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Taking Care of Business

WHO: Donnie and you!
WHERE: NG-102
WHAT: Trying not to get too distracted from mission while most definitely getting too distracted
WHEN: Uh. Yes.
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tagging preference

This is more like it. This is how space adventures start- panning into the expanse of some kind of sprawling conglomeration of structures hanging against the darkness of a star-pocked backdrop. Yes, Donnie is fully aware that they are here for Reasons, but this is the first chance he's ever gotten to go anywhere that resembled some sort of active alien civilization. A spaceport like that is just screaming new and interesting sorts of technology and culture just waiting to be explored.

Eager as he is, Donnie's also practical. While waiting for things to be cleared for them to disembark, he pulls up any information he can on the station, a directory, a map. There has to be some equivalent of a space extranet or something, or at the very least a local network to patch into. He knows better than to dive into some place that big without doing some research!

He's also quite aware that paying for things is going to be an issue. It's tough starting out from scratch, but he's always been the enterprising sort, and he's not about to let such foreign circumstances stop him from getting down to business. It'll just take some work.

I. Research & Development
The turtle teen spends the first couple of days getting a feel for things and looking for business opportunities. He figures he shouldn't stand out too much amidst an alien crowd, but he also knows that certain people can pick up on Tourist vibes and he's not about to let himself be a target. Having swapped to Communications for the occasion, he makes note of places that might be interested in hiring someone for repairs or upgrades and places he might be able to sell to. Copies of rare cult classic Earth movies? Foreign plants? Small but functionally useful gadgetry? Ka-ching.

In the days that follow, he's out making deals. Hopefully people don't think him underdressed for doing business but he still carries himself about as professionally as one can when they're just dressed in a purple hoodie. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and a backpack awkwardly set over the bulk of his hidden battle shell. If he sees someone from the ships, he makes a beeline towards them.

"Hey, you busy? Okay cool-" not waiting for a response, he passes the backpack over. "-here, hold this and whatever you do don't drop it."

II. Deployment
The best part about having money is being able to spend it. With what he hopes to be a sufficient amount of starting funds, Donnie sets out with the intent to shop. He has several lists, one for parts needed to repair the Agrii mess, one for Leo ~~because Donnie is a most benevolent brother~~, one for himself of course because what's the point of having money if you aren't going to buy yourself cool things? and another for general items that might prove useful for the inevitable return back to the isolated, ruined city.

...he doesn't want to really go back, not when they've been able to do all this.

Unfortunately it's difficult to haggle when there's a problem with communicating. Donnie's in a bit of a mood as he leaves one store, folding his arms tightly in front of him and his bag as he goes. He may not understand the language but he's pretty sure they were trying to overcharge him on his purchase, and so he'd left without it. Would it be weird if he switched data points and came back? Annoying, certainly. He sighs, starting down along towards where the repair shops are. Maybe putting in some hours fixing crap will make him feel better.

III. Roots
It's not stealing if it's junk, right? The spaceport may as well be its own city, and that has to mean it has its own salvage and trash lots. This is Donnie's normal means of acquiring most anything to tinker with back home, so it's second nature for him to track down where things are being dumped and go to scope things out.

The areas aren't the nicest places, but then that's no big surprise. Making sure to avoid security cameras, Donnie's elbow-deep in junk as soon as he finds a promising spot to dig through. Maybe you caught a glimpse of him sneaking out here. Maybe you were following the toughs that were meaning to have a nice secret exchange at an unsuspecting junk lot. Maybe you just got lost.

In any case, things might get hairy in a few minutes, and Donnie tends to get a little carried away with his scavenging.

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"It's sure a heck of a lot more exciting than where we've been staying," Fang says. "I'll bet I could pick up all kinds of work here and never get bored or run dry."

He looks towards the voices but then comes back to attention to what Donnie is doing, smirking in anticipation of seeing the treasure come out.

"Oh, same. Although I'd still really love to get on a ship and just...explore space. This is about as close to an actual space experience as we've gotten."

