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“Timaset didn’t need a ship â€� especially not a flying museum piece! And as far as he knew, a dodgy plasma injector could drop you smack into a wormhole ending somewhere on the other side of the universe with no way back. Well, he could always sell the damn thing. Couldn’t he? He could use the money. Damn, he could always use the money! Maybe the crew would want to buy it over from him?”
― Christina Engela, Loderunner

“Sure. And you say hi to Dory, ‘k? C’mon Will â€� let’s get you to the Sheriff. I need a cold one.â€�
“Yippee.� Said Will, not exactly brimming over with enthusiasm.
Timaset Skooch reached across the table and packed the notes together. He counted them out too. Seven thousand credits! Then he scooped the coins and the (ugh) gold tooth into an empty glass for the waitress. Seven thousand credits! But what was the plastic slip under it all?”
― Christina Engela, Loderunner