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The ship dealer tilt his side to the head and squinted. He had a funny way about him. He wore a ten gallon hat, the type you'd see in old cowboy movies shot back on Earth a few hundred years ago, and talked with a twang that went out of style long before the hat.

I pointed to the ship again, making sure he knew which one I was talking about. Maybe the years of ship exhaust and radiation had rot his brain. "Yeah. I want that one."

"Son, tha' one righ' there ain't fit for what'cha wanna do. Ya want somethin' with some his-TOR-ry. Do wha' all them that came before ya did an' slap a big ol' drive in that'll cruise them stars real smooth."

He took me by the sleeve and started to pull me towards an Asp. I think it was a scout. I hadn't really paid it any attention anyways.

"Listen." I started, yanking my arm away from him. "If you're not gonna sell me this one, then I don't have to give you my creds. Feth on the manufacturers recommendation. She's perfect."

I liked to browse the shops but never really buy. Sure I had seen a Phantom before, but there was something about this one. Maybe it was that she was a few years older and had a few marks that said she'd scooped fuel a bit too close to a star once or twice, but she had character. I could work with that.