[PTP] How To Become A Space Pirate (And How It's Not As Easy As It Sounds)[Scifi]

Rynn descended the ramp into the docking hall of the space station with such purpose and determination that the Huedroxes were struggling to keep up. He'd been warned that the Starchaser was only intending to dock for several hours before they were to head into Dominion space, and he intended to get every single item on his list packed and loaded before that time was up.

As he scanned the crates, barrels and bottles stacked just beyond the docking zone, ready for loading, the Gracion spotted Liex from the corner of his eye, moving down the ramp in that silent, creepy way of his, and melt into the crowd. He was glad that the Xyrenian hadn't decided it necessary to hang around him any longer. He'd had enough of that damned overconfident smirk to last him a week.

He glanced around at the seven burly Huedroxes, only one of which was tall enough to look at him eye-to-eye, and grunted.

"Two of you start loading the fruits, three on the meats," he eyed the tall one, and the slightly shorter Huedrox beside him, "and two of you with me."


The Braxon was a hive of illegal activities and black market deals, where credits most likely gained through less-than-honourable means traded palms. Those who walked the wide-open halls and twisting passageways filled with tiny stalls and massive warehouses certainly fit that image. Many Rynn walked past turned to scowl at him and his two Huedrox "guards" with suspicion, or yelled offers for great "bargains" after him from their grimy, unkempt stalls. The main thoroughfare was a circular walkway, past shop after shop selling everything from three-litre tubs of Paranekian foot balm to a caged Yurian dragonling, pacing aggressively within the scorched confines of its battered cell. He paused for a moment at that one, wondering how in the Stars they had managed to smuggle a creature so heavily-guarded past the Rangers on that planet. Eventually, Rynn found the warehouse he'd been told to track down his first special item from. Its white-washed exterior made it stand out from the neighboring buildings, and lended it an almost welcoming air. The door made a pleasant ringing sound as he pushed it open, signaling for the two Huedroxes to stay outside.

"Is this 'Runi's Emporium'?" Rynn found the space to be tastefully-lit, and the soft scent of Tivian grape juice wafted past him. It was an odd juxtaposition to the dirty, cut-throat ambience outside, and he wondered who this 'Runi' was.

"You've come to the rrright place, my Grrracion friend! What can Rrruni do forrr a big, handsome man like you?"

Rynn wasn't particularly surprised to see a Tingarrian pad over from a luxurious velvet lounge in the corner, near the door to the warehouse. She stretched, blinking up at him with her big eyes in a way he guessed was supposed to be appealing.

Tingarrians were a feline race, with a penchant for hoarding credits, and a love for luxury. They weren't the smartest of races, but they protected their wares with tooth and claw (and they had some pretty nasty claws), and weren't above dirty deals to get what they wanted. Rynn had never met a Tingarrian who wasn't surrounded by a clutter of items, or who hadn't tried to lay on the charm to get him to part with his credits. They irritated him to no end. He sighed, and resolved to get through this without strangling the cat.

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