay, tends to dive head first into knowledge, when given the chance. Now. What would your charming wife desire? Perhaps, a tour through the shopping district?"

"I was rather thinking of a safe place for my kits to have some play time at? Have any suggestions?" she wasn't hesitant at all at asking.
Rodendan's reply was just as snappy. "Why, of course. The station does have a limited spot set aside for such family activities. Arrangements can be made. But, wouldn't you rather indulge in a little bit of activity for yourself, first? Let the little ones have a few more moments of nap time so you can enjoy yourself? We'll definitely have the time for such freedoms, here."
This time, she was hesitant. "Maybe...maybe I should inspect this place a little before letting my children board. You...have something specific in mind?"
"I'm looking at your...physique, per say." commented Rodendan. "A fine lady such as yourself really should have a fine creation for the masses to gaze upon. After all, 'When in Rome'."
"...do as the Romans do." she completed, without even having to think about it.
Such a response made Rodendan's face grow slightly confused. "That's a saying that my grand mother used to say all the time. It's an Earthen historical reference. Why would you even remotely be familiar with it?"
Fredrick's gaze just stayed locked onto her as Teela kind of shrugged and suggested that she couldn't fully provide an explanation.
"The Universe most certainly has stranger things then that happening in it." finally interrupted Rodendan. "No matter. It is what it is. Anyhow..."
"I shall take you up on your offer for this shopping thing." cheerfully stated Teela. "I presume it requires some kind of exchange."
"We can pull it off of your husband's payroll." countered Rodendan. "Or, perhaps come to an agreement on some other kind of payment."
"Payment?" butted in Fredrick. "Off my paycheck?" His interest was most certainly peaked.
"I'm sure that something can be worked out, lad." reassured Rodendan. "No need to fret, after all. Anyhow...you're inquiry about a library requires no such transactions. Now, let me introduce you to one of the more convenient means of finding things aboard many stations. The Transport Train." He walked the pair across the bay to a pair of large doors with a kind of panel and display on one side. With some quick finger work, he punched in the word 'library'. "These little cars run throughout the station in a series of tubes. By typing in the destination, we've set into motion a ride call that can get us to the destination, rather conveniently."
Fredrick looked directly between the door's parting spot as his sensitive ears heard something approaching.
The doors slid open before Rodendan could say another word. Yet, he still did. "Efficiency almost seems to be a rule with these things. Internal gravity and intelligent computer navigation gives them some speedy access times. Come. The things are also famously impatient with doddlers."
Mere seconds after boarding, the tiny tram was off and running towards another pick up spot. It's integrated spot amongst dozens of trams understood perfectly how to handle a dozen pick ups and drop offs with minimal backtracking. Rodendan and his party had to share the tram with a Par-Naan. The gruff being gave a first impression of working out in the heavy gravity zones as it literally stuck to one wall with a dozen or more suction cups along it's arms. What might have passed for eyes didn't even give the new passengers the slightest of glances. The tram's operation was whisper silent and barely permitted more then a hint that it was merrily traversing down the travel tube network.
Rodendan started to open his mouth about what kinds of luxuries the shopping district may have had in store when the doors slid open, once more. Outside of watching the activity display in the corner, the tram remained ghostly silent about how it was operating. Because, deafening technologies had also come a long way.
Rodendan's expression changed as the Ech-Knuk walked in. The wiry being quite literally glowed with electricity. And, the air felt very thick, for he knew that these two races were famously known as blood enemies. In fact, he just found it ironic that after thinking about how smart the trams were suppose to be, this one missed out on species matching to avoid bringing such enemies into a compact space.
The doors slid closed as the Ech-Knuk took to the opposite wall.
Rodendan and his foxes found themselves as the only thing between the two races. And, the air was just as quiet as the ride. Yet, it mattered not. For both races were busy with telepathic communications and both developed souring facial expressions.
Rodendan slowly drew his hands around both foxes and was preparing to throw them towards the door if the slightest explosion of activity were to just come out of nowhere.
