Sable's Experiences

[Toaster]

September 18, 830 A.S.
Neural net call.

“Are you serious, Sable?”

“I am.”

“You put a lot of money into this. Like, a lot.”

“I’m well aware.”

“And now you don’t want her anymore? She’s as good as new! Better than new, even! The new power distributor alone-”

“Beige.”

“...
Aren’t you at least gonna take her for a test flight?”

“I don’t need to.”

“But she’s your Stinger! She's practically your baby! Do you have any idea how much trouble it was to find all those replacement parts?”

“And I’m really grateful for all your help acquiring them, but-”

“But now you’re just gonna sell her? Like the mechanics told you to do in the first place? You could’ve saved everyone a lot of time and effort and credits if you’d listened to-”

“I’m not selling.”

“Wait. You’re not? But then what are you gonna do with her? Just let her collect dust in some rusty hangar?”

“I won’t do much of anything with her.”

“Huh?”

“She’s yours now.”

“She’s- What?”

“She’s yours. I’m giving her to you.”

“You’re… Are you serious? Now hold on a second. I don’t know how many credits you think I make with my gambling but I can’t afford that kind of-”

“Not selling. Giving. For free.”

“For free?”

“Yeah.”

“But… Why? You invested everything you had into getting her fixed up again!”

“Exactly, Beige. I can’t afford her anymore. Hell, I don’t even want to guess at how much money I’ve spent over the years just keeping my Stingers in flying shape. I need to be more careful with my money, and that means I need something more reliable and less expensive.”

“But, you’re Sable! You fly Stingers!”

“I’ve flown other ships in the meantime. And the Falcon’s great. It’s a hell of a lot cheaper to run, too.”

“I did tell you you’d love it.”

“You did. And I’m grateful for that, too.”

“So, you’re just gonna hand the Stinger’s keys over? But what am I supposed to do with her? You do remember I’m retired, right?”

“I don’t know, Beige. Take her out for some joyrides. Impress your wife. Sell her and pay off your gambling debts.”

“Hah! Like I’d sell your ship after all the work we’ve put into it!”

“Then use her to fight off the sharks when they come to collect.”

“Now that sounds more like it! Hah!”

“...
Thank you, Beige.”

“What are you thanking me for? You’re the one handing out gifts! I should be thanking you!”

“Just… Thank you. For everything.”

“Now, don’t you go getting all sentimental on me, Sable. That’s not like you, hah!”

“It’s not, is it? But I feel like it needed to be said.”

“Hah! Well, in that case, Sable, you’re very welcome.”

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Olivia Sable