Jen and Una are gypsy tow-barge drivers on a semiarid planet. For a 300 word contest.
Jen leans against a light pole, reading the single sheet of paper in her hand. As her eyes move back and forth across the page a frown creeps across her face. The frown is replaced by anger as she finishes the page.
"Mud puppy! Crack buck toad." She snarls under her breath, then continues out loud "Why would Bunnu do this?"
"Money and a total disregard for our lives." A gravelly voice says from somewhere south of her navel.
Jen glances down at the light-haired dwarf standing there, nods, and tucks the paper into a pocket. She straightens up and says "Ok, Una, lets get refueled and recharge the caps then get these cane-toads."
The pair head out across the almost vacant dirt lot toward a rusting pile of steel, fiberglass, carbon and luck. The tires are completely bald but the power nacelle is as clean and sleek. Jen and Una get into the tow-barge, run through system check before powering up and rolling out of the lot. Once free of the lot, the tow-barge lifts to 2 meters and the tires fold under the body as it heads down the road to the refueling station.
12 hours later.
"You look like you lost a fight with a mad bargo." The half-elf, sneered at Jen and Una as they stepped up to his counter.
"Shut your noise hole, Lu" Jen says, dropping the paper and a blue-yellow disk on the counter in front of him. He reads the page and drops
the disk into a slot in the counter. For just a moment a look of respect flashed across his face but was quickly replaced with his usual sneer.
"450 creds." He says passing a chit across the counter.
"Not enough." Jen says, taking the chit anyway.
"Opinion Duly Noted."