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Bright Honey Mountain
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Your initial panic subsides as the drone ship begins to fire: while it's rapid-fire laser may be threatening to a ship with lesser shielding, your two-layer one does just fine. You sit back and blast away at the drone for a time until it's superstructure collapses. You can't hear it through the void, but it looks like the crunch of vacuum pressure tearing the air from within out with violent force would have been very satisfying to hear.
You scavenge the thing, and find a fully operational Flak cannon jammed in the ship's weapon ports. It seems the frost in the area froze the weapon hatch closed, preventing it from deploying. A lucky find, and luckier still you didn't have to face it.
You jump away, glad to be free of the nebula.
A civilian beacon nearby offering rest and relaxation seems very appealing, and you head for it. Unfortunately, the day spa and resort here seems specifically catered to the Engi residing in the sector. Sterile halls lead to individual pods, where Engi sit hooked into what Decker explains to be simulations of experiences; a date with a passionate lover, an excellent meal. The Engi, unable to truly experience the sensation, seem willing to pay out the nose for these simulacra.
Fortunately, the place is also outfitted with an Engi engineer, with a small shop for fixing dents and small batters in incoming ships. He seems at first shocked when your battle-scarred Zoltan cruiser docks, but then begins to buzz with excitement. Literally. His Zoltan assistant seems equally curious.
The mechanic offers to upgrade your systems, and sells a small selection of parts, as well as two Engi; deactivated and in a sort of stasis. He proclaims proudly that their personality matrices were developed on-site by his own two hands. As the Engi examines your ship, the Zoltan approaches you, offering you his services, for a nominal fee. When you ask why he wants to come with you, he says, rather bluntly, that this rock is a dead zone and he would rather bang his head against a wall more than he would spend another week in a network of steel corridors with no decoration.
You have 212 scrap.
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