Just to save our ass till we get back home

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[color=#990000]8 Days Ago; Rochester Hangars

"I swear! If these things don't work as good as you've promised, I'll come back here and rip your dirty head off!" Antonio said angrily as he transferred the cash to Ben's account. He couldn't believe he was getting ripped off by an old Junker for 15 millions. He knew for sure that eight salvaged turrets and a second-hand powercore would cost much less than that, but it was their only choice, because the only thing he and his crew wanted, was to get back to Malta as soon as possible.

When Antonio and Ben had walked down to this very same hangar a few days earlier, even from the looks of things Antonio knew he wouldn't get a top-notch gear on his ship, but all he was hoping for was something even barely functional, to get them back to Malta safely, where they could install a new powercore on the ship and get new turrets to get the ship combat-ready again. What the old Junker had to offer wasn't what he was really looking for, but seemed to be their best bet in that situation.

Although the Junker wasn't really willing to talk about the gear he was installing on their ship, it sounded like he had found a wreck of two gunboats and a fighter somewhere in the field less than a week ago and had managed to rip off some of the still-functional equipment off of it. All he said about the pieces he was selling the Outcast was that he found it in space, and managed to repair it to what he called 'As good as new', but the Outcast knew well enough that it was nothing but a lie.

"Nah, don' worry matey! These stuff ah slapped on yo ship are good as new!" Said the old Junker with a wide grin on his face, and walked away as he was tapping something on his PDA - most probably checking the credits in his account. Looking at the ship on the other end of the hangar, Antonio shook his head with a sigh and walked back to his friends to help them load up the spare food and oxygen they had bought from the dealer to the ship cargo hold.