Two pints of Freedom

[James Greed]

His enthusiasm seemed strictly limited to the fact that he managed to tow this ship all the way here without being shot. The ship itself was in a remarkably good condition, only missing the escape pod. At one point it probably had the guns attached to it, as evidenced by the fact that the guns were laying around in a pile labeled as "trash". Nathan didn't know much about particle weapons, nor did he care for that specific brand of bretonian garbage. "You think? I can come up with a different story every time. Found it in a nebula. Defected. Traded it for a corn chip. Came with the subscription for Xeno weekly. Need I say more?"

He was just about to turn around and get back to the disassembly when he heard the word "tea pot".

"That reminds me of the whole reason I called you here. Hop on, you'd want to see this." Added Nathan as he got to the cockpit by the use of some rather makeshift scaffolding. Inside the cockpit was the whole reason why this ship ended up on this rock of a station. A boiling vessel. A glorified kettle. A pathetic metal box.

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