Nigel Brojack
Jun 10th, 2018, 04:29:20 PM
"Hey there Mama Luis, how you doing? Get any good shipments lately?" Nigel asked after sliding down from the cockpit. His boots landed softly in the ranch's soil, indication that they'd finally gotten the good rains that the locals had wanted for a while. Their latest winter drought had been a dozy and some feared it would run through the first summer.
"Come now Nigel, does it look like I've gotten anything good lately?" Luis replied as she gestured around with her hand. The local parking fields were empty and the cafe was desolate save for the few loyal patrons that come no matter what's on the menu.
"I suppose I'll have the usual then," he ordered with a sullen look on his face. She smiled glumly as she handed over the ration pack and padded him on the shoulder.
"You could at least try to show some appreciation you know, at least I have rations to dole out, even if they're bland as hell and I have five millennia worth of them stashed away," she admonished with a wink.
"Sorry Mama, see I'm smiling right now, these are so good, I so wouldn't want to starve instead of eating these every day," came the retort in a sarcastically playful tone. He added a fake smile in between bites and sips as he forced himself to consume the food as quickly as possible. No sense in prolonging the suffering of his poor taste buds.
"Oh you youngsters, you have it so good and fancy, being able to hyperspace everywhere and get what you want. I tell you what, back in my day...." started Luis off on one of her usual rants, which Nigel promptly toned out as he finished her meal. She was a good person but tended to rant too much, just a habit of hers that others tended to ignore. She knew they were ignoring her but her rants helped her to vent her frustrations, most of which actually stemmed from the lack of shipments and not from the playful disrespect of the young-ins.
Finished with his meal, Nigel activated the package's self-recycling device and watched as it heated and crumbled into bio-dissolvable pellet crumbs that could also be used as a fertilizer for most plants. He fished for his pouch as he glanced around one more time at the ranch.
"How much do I owe you this time Mama?"
"That'll be seven creds junior," she responded in a more serious tone of voice.
"Seven! My stars, no wonder you only have the diehards sitting in your lounge," he exclaimed as he pulled a ten chip from his money pouch and forked it over. He wouldn't be asking for change as he always left her a decent little tip. He was ever so slightly miffed that the rations that she had a billion of now cost seven credits instead of her usual price of five.
"Sorry hun, but my secret ration stash isn't getting any bigger. If all I have is demand and no supply, then what else am I going to do?" she gestured helplessly before embracing him goodbye.
"Take care Mama."
"You too, Junior."
"Come now Nigel, does it look like I've gotten anything good lately?" Luis replied as she gestured around with her hand. The local parking fields were empty and the cafe was desolate save for the few loyal patrons that come no matter what's on the menu.
"I suppose I'll have the usual then," he ordered with a sullen look on his face. She smiled glumly as she handed over the ration pack and padded him on the shoulder.
"You could at least try to show some appreciation you know, at least I have rations to dole out, even if they're bland as hell and I have five millennia worth of them stashed away," she admonished with a wink.
"Sorry Mama, see I'm smiling right now, these are so good, I so wouldn't want to starve instead of eating these every day," came the retort in a sarcastically playful tone. He added a fake smile in between bites and sips as he forced himself to consume the food as quickly as possible. No sense in prolonging the suffering of his poor taste buds.
"Oh you youngsters, you have it so good and fancy, being able to hyperspace everywhere and get what you want. I tell you what, back in my day...." started Luis off on one of her usual rants, which Nigel promptly toned out as he finished her meal. She was a good person but tended to rant too much, just a habit of hers that others tended to ignore. She knew they were ignoring her but her rants helped her to vent her frustrations, most of which actually stemmed from the lack of shipments and not from the playful disrespect of the young-ins.
Finished with his meal, Nigel activated the package's self-recycling device and watched as it heated and crumbled into bio-dissolvable pellet crumbs that could also be used as a fertilizer for most plants. He fished for his pouch as he glanced around one more time at the ranch.
"How much do I owe you this time Mama?"
"That'll be seven creds junior," she responded in a more serious tone of voice.
"Seven! My stars, no wonder you only have the diehards sitting in your lounge," he exclaimed as he pulled a ten chip from his money pouch and forked it over. He wouldn't be asking for change as he always left her a decent little tip. He was ever so slightly miffed that the rations that she had a billion of now cost seven credits instead of her usual price of five.
"Sorry hun, but my secret ration stash isn't getting any bigger. If all I have is demand and no supply, then what else am I going to do?" she gestured helplessly before embracing him goodbye.
"Take care Mama."
"You too, Junior."