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"I'll have this paid off as soon as I can," said Gem, her eyes roaming pleased over the Traveler-class transport in the hanger before them.
The NovaCorp salesman nodded. "Your credit is good, but I'm afraid the payments are a little large for what you have put down as resources. So at the first sign of missing a payment, we will be forced to impound the vessel."
Gem smiled. "I don' think that will be a problem," she said, turning to the salesman and shaking his hand.
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"Ooookay. First things to go: All excess furnishings in the captain's quarters." She frowned at the gold trim and marble floor. "Just asking to be sold, aren't ya?" she asked them. "First hit and you'll be flyin' around, hittin' stuff and makin' dust all ov'r the place. And these paintings...easily a couple thousand each, maybe more," she grinned. Then she looked at the bed and paused. It was large, an understatement based on her previous definition of the word.
"Damn," whispered Gem. "Didn' look this good in the catalog." Taking a pair of short, quick steps, she launched herself into the air and sank into the soft bed. Part of her luxuriated in the feel of down, silk, and other fabrics, but the rest of her rebelled against the softness. She was Nepleslian, damnit! Not some sissy-fied Yammy!
"Bed's goin'," she said to herself, rolling off of the extravagance. But, with the money she'd be getting from the room alone, she could buy a better bed than she'd been using up 'til now. That would be more than enough.
The crew quarters were similarly marked down, but not nearly as much since they were nearly bare to begin with. She noted that the rooms were walled with stark steel panels, not much else. But, if that "volumetric display" was as good as it seemed, if anyone, for some crazy-odd reason, felt that they truly needed to feel like the Emperor in his palace with ner'y a care in the 'verse, then they could make their fantasy out of the light and shine that it really was.
The wardroom was the largest offender. "For company," the salesman had said. Right, who would she have on her ship that she would want to impress? 'Sides, if that was a necessity, she could avoid those situations until money was not a pressing matter. Right now, though, she had a ship to pay off. "Chandelier, table, chairs, statues: Sold," she murmured. Volumetric projections could recreate the art if she absolutely needed it. The table and chairs could be replaced with simpler items.
And the guest quarters were already stripped...but she marked the beds and furnishings for removal as well. Gem smiled to herself as she reviewed the list of things that she would be selling. Dang, she was good...
The NovaCorp salesman nodded. "Your credit is good, but I'm afraid the payments are a little large for what you have put down as resources. So at the first sign of missing a payment, we will be forced to impound the vessel."
Gem smiled. "I don' think that will be a problem," she said, turning to the salesman and shaking his hand.
--
"Ooookay. First things to go: All excess furnishings in the captain's quarters." She frowned at the gold trim and marble floor. "Just asking to be sold, aren't ya?" she asked them. "First hit and you'll be flyin' around, hittin' stuff and makin' dust all ov'r the place. And these paintings...easily a couple thousand each, maybe more," she grinned. Then she looked at the bed and paused. It was large, an understatement based on her previous definition of the word.
"Damn," whispered Gem. "Didn' look this good in the catalog." Taking a pair of short, quick steps, she launched herself into the air and sank into the soft bed. Part of her luxuriated in the feel of down, silk, and other fabrics, but the rest of her rebelled against the softness. She was Nepleslian, damnit! Not some sissy-fied Yammy!
"Bed's goin'," she said to herself, rolling off of the extravagance. But, with the money she'd be getting from the room alone, she could buy a better bed than she'd been using up 'til now. That would be more than enough.
The crew quarters were similarly marked down, but not nearly as much since they were nearly bare to begin with. She noted that the rooms were walled with stark steel panels, not much else. But, if that "volumetric display" was as good as it seemed, if anyone, for some crazy-odd reason, felt that they truly needed to feel like the Emperor in his palace with ner'y a care in the 'verse, then they could make their fantasy out of the light and shine that it really was.
The wardroom was the largest offender. "For company," the salesman had said. Right, who would she have on her ship that she would want to impress? 'Sides, if that was a necessity, she could avoid those situations until money was not a pressing matter. Right now, though, she had a ship to pay off. "Chandelier, table, chairs, statues: Sold," she murmured. Volumetric projections could recreate the art if she absolutely needed it. The table and chairs could be replaced with simpler items.
And the guest quarters were already stripped...but she marked the beds and furnishings for removal as well. Gem smiled to herself as she reviewed the list of things that she would be selling. Dang, she was good...
To: Leonidas C. Mitchel
From: Keira G. Tabier
Format: Text
Hey, Sabot!
Finally got my ship, and a beaut she is. A little too much of one. So guess what? I find myself in a fairly large debt but with a fair selection of saleable items, so I'm lettin' you have first pick! I have a few minor pieces of art, architecture, and a single, very large bed of unmentionable comfort that might go quickly to some of those 'high-bloods' or whatever they're calling themselves, among a few other things that you might have to dig a little low to sell.
Anyway, let me know when you have buyers or if you want to give me a good price on this junk yourself (haha, right...).
Always,
Commander Gem Tabier
of the good ship, "Horizon's Key"