In fact, when the doors decided to slip apart, once more, he nearly did just that. Only, it would have been an attempt to plough them through the approaching Humans.
The tram moved onwards.
"So. Rookie." said one of the Humans to the other. "Got to remember that out here, the Marines are going to do nothing to watch your back. In fact, you got to almost know whom your friends are before you know it."
"Got it, sarge." replied the other in their own little conversation.
All the while, the two opposing alien species were appearing to be heavily engaged in their own sort of conversation. Most likely a rather unfriendly one, at that.
The weighted air broke with a thunderous voice. "Gla! Ki! Glou! Ga! Shah!!!"
The suction cupped one was lightning quick to venture around the outside walls in order to get a firm grip around the wiry looking one.
The Human that had only been identified as Sarge hefted a small communications device and had the base security contacted in seconds flat as the two aliens wrestled on their side of the tram.
A welcoming, if automated voice called out in a calm tone over all their heads. "Arriving at...Information Bank."
Rodendan didn't explain. He almost literally picked up Fredrick, half threatening to bang them into the opening doors as he made an escape from the scene.
The doors were just as quick to separate them from the others.
"What was..." started to ask Fredrick as he slightly squirmed in the firm grasp.
"Simply put." came the reply. "Not everyone out here likes everyone else. Pays to learn things, quickly. And, with that, your requested studies await you, fine sir. User terminals are logically set up and easy to understand with only a moment's practice. Just right through those doors and knowledge is yours for the asking. And, don't wait up for us." Then, he turned his attention to Teela. "But, that's no reason to try and avoid making as many like you as can possibly be helped, me lady."
Fredrick may have given a long look at Rodendan as he took Teela's paw into his hand. But, the loyalty chip inside of his head was quick to remove any suspicions that dared to enter his mind. Rodendan then told him to explore the station and then return to his ship before Rodendan's attention was upon the tram's call panel. He added with his back to Fredrick, "We may be gone for many days. Don't let the ship leave without us. Alright?"
Teela kicked in, "Hours. There's nothing we could do that would take days."
Rodendan avoided the statement with a question. "Give any thoughts as to what kind of dress you believe could suit you, my dear?"
She gave it enough thinking time for the next speedy tram to arrive in. "I've always kind of been a country gal. Keeping it simple and functional, really. Only while under service of the church did I ever come anywhere near fashionable."
"Then, you have never truly lived." countered Rodendan as he escorted her into the empty tram. "Why, I must know a dozen places that can greatly out step the wares to be found around here. But, for what they have..." The tram doors slid closed, separating Fredrick from the other two. They were thrust into undetectable motion inside of that second. "...may still be hard for you to immediately handle."
"Too hard to handle? For me?" questioned the fox with a hint of a chuckle a midst the words. "Come now. I'm not so fragile to faint at the sight of fabric. No matter how posh. Though, I find myself forced to admit that I do seem a bit...under dressed for this environment."
"We'll see. And, we shall most certainly see. As for coverings. The rules get...complicated...on matters like that in parts like these." advised Rodendan. "Different regions of space have different ways, depending on the culture. Some races demand coverings. And, of a particular nature, to boot. While others demand just the opposite. Earthers obey a kind of generalized Intergalactic rule set. Means us Humans are expected to keep coverings about. Casual or snazzy if we're off duty or independents, like I am. Uniforms for the working class. Different races get different rules under Intergalactic laws and you're an unknown to those rules. Lesser definitions apply. So, if anyone starts giving you grief about the lack of threads, you can place them into a world of grief by bringing forth your legal rights...and a court case or two over it. Stations where law is president will often give you legal backing. I just happen to think that you might enjoy accessorizing yourself...you know...while preparing for places that may be a bit more strict about dress codes and all that."
The tram doors hissed slightly as the automated voice called out 'Shopping district'.
Beyond the framework of the ajar doors was a sight to behold, indeed. Though the hallway may have been a bit bland with it's light metal gray shading and illumination that was just a step above doing the job, were all these windows that held samplings of wondrous merchandise, promising a small treasure trove of selections to be discovered, if one merely step inside to spy them with.
