Knacton is slaving away another day at Balamak Gas And Scrap breaking some nonsense apart for the salvageable parts. He hears the bay “alert” sound and looks up from his tools. A familiar salvage ship is parking in the bay and it is holding a second ship that seems much worse for the wear. The Rendili Vehicle Corporation Defender-class Light Corvette is set gingerly down (itself large enough to command most of the bay) leaving the salvage ship enough room to back out and attach at a near-by dock point.
Knack sets down what he’s working on, grabs his tool bag, and gives the ship a walk around. “bit bigger than the usual junk that comes in here…” he says to no one in particular. Casually, Knacton appraises the condition of the salvage; a fix it vs. total it out for parts kind of thing. The forward cabin clearly took turbo lazer fire and was compromised. All thrusters are completely disabled destroyed. The “center mass” of the ship looks relatively unscathed considering the carnage. The lazer marks show clear darkening on the paint job. This, plus damage from blasts covers the obvious place where identifying markings for the ship would be.
Exiting from the air lock is a familiar Ithorian, Erdorode Atemem, whom befriended Knacton on a herdship some years back. He and Uncle Loren shake hands warmly and then, as they walk the gang planks to where the salvage was “gingerly” placed, the Ithorian continuously gestures with big arm motions toward the ship while your Loren scratches his chin.
Upon seeing the Ithorian, Knacton stops his survey and greet him warmly…
The Ithorian speaks through a translator device, “Hello Knacton, it has been a while. I’ve brought your uncle a nice piece of scrap, but he won’t listen to me.” Erodrode then explains that the price he’s asking (which is very, very high for a ship with such damage) includes a premium for exclusive “dibs” ((this is code for “I haven’t gone through it at all so I have no idea what is in it and I’m letting you at it.”)). Erodrode even begins to describe where he got the ship when Loren clears his throat, “Remember number 3,” making reference to Rule #3: “If I don’t know then I don’t have to lie.” “And besides,” Loren continues, "I’m not going to pay <life> for a ship that may have been cleared out by the vacuum of space. 2,000 credits or nothing from me.
Knacton drums out “worth it?” in binary on the side of his tool bag. Looking for any sort of identifying marks on the ship Knacton notices that one of the turbo laser marks has only partly obscured Jedi symbol. This is a Jedi’s ship! Erodrode doesn’t even know it, but he has delivered a potentially extremely valuable ship (if the right sort of stuff is on the inside) that your uncle wouldn’t even appreciate and just sell off.
Exasperated, Knacton turns to Erodrode “How much for me?” To which Erodrode replies ~20,000 credits. I’ve got mouths to feed.~ Knacton has all of 20290 credits to his name.
“Dammit, that’s everything I have… Ok. You drive a hard bargain, Ero, and I’m probably going to regret this, but fine, I’ll buy it from you. " Loren looks closely at Knacton.
“Boy, where do you even get that kind of money? Even if you had it, you’d be wasting it.” He walks off shaking his head, “Erodrode, if he doesn’t have the credits then haul that shit out of here by the next cycle. Knacton, keep it in your area and that is a ‘your-time’ project”
“Fine, done deal!” Knack shouts after his uncle. He turns back towards Ero and says in a lower tone, “seriously though? 20k? I hope you feel bad about fleecing a kid, Ero… now let’s go get you paid.” He then proceeds to the several of his hiding spots to retrieve his savings… Erodrode collects his credits and with a “smile” goes to buy some gas for his ship.
Knack uses the tractor-beam-crane to position the scrap ship at his station but it isn’t until dinner time that the shop clears out and leaves Knack alone, with a snack, with his new ship… a wrecked Jedi Cruiser. Knack rubs his hands together with glee, double checks his tools and heads towards the entry of the ship with the intention of opening it and seeing what he’s got…