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ioha · 02-15-2008, 06:03 PM,

"A Kusarian Junker? Quite a rare sight."

"I am no Junker, sir."

"What's with the CSV in the Hangar?"

Ryohei sighed. He always had to explain himself when doing business with the ALG personnel. He looked at the man standing in front of him, an older trader from Rheinland. The wrinkled face was dominated by a gigantic grey moustache and clear green eyes. The ALG employee was just checking the quality of the scrap metal that Ryohei brought to Helgoland.

"Hmm... these are some good plates, they'll pay me a little more for them on Dortmund. I'll take them, kiddo. 20 Credits each. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes, sir."

"You don't need to 'sir' me, kid. Voigt's the name. Besides, what is someone as young as you doing in the scrap fields?"

"That's how I earn my living, Mr Voigt."

"Tch. Like a low-life Junker? You can't be serious, kid! If you're able to steer a CSV at such a young age you could once become a great pilot!"

"I don't intend to collect scrap for my entire life, Mr Voigt... I... I want to join the Blood Dragons one day!"

The old man's eyes widened.
"Good grief, boy, watch your mouth! Shh! You're lucky if you're not killed for saying something like that! The Dragons, you say? Hrmph. Can't say that I like them much. Well, listen boy, I'd really prefer you working for ALG... it's a much more fair-minded way to earn your money... but I think I know someone who might be useful in your case."

"You mean, you know a ..." Ryohei lowered his voice "... you know a Blood Dragon?"

"No, no, I'm glad I don't know one of 'em. But, erm, there is that particular Junker that maybe could help you on. He has ties to any organization you can possibly think of. His name's Sebastian Goldig. He is a Junker from Rheinland and he loves rare pieces of shipwrecks. I'll recommend him to come over to Yanagi. You should speak to him then."

"Err, thank you, sir. Why are you telling me all this?"

"Don't 'sir' me boy, again. I just don't think you should waste too much time in those debris fields here. Sigma 13 is a dangerous place and you can call yourself lucky to have survived this far. Whatever, I'm babbling too much. Guys! Warm up the engines!"

Voigt shouted to the little crew of his transport ship, a gargantuan Behemoth with the ALG Waste Disposal logo on it's side. The crew closed the cargo bay and ignited the engines. Voigt walked over to the terminal. He turned around and looked at Ryohei.

"Don't forget my words, boy. You have to survive! I'll send Goldig to you!"
He entered his ship and the speakers in the hangar began shouting: "The hangar doors will open in 5 minutes! Everyone please clear the hall! Vacuum locks are closing..."

Ryohei went back to the bar and looked down to the hangar hall through the bar windows. The Behemoth slowly turned and took off.
Helgoland's communication system could gently be heard below the bar music.

"ALG Waste Disposal Beta 18, everything clear for takeoff. Good flight, guys!"
"This is the Munin, Voigt speaking. Thanks, we'll come back in a week!"

Sebastian Goldig. On the flight back to Yanagi, Ryohei repeated that name as often as possible in order to never forget it.

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