"Surely, you do not have the money to..." Teela started in with.
Rodendan escorted her into the hallway. "At this moment, money is nothing for your concern. Only your wishes."
"And, I just..."
"...explore. Try things out. Try things on. See what delights. Take your time. I'm sure your husband shall be preoccupied for hours." assured Rodendan.
Teela showed remarkable restraint under the light restrictions that were just given her, permitting a wandering gaze to take hold over a mad dash towards the nearest sparkly thing.
Rodendan wasn't buying it for one second. "I can see it in you. Go on and explore. No reason to be so restrained. I give you permission to roam these hollowed hallways."
Despite being inviting, the general area was remarkably lacking in pedestrian traffic. One such reason was that this station, despite being occupied with a vast array of races, was more aimed at handling the armed services kind of beings over the more feminine variety with interests that revolve about such an environment. They were clearly trying to accommodate a wider variety of interests. Which was a plus, no matter how small the attempt may have been.
With Rodendan lightly pulling her along by the paw, Teela was given little choice but to immerse herself between the first two sets of windows, both holding an array of small trinkets that looked both sparkly and functional. Although she dared to let her eyes dance about the foreign objects, she didn't give any immediate notifications as to a desire to possess any of it.
"I grant you, a space faring man is probably intended to go little further then this point." reassuringly spoke Rodendan. "Of course, time pieces and gift sets wouldn't hold much interest to you. What we're really after is a more refined look over a more refined tool."
The second and third set of windows must have belonged to the same shops, as they held various objects that seemed to fit the stylish survivor mindset over anything else. No. It was the windows that followed that held her attention longer then she had wished them to do so.
It most assuredly did not escape Rodendan's attention, either. "Have you ever seen an example of such loveliness, before?" he softly asked into her ear. So close, he could almost stick his tongue down into her ear canal, if he had actually so desired to. "Would you like to try it on?"
Though hesitant and wishing to give a polite response of passing, she found her deeper desires were inspired to take him up on the offer and she was passing through the shop's front door in no time at all.
It was a small shop, to say the least. Barely fifteen square feet across and probably double that in depth to a partial wall that obviously meant 'Employees only' past the mark. And, they were the only living things to be seen inside the shop. Two small windows and the only true door looked out upon the main hallway and everything else was closed in structure. Placed behind the windows was a short shelf where holographic dresses were projected upon. [NOTE] (Not to be seen in the commission.) In fact, the one that Teela had been gazing at had already been replaced with the synthetic representation of another style. The place was fairly barren with little more then four flat viewing panel along the two long running walls that offered rotating views upon other popular styles from various spots about the galaxy. There was also a couple shelves at the far wall, built to the bare minimum required stats, that held a sparse selection of discounted clothes, neatly folded. Everything else that even has surface to it was generally a neutral blend of off-white. Indeed, that seemed to be the only real inventory to be found throughout this whole, mostly waste-of-a-space store.
At least, until a droid's body that was suspended from a track system in the ceiling had quickly to come to their side. "Welcome to Tough Clothing Outfitters. Where the latest fashionable selections at reasonable prices is always our priority. How may I be of service?" It's voice was quite obviously robotic with a fair amount of attention given to the tones and smooth flowing sentence structure. It was also chosen to have a male's vocal qualities.
Rodendan was the one to respond to the question. "The lady was interested in the garment located in your leftmost window display. How may she try it on?"
Teela barely even caught on as several holographic projectors was aimed her way from the ceiling and generated a shapely grid around her body proportions. Seconds later, the surrounding lines morphed into a beautiful display that represented the colorful dress. At least, until she gazed down to see something else then just her naturally occurring red fur over her chest region. Then, she instinctively moved to see if it was real and the illusion digitally re-plastered itself over her new dimensions with every mild motion.
"It's quite alright." commented Rodendan to Teela. "All smoke and mirrors, at this stage." Then, he turned to look at the nearby sales bot. "Can we have a mirror for the lady to inspect herself in?"
