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So this scrap/ship yard
had made a few trades here and there
...now has a pair of boots stuck on his lot for sale
Just imagine a big lot full of ships & parts
then just a pair of macro boots for sale
had made a few trades here and there
...now has a pair of boots stuck on his lot for sale
Just imagine a big lot full of ships & parts
then just a pair of macro boots for sale
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Alien (Other)
Size 1280 x 870px
File Size 275.6 kB
Some days, it just doesn't pay to be in the business of scraped ships. You have a particular product you buy. Nothing with mil-spec hardware, nothing with an underpowered core, and nothing without at least a certain percentage of the hull being the best materials on the market, because otherwise you'd be selling coffins.
Then some idiot buys one of yours, on credit, and flies the stupid thing into an ion storm for 'the thrill of it'. Moron. Ion storms didn't care what you were. Homo sapian, Exocrat, or any one of the other dozens of species. Heck, just because you were bigger, didn't mean you were immune to the affects.
Two months later, the ship drifts out, totally ruined, the original pilot a goo lake on the seat, and the shuttle itself, a total write off. You got to pick what you wanted to claim of his stuff, and listed out what you sold the assessors office. A month later, you had a pair of shoes, size 20K or so, sitting on your lot.
You'd considered throwing them in with one of the properly scaled shuttles, but you decided they made a nice decoration if nothing else. Besides, they were powered, made of the proper stuff, and all that jazz. Might be interesting to convert them someday. Never thought you'd sell them, but every once in a while, some big guy/girl/whatever comes onto the lot to check them out, and you shrugged and talked them up like you would any ship.
Then some idiot buys one of yours, on credit, and flies the stupid thing into an ion storm for 'the thrill of it'. Moron. Ion storms didn't care what you were. Homo sapian, Exocrat, or any one of the other dozens of species. Heck, just because you were bigger, didn't mean you were immune to the affects.
Two months later, the ship drifts out, totally ruined, the original pilot a goo lake on the seat, and the shuttle itself, a total write off. You got to pick what you wanted to claim of his stuff, and listed out what you sold the assessors office. A month later, you had a pair of shoes, size 20K or so, sitting on your lot.
You'd considered throwing them in with one of the properly scaled shuttles, but you decided they made a nice decoration if nothing else. Besides, they were powered, made of the proper stuff, and all that jazz. Might be interesting to convert them someday. Never thought you'd sell them, but every once in a while, some big guy/girl/whatever comes onto the lot to check them out, and you shrugged and talked them up like you would any ship.
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