Roloman coil was expensive, but every once in a while some idiot would toss it away along with other odds and ends, not useful for the everyday business on a farming slash mining slash whorehouse of a planet like this. The trick would be getting it past the seller's eyes. Might be they were the suspicious kind, wont to check out a part on the interweb, just to make sure they skinned their customers all proper like. I had a plan though. I always did. All right, fine, it was a half-assed hail mary, but what are you gonna do? At worst I'd end up where I was likely to end up anyway, if I stayed too long in this place and my credits ran out. Maybe earlier, if we managed to run into the wrong crowd.
The surveillance drone dogged my every step, but it was a slow thing, and probably half blind, with most of its sensors fried from the heat. I spied my bounty under a pile of rubble, might be broken, and might be whole. If there was a single thread of life left in it Con would have to coax it to life. Now for something to counter it with. I scanned the surrounding piles. That horus coil might do the trick. It shouldn’t be too expensive. Sure, I could get it at most any hardware store, but not if I wanted a bargain. I snatched it up, made sure I looked at it for a long time, then kept going. I rooted through the piles, looked at a few couplings, a battered old music box. I palmed the coil I was really after while scrutinizing the music box closely.
“It’s a thing o’ beauty, innit?”
My heartbeat skyrocketed as the drone radio crackled behind me. I zoomed up and around, over my shoulder, hovering close to the item I was holding.
“I’d make a bargain of it, just for you.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I should really only get the horos coil. My boyfriend said I should try and get one cheap here. Says I don’t need the fastest bike in town anyway.”
“Sure, sure,” the drone said. “I always give a fair price.”
Meeting up with Con at the docks, he only gave a cursory glance at my music box before we headed inside.
“Missing our childhood, are we?” he asked as soon as the door sealed behind us.
“I got the goods,” I said. “Never you mind my childhood.”
I hauled out the coil and held it up like a badge of honor.
“And we even have money left for provisions. Not a lot of provisions. But enough. If we sleep most of the way.”
Con whooped with joy and gabbed the coil.
“My sweet dame, I shall make you the queen of our magnetic core. You radiant, brilliant, wonderful, piece of junk!”
“Well done, Jody,” I muttered. “Knew you’d pull through for us Jody. You’re a radiant, brilliant, wonderful, star! Jody!” I rather raised my tone at that last part.
“Yeah, yeah, Jo, well done. Great, well…” he was halfway down the corridor already.
I rolled my eyes and went to change my outfit, and my eyecolor, and my haircolor, before I headed out again. Oblivion would soon be a distant speck of dust as we sailed closer to the colonies and the promises that waited there. Just a few hours more.