Holographic trickery turned an empty space of air into a stylish looking glass that was full body length. It used cleverly disguised surveillance cameras to produce a mock reflective surface that Teela couldn't help but look into. And, as soon as she could wrap her mind around the solid looking object's appearance, she found herself making a subconscious judgment over the faux garment, as it appeared to hang over her body. "It's absolutely lovely. I don't even think I've seen anything lovelier in my life."
"Reflect a rotating view in the mirror for the lady, if you please." asked Rodendan to the robot.
The mirror made a smoothly rotating view inside the faux frame without actually having to pull itself away from her viewpoint. And, she found it rather remarkable to see her own hind section as the camera virtually swung itself about her. She intentionally swung her tail about and watched as the dress danced to her movements. She couldn't actually feel the material at all, for it was only holographic imagery that made it visibly present without any true substance.
Rodendan need not ask. He only commanded, "Remove the dressing from her tail region." and the holographs performed as such, taking away the trickery right up to her rump cheeks so that the red fur was fully visible through a virtual peek hole. Decidedly, the virtual dress flowed more about her lower curves over having this unusually large gap about her lower legs, now.
She continued to play with her body motions, gazing with fascination as the camera continued to do this slow three-hundred-and-sixty degree virtual movement about her body. "What fascinating things, your world must know of."
Rodendan merely glanced at her. "This? Mere trickery for the eyes, me lady. The really fascinating things lay elsewhere. Alas, how do you like the dress? Is it to your liking?"
"Very much so..." she began to admit to.
Rodendan turned his attention back to the sales bot. "Place this design amongst the shopping menu and generate some option designs."
The holographic matrix began to rotate some alternate patterns and colors into the faux material and other invisible sensory devices were on top of gauging unconscious clues from the female fox as she watched the changes occur in the mirror.
As the seconds passed by, the rotations of the designs and colors increased in their pace, letting the sensors fine tune into her subconscious decisions. And, only after a mere twenty seconds did the pace reverse in it's aggressive cycling. Until a mere three versions kept switching in three second intervals.
Teela just stared at the rotating sequences in the faux mirror, remaining endlessly fascinated by it all.
"Teela?" softly spoke Rodendan. "We seem to have found your choices. And, might I say, your sense in fashion is spectacular. Is there...one..."
The automation was convinced that she couldn't even subconsciously react any stronger to any remaining choice. And, Rodendan recognized that without having to finish his question. Instead, he turned his attention towards the robot with no legs. "Save these styles to my account data. And, how quickly can you have the three selections ready?"
"Such fine selections do take their time to prepare, sir." gave the automated reply in the smooth, male tones. "All supplies are in-stock and our development department is properly set. Expect a total of eight minutes. Now, each dress shall cost twenty-four, eighty-nine. Are you planning on paying with..."
Rodendan withdrew his identification card. "Credit my account."
The machine dropped it's chatter in mid-sentence to scan the card, cleanly gathering the proper information. It sat there for several seconds before declaring "Account credited. And, thank you for shopping with Tough Clothing Outfitters. If I can help you or the misses any further, Mr. Smoubem, never hesitate to ask."
"I think we've reached our decision for the day." replied Rodendan. "Please have the dresses properly packaged and delivered in care to the Galactic Inferno."
"It shall be done, sir. Be sure to tell all your friends about the prompt service you received here at Tough Clothing Outfitters. And, if you'd like more express service..."
Rodendan, chuckling, replied "Alright! Enough of the sales pitch, already! Delivery to the ship will be fine!"
"Very good, sir." added the robot as it began to migrate back into it's little cubbyhole, awaiting much like a spider for the next detection of movement inside it's environment. All the while, the sounds of a hundred sewing machines instantly began to have a distinct, soft pitch that made their way out from behind shop's only concealing wall in the back.
Teela continued to stare into the region where the mirror stopped residing at for a few seconds before asking, "Is it...over?"
