The crew manages to pick up a large shipment, making their way to the outskirts.
|Avery invited everyone for their favorite drink in the pub of the Night Howl. Finally, she could share her table with some others, not only herself. The station was just as busy as normal, after a day of panic and rush. Everyone realized, there's no reason for traders to abandon their trading routes, as interstellar rules were defending their life and properties. Well, at least on paper.
The blue furred canine kept drinking more, complaining about how stupid her clients were, and couldn't sell 14 units of wood in 3 different sytems. Kyle and Chlara sat in front of her, holding paws under the table. Bala and Kinsley sat to the left of Avery, laughing wholeheartedly at her inside jokes. As fellow traders, they were on the same page.
After a while, Avery checked her watch. "Well, it's time for me to find a co-pilot, and the weapons trader. If you want, you can hang around for a while, but departure is in 1 hour. Don't be late!" she said, walking towards the turnstile. By courtesy, the couple waited for the slightly chubby males to finish their drink before looking around the station. They parted ways, waving goodbye for the time being.
As she crossed the familiar corridors, Avery took the elevator and loudly saying her destination to mark the floor. She adjusted her dress once more before exiting the crowded space, moving straight to the weapons dealer. No surprise, there was a huge line. The canine crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side. It was a long line in front of her.
All the worst, she had to listen to that crazy old man yelling again. "...it was already proven, you just fail to see! Our Federation keeps silencing those who disagree that we are the one and only superior species! Just look at the news, hear the talks in the dark corners. The paranoia in our minds..." Avery flopper her ears back, squeezing her arms together. This is going to feel like an eternity, not talking about actually finding a co-pilot in just an hour, that's not a greenhorn.
Finally, she could get to the shop owner. She checked her assistant every five minutes to make sure she wasn't off the schedule. The beeb-rat sparked its yellow eyes at her.
"Anything I can help you with?" said a robotic voice coming from it's neck. It seemed to use a translator.
"Yes, I'd like to buy 2 units of federal issue guns, with 8 units of plasma ammunition to them." After quite a lengthy pause, she could hear the buzzing translating back into beeb language what she said earlier.
"Of course m'lady. May I see your certificates?"
"Umm, actually as you can see, I have no pockets, so..."
"I'm sorry, but no certificate of trading on weapons, no business." it said, leaning out of the counter noticing barely a few others in line. "But if you can just tell me your citizenship number, I might help you out here."
"Oh, of course, high mind! Here." she reached forward with her arm, showing it to the beeb-rat on the hologram. HNR-538N0. The creature turned around, typing it in the database. It seemed to show him the whole profile of her, which made her quite unease for a moment.
"You have green light, I see your certificate. Pay with credits?"
"Yes, credits please." she scanned her paw with scanner on the table, making the payment 'in a flash'.
"Thank you. Give us 20 minutes until we finish packing and delivering the hardware. Thank you, and come again!"
Avery smiled, hitting the table with her arm and walked away. It seemed barbaric, but for some reason this excited the beeb-rats while they bartered about trading, leaving a positive mark about her in it's mind. She just happened to overhear this strategy in the corridors, and how glad she was to actually hear it.
Now, for the second most important part: finding a co-pilot. Not too many would make up for her expectations. Dex knew nothing about spaceships, only about exotic items, but those he knew very well. Kanlow had a good build, but as big his muscles and harem were, just as tiny portion of his brain he used. Not like she had a problem with that, but at the moment, it was not the canine to be looking for. Poyo could learn pretty quickly, but having a loving couple in the crew, he would definitely lose the tiny bit of sanity he's left. Her drinking pal, Etelin would be the best fitting. At least she could have someone to talk with and have fun while having her mind on the job. She quickly checked her "Contacts" and gave her a call.
Chlara pulled her lover's paw from one end to the other. She never saw such a busy station anytime in her life, and seeing all these exotic items on sale, all the crowded spaces made her heart go wild. "What's this? And that? Ooh that looks shiny." these were the words that filled Kyle's ears, trying to move with her grip, smiling all the way with a gentle wagging of his tail.
After 20 minutes of window shopping, she finally ran out of breath and stopped for a while, but her tail was still wagging of excitement, ears perking high.
"Ugh, I really need to...catch my breath first. Can we...sit down somewhere?" she panted.
The black furred canine nodded, pointing at a small sign glowing above a corridor's entrance, 'Waiting room' written on it in canine language.
She gave his paw a soft squeeze, meeting his eyes as she stole a kiss. With a gentle chuckle, he brushed a paw on her cheek, making the female close her eyes and blush slightly.
They ended up collapsing on the comfy chairs, Kyle letting her lay her head on his chest. Floods of canines and felines crossed that room, not caring too much about them. He continued petting between her ears, brushing her long, blond hair. Reaching under clothes in public was not permitted, punishing males for quite the fee, so he tried to keep his paws where they were meant to be.
Almost dozing off, the vixen raised her head to the call arriving to Kyle's wristband. He flipped it open, staring at Avery.
"I got the co-pilot, meeting in 10. Don't forget to ready up your ships! See you in space." she said, lowering her arm and thus automatically cutting off.
Kyle booped a few buttons on his assistant, ordering his ship to be ready on bay 11 in time. "Come on love, we need to keep moving, work's calling." he rubbed her ear playfully as their eyes met, nodding.
"Can we buy one of those shiny blue cubes? They look so cute."
"Nah we shouldn't. That's from Dex, he's umm...selling less legal stuff, we'd better leave that alone. Besides, it's 249'998 credits, we can't afford that." he murred, kissing her forehead.
After a quick jump, they were arriving at Central Stargates. Avery nonstop talked with the new girl she had on board, Etelin. She was from the same class as Avery back in the academy. The two of them were great friends since then, but she would never have imagined to fly in the same ship. Just as every trader, Etelin struggled to get profit. Hearing that the crew had the same destination as she did, the offer seemed unrejectable. Her cargo was stocked on the Buzzard, paying quite the sum to get her there faster in their ships than in hers.
Etelin flew a freighter, which had such a huge cargo, it would fit ships in whole! Weapons though, came in small packages, and they were not cheap either, so a huge, slow spaceship would be a burden to her.
Etelin had a childish smile on her cheeks, small, floppy ears and brown-white coated fur. Other than that, she couldn't any more average by looks than it gets in the whole United Stars Federation. Her black-white colored outfit came from her family's colors, being proud of her roots.
Even for her noble birth, she looked up to Avery's captain ability to collect information and making decisions.
"Well, it's that time again" Etelin sighed. "Jeez, when will these gov pussies understand? We need more gateways!" she yelled, shouting 'snake and frogs', as they went in their language.
Avery laughed loud, almost falling off her chair laying a paw on her shoulder to calm down, not wanting her to actually punch through her middle finger through the cockpit and suffocating them all.
Kyle laughed as well, as they waited, keeping the comms online for communication. There was about 3 km long queue in front of them. This was the only way to actually make half of their trip in just an instant, and none of their ships were capable of carrying so much antimatter to make the jump with their inferior FTL generators. So the only solution was to wait, and keep each other company.
"Hey Aaaavery." murred Kyle, poking at the screen.
The female canine teared from laughter and looked back at the screen. "W-what is it, Kyle?"
"You do know there will be a police search on board just before we make the jump to Ala'syyd."
"Yes hehe, I know about that."
"Umm...you'll have to hide your equipment, you know that too right?"
"Correct. We will do it very soon."
Kyle creased his eyes, tilting his ears backwards.
"On the ship? And what if you'll get busted?"
Avery's smile didn't die down one bit, looking out the window as she engaged some small thrust to move up the line.
"...don't worry, we won't."