Scraps from Elsewhere

[Koryin]

// Sorry if it isn't going great. It is still my first RP diary. Please pm me if you want to comment on my progress and give advice. I'm really sorry for my puke - terrible English.

The planet Grand Canaria is a beautiful place. Even the cities look like in harmony with nature. The Zoners that live here are happy even dough they aren't a industrial or technological wonder. Wrapped around in white clouds, the planets look if one has to describe it Peaceful. Many fugitives, freelancers, mercenaries and victims of war find their place and happiness here, even though for the constant looming danger of Corsair pirates. But no system stays untouched by the folly hands of war.
Ah, the Star Port the face of every planet. Where culture meets practice, where people come and go, where lies the heart of almost every city. Mortimoros hurried his way trough the busy streets. Ship dealers, vacation offices, pubs, trading offices and even some shady weapon dealers hang their fliers on the walls and windows across the streets. For a untrained eye everything could seem like a complete chaos, but spend enough time in space and even a bunch of drawn scribbles seem more ordered.
He soon arrived at a big ship dealer shop. The Zoners are one of the best ship dealers, due to their Zoner neutrality they have a really observant eye in the matters of trade. Mortimoros went to the most nearby serving post where, he hand over his ship details and went to the dealer while they pulled it out of the shipyard.
The dealer was a middle age man, with a smile on his face and a chip on his shoulder. The Zoner uniform applied him like a jumpsuit. Tight, even too tight. His smile widened as he saw the freelancer coming his way. He didn't even turned back to see the ship, he already knew what it was, where it was manufactured and even what individual marks does it have. The Zoner ship dealing skills were so sophisticated, that some people even thought them about magic.
"So we are here to sell this old Clydesdale now, are we?"
"Drop it into parts I don't wanna see anything from it."
"My, my you sure are in a hurry. What might that cause be?" the freelancers face got redder with rage.
"None of your business. How much did you say it was? I couldn't hear it from your god damned shoving your nose into other people's business."
"Now, ain't that a language... Would you at least like a last look in it?"
"Yeah, sure ready the documents while I'm at it." Mortimoros replied as he strolled at the ships door.
The inside of the ship was very dirty. "I haven't been here for a few days and every thing goes to hell." thought the freelancer. He took a drink from the vending machine near the cargo bay, he installed to if some of his passangers wanted something. But the fugitives from the Tau system didn't talk too much. He took a peak into the cargo bay. Everything was stripped from it. He always told the fugitives to get everything they can before they leave, he didn't want to be traced by the Bretonian Authorities.
A sudden sound in came from behind him. Mortimoros fell to the ground turning his back, trying to protect himself with the half-full can. The silence crawled in. He waited five minutes with his back against the wall before he stood up. The sound came again, he couldn't identify what it was but he was sure it came from the Control Room. As he slowly walked to the source, the rumble became louder and louder. Pulling out his gun he waited for the sound to come again.
He dialed the security code before waiting for the sound to stop. As the door shifted he jumped to the closest corner. It came as a reflex for him. The freelancer saw a man rummaging his desk. What was left of the mans white hair hid his face a little.
"Dad." the question broke the silence.
"Who did you expect? Santa or the bogey man?"
"But, you are dead. I saw you god damned corpse. YOU ARE DEAD."
"Well I'm here now. Oh, and sorry for leaving you and your mother. It was a shame."
"Oh, no I had enough." The shots from the gun echoed through the space port. Some people even fled in the busy streets. The old man was untouched.
"Well. Are you done with you panicking and your shooting yet? You were going to forget the nav map data you picked up on your journey."
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
"Oh, and take this thingy. I think you are going to need it." A purple diamond big as an egg, with some engravings on it was in between his legs. It glowed a little. But it was darker in the middle. Like it had something inside of it...
The outer ship door opened. And boots banged their way to the cabinet. Mortimoros turned his head for a moment and the old man was gone. The artifact stood between his legs. He put it in his pocket and throw the gun away. Five men with rifles came into the room, picking in aim everything that moved. Three guns were pointing at the freelancer, one at the pistol and one on the big chair. The Zoner salesman came without making a noise.
"No,no this won't do. You will have to cut the cost for the ship, plus the fine for being a jackass to people. We can will give you one million for it and that is if you leave in five minutes or less. Now go before I change my mind."
The guns followed him rising, pointing at the head, near point blank. In ten minutes the star port was as normal. Everybody forgot about the incident. Rumor spread about a lunatic, who claims to see aliens. As the rumor spread like a pandemia, a lonely class Eagle ship left Grand Canaria, with a strange artifact in the cargo.