"For us." simply replied Rodendan. "Unless you'd like to accessorize?"
Teela gasped...if just slightly. "Accessories? For looks? But, shouldn't I..."
"Some races deem it as visual flash and others have complete value systems about accessories." informed Rodendan as he cut her sentence off with a smile. "I think...where you are concerned, it shall be purely aimed towards the decorative side. And, no. You don't need to wear the dress out of this shop. You're fine, just as you are."
"Then, I accept your offer." was Teela's simple reply.

Rodendan took Teela by the paw and led her back into the hallway to gaze over a few of the other windows that were offered. Although Jupiter XII Prime didn't have a great deal of cubic feet offered to it's so-called shopping district, they were able to find a couple places that weren't solely dedicated to the business of space sailors. While one was primed towards quick production jewelry as gifting towards distant loved ones, the shop that caught Teela's eye turned out to be the authentic thing; an oddities & relics shop. The fact that it seemed to be the only remaining place that was even interesting her was making Rodendan cringe, though he hid it well.
And, he had good reason to.

A pleasant melody softly called out as the pair walked through the door.
"Welcome to Mystical Trinkets and Antique Oddities. Anything in particular are you questing for? Or, shall you be browsing for a bit?" Even though this was an Earthers station, Rodendan wasn't expecting an elderly Human...female, no less...to be saying those words.
"I expect that we'll be occupied for a few minutes before we're ready, ma'am." politely replied Rodendan.
The elderly woman returned her attention to a small monitor that was semi-concealed at her sales desk. It appeared to be displaying some kind of localized news report with a sole newscaster reading off some special report. "...no specific comments were given by General Schwartz from Delta Sector of Earthen space, when questioned about defensive plans against a telecast general threat by the UniGlobe conglomeration. Instead, the general quoted the usual bit about how the society members of Planet Earth held no official declarations of war towards any galactic civilization and that the actions of Earther colonies and stations will not be reinforced by the race's military forces. Again, conflicts in the Cham-Neo Sector have said that a recent, unified strike by Earther colonists and allied races caused significant damage to UniGlobe's Guardian Forces, prompting an all points bulletin towards any and all Earther held territories, regardless of..."
In comparison to the dress shop, this one ate up it's fair share of the station's shopping district. The place either held a great deal of transactions to support itself or just bartered in the craziest of ways to keep such a stock on hand.
Teela didn't waste a second in spying out several eye catchers and totally ignored the shop keeper's speech. She jolted right to a table, which was busy displaying a few dozen flashy amulets. A fairly sizable one found its way about her neck inside of a few seconds. As she turned around, she asked Rodendan, "How does it look?"
Rodendan's keen eye noted a very different thing. It was the bronzed Foxen, poised in the corner around a bunch of other items. His heart skipped a beat and he made sure to satisfy the vixen as best he could...and keep her from looking at that spot. He also noted the shopkeeper was starting to have a startled reactions, which was quickly overrun with an air of calmness. "It's an interesting piece, to say the least. Discovered by miners that were seeking out rare elements in the Quasi Jeremiad Nebula in an asteroid cluster, they stumbled across what they described to be an ancient and alien kind of vault room. Thousands of artifacts, constructed with some elements that we still don't have fully documented, were discovered inside. All known testing methods that would not compromise the integrity of the product were applied and the safety committee has long since declared every trinket from that vault to be safe for public use. Because of the rarity of the supply, you must understand that the asking price is quite high in comparison to the costume jewelry that most shops in this universal quadrant would supply. If you have the pockets for it, we can most certainly come to an agreement. My asking price is eight hundred and fifty credits with immediately vouched transfer to this shop's terminal.
Rodendan immediately understood her moment of desired reaction. After all, twenty-five credits was easy enough to earn in an hour's worth of honest work. But, this little gem's amount could be used on so many other more essential things. Sure. He was tempted to bait her with such an expensive gift. At least, his lover's side was. His other hemispheres were instantly up in arms about making such an outrageous purchase. Just what was such a shop doing with such an item, so easily exposed out in the open, anyway? Though, when he made his way over to Teela's location, he could see that something was very odd, indeed.
