The Drunken Junker

[FynnMcScrap]

Meanwhile, at a table in the corner of the Bar :

The lean, black haired joung man with the worn out workoveral under a leather jacket takes up his toolkit and side weapon and adjusts the straps. He seemes relieved and relaxed, as if the buissness meeting just concluded has gone well.

"Thank you for your time and your interest, Mr. Valesquez. And if you have further questions about me, my ship or my dealings in Puerto Rico and the Junker community I will be pleased to help. No Problem here, as I still fly mostly small ships like the *Toolbox* , my sturdy little CSF, I can always speed over without caring much about flight plans or a Crew.

I still remember every single Crewman lost at Tinkers Haven, and I assure you that I will not endager anyone more than myselfe. Im no Hazadeer, just a simple Scrapper."

He shrugges , pain visible in his expression.

"I won´t get myselfe a Salvager at the moment, even though I could afford it. I lost a Crew already. The reasons I explained to you.

Still, Im not finished jet.
I don´t believe there is no place for us Junkers in Liberty.
To much Traders and Freelancers always buy my Scrap, and I´ve got Friends there. We all are grateful that you Folk over here at Puerto Rico hold tight on the entrances to our retreat, and that we can count on your support.
But see... there are a lot of familys at the Stations and even a few at ColdBay and the Bering Freeport that are counting on me.

We are simple Folk, risking our health and our lives in the Fields, always caught between the Libbys and everyone else who thinks he can push us around. And without you all outside here we would probably not even manage to hold Beaumont or Rochester. We are used to surviving, used to dodging and fighting back. And we really appreciate the help of the big salvaging families and crews. "

He sighs, draws a deep breath.

"We aint great heroes. But most of us know what to do in a pinch. When to run, when to fight. And when simply not to be there. If you need us, call. And thanks for your concern, I will pass it on."

He nods, seemingly lost with words.

"Oh well. Work to do.
Thanks for the Invitation and the brainstorming."

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FynnMcScrap, Foreman of Tinkers Haven