Just A Dream || Richard (rchardriders) & Peter (spacegallivanter)

spacegallivanter:

If it wasn’t for the fact that the engine of the ship was making faint, sputtering noises, which meant that there were parts that needed replacing (parts which were exceedingly hard to source legally outside of the Spartax empire), Peter would never have come to the planet. But as luck would have it, his trusty spaceship just happened to share the same place of origin as his pursuers. 

After eavesdropping in several bars scattered around the spaceport, Peter eventually picked up enough information and mustered enough false street cred to ask around for a good place to find salvage for Spartax ships. Most ‘leads’ were a dead end, and it finally took one Korbinite to point him in the direction of this particular shop.

“Excuse me?” he called out. The shop—which had crates of varying sizes, each labeled in a language he’d never be able to read if it wasn’t for the universal translator embedded in his neck—seemed empty. Peter stepped inside and gave his coat a firm tug, shaking the dust off the lapels. “Hello? I was told that, uh, if I were looking for replacement parts for a Spartax-made ship that I could get some here?” he said to no one in particular, but hoping that the shopkeeper was somehow hidden behind one of the crates and would attend to him shortly.

The load of shipment came by soon enough, and he thanked the deliverer with a tip and a smile. Some of the crates were quite bulky and heavy, probably filled with larger ship parts, he knew he would have to use a trolley. Gage moved to carry some of the lighter boxes back into the shop and brought a trolley back to the drop off point when he had heard a voice echo around the back room. He knew he had forgotten to keep the shop closed while he was in the back.

Nevertheless, a customer was a customer and he would attend to him once he got all the boxes into the shop. Gage hastily dragged the remaining boxes into the storeroom before locking the backdoor behind him. “I’m coming!” He shouted, hoping the customer had hear. He carried the lighter few boxes into the front, his face partially obscured by the wooden crates.

Gage placed the boxes on the counter and the floor, and turned to the face the blond man at the door with an easy smile. “I’m sorry, what ship parts are you looking for again, I didn’t catch that earlier.” He began unloading the items and keeping them in the right places.