"So? What do you think?" She asked.
Rodendan's inspection first noted how the oddity shop's amulet about the base of her neck was glowing. But, it was doing more then that. It almost seemed to be melting about her lowest throat region. The exposed fur was...wavering...as if it were a few inches under a flowing creek. "My honest opinion is to point out that you may be allergic."
"It feels warm and inviting." remarked Teela. "As if it wants to be with me."
"You're...burbling." was Rodendan's observational remark to that. "And, I've seen many things in my many years of adventures and salvage jobs. Trust me. Burbling rarely has a good meaning. Take it off. We can't afford it, anyway."
The shopkeeper's interest was enthused by the interacting artifact, as well. "Tell me. What species is your companion?"
"Katrinan." simply answered Rodendan. "They're very rare, just like your shop full of treasures."
"Never heard of them." was her reply. "By chance, a shape shifter?"
Rodendan's gut instinct was to avoid agreeing to that. "Not to my knowledge." For, he knew that in some worlds, shape shifters were given special values. Depending on the place, some good and some very bad. And, he had all so very little knowledge on the standing of shape shifters aboard this particular station. Yet knew that she came forth from a crystal that was inside an archaic ship's drive system.
"Seems to me that flesh doesn't normally do that." she further commented with.
Teela snatched the artifact into her hand and gazed with curiosity as the condition of her forearm grew slightly destabilized. "I...I don't understand."
Rodendan plucked it cleanly away from her with no adverse effects and handed it to the shopkeeper. "I think we may be taking some precautions...from here."
"Of course, sir." she politely replied with. "I must have seen over a thousand races come through that door. A small percentage have needed removal by the medical staff, due to unexpected reactions. So, I must warn that Mystical Trinkets and Antique Oddities can hold no guarantee to customer safety...due to the nature of our wares. Why, we run every safety test and passive scan on the records to insure that nothing goes boom. And, we even have tests for reactions to commonly visiting races. But, your companion is merely an unknown factor. Plain and simple. It must be stated that you shop here at your own risk."
"What do you say, Teela?" Rodendan didn't really give all his attention to the shopkeeper's legal chatter. "Shall we go, now?"
She was still hung up on the object. "It...called out to me. I didn't feel any ill will from the object."
"You looked a bit like on the verge of a disintegration chain reaction while holding it." countered Rodendan. "Call it the voice of experience. But, something that does that is often not to be regarded as friendly. We can always obtain a reference diagram for a far safer faux version."
Teela gazed longingly at Rodendan as he gently took her reformed paw into his hand. "It was something that touched me to the core. I must have it."
"I know that we're doing this to help you..."
"It means a lot to me."
Rodendan stared into those pearls she called eyes and found himself crumbling. "Anything for you."
"Then, I assume that your shopping experience has concluded, sir?" asked the elderly shopkeeper, pulling his attention away from her gaze.
"We'll take the amulet. If you have an insulating box to contain it in, I would be much obliged." asked Rodendan as he flashed his account card.
"Consider it done, sir." She didn't even do much more then pull out a tablet and touch a couple spots on it. "All merchandise is preregistered into our records for remote sales purposes. Free of charge. After all, we deal in one-of-a-kind originals. It's of little consequence to be competing with cheap replicas. Access at your convenience."

Rodendan gave a quick thanks, commented in whisper to have the bronzed K-9 charged and delivered to his ship and took his card along with the boxed amulet before escorting Teela back into the hallway. He thought about something for a moment before turning his full attention to the vixen. "I'd like to hang on to your amulet for now. We can study it back on my ship."
"Rodendan?" asked Teela, her eyes were all aglow with pleasure, now. "Can you take me to a family place upon this station, now? I mean, the shopping's been fun and all that. But, I was particularly interested in letting my children have some time for themselves. Not that their eternal slumber inside that...well...hasn't been relaxing enough. I'd just like to see them get some activity time in, before we scuttle off to another place a midst the Universe on another job."
