UD-5

[Pioneer]

UD-5
Salvage.

Inside Tinker's Haven, there's a Cantina. Some Junker, come in, probably splashed some money about, and suddenly there's a new watering hole that no one needs to travel to. Safe. Reclusive. Easy targets.

The workers on board get paid each Friday afternoon. By 1800, they're fuller than a school girls hat rack. They get flashy with their money, but inside their wallets is something more valuable.

Information. Identification. Travel documents. Manifests. Maps.

When you've been drinking, you can get careless. Items can leave your wallet, and in the time that it takes to order pizza, I can leave the Cantina and make a generic copy of most things. Then, in my own time, long after you left the station, I can take that generic copy and make it marketable. Make it plausible. Make it identical.

Some guys from the LSF were here recently, buying everybody drinks while their ships were repaired after a battle somewhere. I don't care, I'm not interested in what they do, but who they are. A Commander got careless with one of the local girls. While he was exchanging saliva with her, I was doing my job unloading the repairs off his ship.

He left the Command console open and I was able to salvage some information.

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