Invergordon Salvage Yards, Inverness
June 1st, 835 AS
Somewhere on the way to Invergordon
Sunny was on the Way to Invergordon. She was happy to be able to meet Roland face to face, and she was even happier that she would be able to see under the hood of a Liberty Fighter like the Defender. Her Wrecker Gunship was a real wonder of Junker Engineering, and she could do things with the gunboat that were usually impossible for a ship of this class. The Long Manipulator Arms on the Back of the Gunboat, for Example, could be folded in such a manner that they would be so close to the ship's Body that it would reduce the Length of the Gunboat by half. Like this, she would be able to land the Ship in one of the Larger Hangars of the Station and avoid the Docking Collars. This was a bit more Expensive when it came to parking Fees, but it would be easier for her to move her goods off the ship. Sunny´s Wrecker was a fully Customized ship that was dedicated to be part Mobile Market, and Part Recycling Station. The 4 Manipulator Arms on the back of the ship were equipped with Specialized Tools that allowed Sunny to Gut a Wrecked Spacecraft directly in Space and to cut out the most Vital Parts of the Ship that would be good for Refurbishment, to then be sold on the open market to her customers. Oftentimes, she would also be able to loot the Cargo Bays of these Ships, and sometimes she would even be able to get a real treasure Trove. Like this, she had gotten a couple of nice things over the years, things like her Vintage Laser Pistol that she had looted from a Rheinland Valkyrie that she had salvaged in the Former Warzone of the Sigma 15 System. Even after all these years, the Rheinland Engineering of this Weapon was still in working order, even when it needed some Repairs here and there.
As Sunny would see the Rag Tag Mass of Ship and Station Parts that together formed the Invergordon Salvage Yards, she had to smile. Since the Exodus from Puerto Rico, this station had become somewhat like a headquarters for the Junkers, or at least a Place that would come close to such a Designation. Sunny could see that the Station was still expanding as she could see some people working on the Place In Space Suits and with Support from Building Crafts that would add some more sections to the Station and would make it bigger, so this Junker Shipyard could operate even better. Or maybe these were some Residential Section? It was sometimes hard to tell, as Junker Stations rarely had any Standard Parts. In that regard, they were a lot like the Ships that the Junkers would use. Oftentimes times you could not find 2 Ships that were exactly the same. As she came closer, she could see that the Crews would bring an old Pilgrim Class Liner into place. Or at least the Habitable Part of it, then the Engine Section was completely missing. But for Sunny, it didn't matter as she had to announce herself at the Station and request a Docking. She would hail the Traffic Controller and was greeted by the same woman who had already greeted Roland. She smiled as she would use the new Sign Language Reading and Translation Program that she had received from the Technocracy. The Voice that was transmitted sounded a bit Electronic, but that would only be noticeable if one paid closer attention to the Voice itself. But all in all, it was clear that it wasn't sunny who was speaking.
"Hello, Invergordon, this is Sunny. I would like to have a Spot in a Hangar if possible. I have a meeting and I have a Full Hold of Spare Parts."
The woman would have a friendly tone in her voice as she answered. After all, Sunny was a Regular at Invergordon and she always brought some fun things with her. Were it was Rare Spare Parts or some Trinkets from old Spacecrafts, the Mute Junker girl always had something that the Traders and Merchants of Invergordon would love to take off her hands.
"Welcome back to Invergordon, Sunny. We have the usual Hangar Ready for you, and I can inform the Trader Deck about your arrival if you want."
Sunny smiled happily and shook her head as she heard the question about the Traders. She would be happy to sell the things she had to the traders later. But first, she would have a meeting to attend, and to satisfy her curiosity and the thirst for knowledge that she had. She would look friendly into the camera and would start to speak in Sign Language while the Computer Program would translate it again.
"Not right now, I met a nice Guy on the Station who allows me to look under the hood of a Rare Star Ship. But I make sure to visit the Traders as they would otherwise never forgive me."
Sunny said with a silent chuckle as she would be happy, shortly after she would end the connection and make way towards the hangar. The Large hangar was usually used to dismantle and Recycle Large Starships like old Transport ships. Her Wrecker Gunboat was one of the Ships that could comfortably land in this Hangar. These Hangars were an easier way to do maintenance or dismantle a spaceship. In hangars like these, you didn't need a Space Suit or any Special Gear to Work on Ships, and it was also a good place to exchange Cargo and Goods. But as long as they didn't need the space for such work, it was used as a Normal Internal Hangar. But all of this wasn't something that mattered right now, as she was here to meet Roland, aka "Locksmith", and to have a good time. She would get her Comm Unit out of her Pocket and would open the Chat that she had with him and send her the Location of the Local Ramen Shop, She could need some nice Noodles right now. And after all, she was a Clever Girl and a Public Place full of people that knew her would be a Safe spot to meet someone that she had only met once in Space. And so she would go to "Power Noodles" and was looking forward to a Delicious Bowl of Ramen with Beef and Egg. She had a little pep in her step as she walked to the shop and would take a place on one of the Tables where she would soon be greeted by one of the Service Bots that the Old Fuoda used to bring the Food to his Customers. For now, she would only order a cup of Green Tea while she would be waiting.
