.:j:.Saltese.Smelter - Bridge, Omega 3 System -
3rd Shift - The First Day, 0030 Hours
The Saltese Smelter was one of the younger Salvagers within the Congress fleet, if there was such a thing. Filled to the brim with tons of premium scrap, as well as tons more of pure titanium in the form of salvaged scrap. She shook, rattled, and rolled as they approached Freeport 1 out of the nearby asteroid field. The scared hull of a Luxury Liner sticking out like an ugly little thumb from a moor point on the lower levels. The Saltese slowly approached the front of the liner, her arms extending out and grasping at the damaged hull before grappling securely.
Rob was on the Bridge. Joined by his operations chief John. "I don't know what I expected" Rob sighed finally. "Were you expecting anything less of Ian?" John chuckled back. "I was expecting something to work with, not Swiss cheese." Rob retorted. "Look we're only here because Arbiter Tiltman is punishing you""I told you not to bring that up" Rob snapped back.
Both men were silent for a period of time. "Okay, whatever we'll charge him street price. Get the drones out and get a full survey done. I'll tell Ian we're here too."
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