"But, of course!" joyfully replied the jolly man. "Jupiter XII Prime may be a bit small on many amenities. At least, the place does have them. Follow me, charming lady."
The line was intended to make her blush. But, who could tell.
The pair traversed back up the empty corridor between the few business establishments that consisted of this shopping district to, once again, call upon an empty tram car. This must have been the slow side of the station to have had such luck. Usually these trams are shared by busy folks on their way to somewhere else.
"Nursery." spoke Rodendan as the doors slid closed.
And, silently the train took off for only a few seconds.
Teela kind of nudged her lips a bit to say something, only to keep it hushed as the tram voice announced their arrival and revealed a small place in front of their eyes.
Just like with the shopping district, this so-called nursery zone was practically abandoned as the pair stepped out from the tram. It was a large cell of a room, with walls and ceiling sporting a decorative environment of a large, open field with blue skies and distant rural plant life. Recessed lights were cleverly aimed to illuminate everything, while maintaining their own low profile to avoid grabbing attention over the illusion that they went to great lengths to achieve. In some ways, you almost felt like you were stepping away from an artificially generated construct in the middle of a vacuumed void. Just don't approach the walls too closely to spy the textures and tricks up close. There was even a type of AstroTurf upon the floor that tried to simulate the soft touch of grass. It didn't achieve the effect to it's fullest extend. But, was bound to be the closest thing around for a hundred-thousand miles. Some dedicated playground equipment and event sections were clearly placed in several spots. And, even a faux soundtrack of birds were to be heard, off in the distance. However, the most evident fact was the lack of children. No life was present inside this large room that held no obvious doors to an outside hallway or two. No families were enjoying themselves, here. Not even an attendant to speak of...unless two stationary robots, dressed up to look something like Humanoids, was suppose to qualify.
"At least, they try." commented Rodendan. "You must understand that the kind of ship crews and soldiers that come to stations like this don't often tend to bring along their families. I mean, some families do tend to call these stations home. They just may have their own ideas on how to spend the time, aside from visiting these kinds of recreation rooms.
"It'll do." simply confirmed Teela. "Might be for the best, not getting the children familiar with a dozen kinds of races, anyhow."
"Would you..."
"I've seen enough, actually."
"Well, then..." and Rodendan called up the next tram...that kind of took it's sweet time in arriving. "...wish to see how your husband is coming along? Or..."
"What other kinds of recreation does this place supply?"
Rodendan didn't need to think on that one for a second. "You know...I bet your exposure to some of the more interesting alien life is quite limited. Care to join me in a little...tour?"
"Sounds exciting." she simply replied with.
"Good." Rodendan escorted Teela back to the tram and fiddled with the control panel. "Now...let's see. The Apbre Leechu are known to..." and the panel beeped at him with an accompanied vocal warning. 'Warning. Xenon gas present in destination. Do not enter without level eight respirators in proper working order.'
"Alright. Let's not suffocate ourselves. Kind of forgot they had those sub-atomic breathers." admitted Rodendan. "Well, who can we...ahhhh...I know."
After a few more presses onto the control pad, he got a better verbal response. 'Warning. Nak Krüüni domain. Nak Krüüni home world laws apply. Refresher course on Nak Krüüni laws advised before entry. Do you wish to proceed?'
Rodendan chose to agree and the tram doors were quick to open for them.
As the tram sped them away to the Nak Krüüni destination, Rodendan spoke to Teela. "Now. Don't be too surprised at the size of the Nak Krüüni zoning. Why, on other space stations, us Humans only get that much area for all oxygen needs. Trust me. You're going to love the cuisine they make. Famous throughout the upper three quadrants. And, they have some other useful laws."
Teela just gazed back at him for a few seconds until the silent tram's doors slid open. 'Nativity zone. Notice. You are now exiting Intergalactic law set. Be sure to obey all local Nak Krüüni rules during your visit.'

The adventure continues...some year.