It takes a bit of work but Donnie finally manages to get the thing turned on its side and extracted. Some kind of computing system, only slightly dusty, but so far as he can tell, fairly intact. It's on the weighty side, but it doesn't keep him from slipping it into his backpack. In afterthought he starts pulling some of the wiring he'd removed from the thing to get it out, winding them into loose bundles. It's only when he starts hearing the sound of someone's approach himself that he looks up, and by then it sounds much closer.

Donnie looks at Fang, gesturing with a jerk of his head before he starts to slink down the side of the pile, using it as cover. They're probably not supposed to be here, so getting caught by anyone doesn't seem very ideal.

While it’s not what Fang would be the most interested in, he wouldn’t turn it down, and he says, “Especially if there’d be treasure to find.” That kind of exploring is always tops for him.

He admires the computing system before it goes into the backpack. Oh yes, that is nice. So nice.

He tenses at the voices and follows Donnie behind the mound. Maybe if they get caught, they can push it down on whoever catches them.

This sort of treasure hunt was more up Donnie's alley. Which is why he's a little annoyed at the interruption, frowning as he listens. They're still too far to make out anything said, and he can't tell how man people are there either. Hopefully they won't stay long.

Time to consider options in case an egress is needed, he figures. Donnie looks around. Maybe there's another way out?

Fang silently points to several mounds stretching behind them. They can probably gradually sneak off going behind each one, if they have to. There's a back exit eventually; he made sure of that before venturing in.

Donnie gives him a nod, stilling as he listens for whoever had wandered into the salvage yard. They've stepped out of the corridor, voices carrying just slightly, a meeting of some kind, but it doesn't sound like they're getting any closer.

The turtle carefully moves to sneak a peek out, waving for Fang to start moving first while he makes sure no one's heading around this way.

Fang is glad at least that they're not getting closer. He slips away behind another mound, then stops to wait a moment to make sure it's still safe to move.

Some kind of a meeting, probably not one that Donnie nor Fang would care to be involved in. Still watching, Donnie waves Fang onward, finally starting to move on down himself.

Fang is more than happy to keep moving, heading for the back exit he'd scoped out. He glances back every little bit to make sure it's still safe and to see if Donnie is following. With any luck, they should be out soon....

The low whine of machinery breaks through the general ambiance then, and from the side, a large section of wall opens up, revealing some sort of massive bulldozing unit. At the far end opposite of its path another doorway slides up, revealing a conveyor as it starts to power on as well. The junk piles that Donnie and Fang are currently descending sit right between the two.

Donnie doesn't take long to realize where this will potentially go, but with the noise the machinery's making, maybe they don't have to be so quiet anymore.

"Hurry!" he shouts to Fang, throwing caution to the wind as he starts to jump and skid down the slope.

Fang curses. Oh, well, this is just great!

He holds on to his hat as he slips and slides, using his tail to steer. If he was sure it was safe he'd use it to spring, but that might bring the mounds down on them. Still, it would be the best way to clear more distance all at once.

He would probably be fine if he used his tail to spring, but would Donnie? The mounds might come down on him for sure.

Well, there is one thing he could do, if he really cares that much....

He reaches to grab onto Donnie so he can spring with him. "We've gotta move fast!"

Well, that explains how they handle things before it overflows, not that Donnie had been too curious about it. At the very least, it should probably keep the people on the other side from finding them, but there are clearly more immediate problems.

Donnie's managed to catch up with Fang by the time the other has made his decision, throwing a glance behind them as he hears things start to tumble their way as the bulldozer begins to push through. "Huh-?" is about all he has time for, not knowing what all Fang has in mind although he's in agreement that they need to move.

Fang grabs Donnie's wrists and gives a mighty spring with his tail. They soar across a good portion of the stuff before landing, whereupon he springs again. Some of the debris is indeed coming down towards them, and one more spring lands them to the back exit.

"We're outta here," Fang says, hoping to tug Donnie through the doorway.

"What are you do-IIIIIing?!"

His exclamation is mostly lost in the clamor of the mostly metallic avalanche behind them. Donnie at least lands on his feet once they come down, throwing only a brief look back before hurrying on out. He doesn't need very much urging when there's a wall of junk coming your way.

Fang runs out too.

"I'll have find out if there's a schedule for running that thing so we can avoid it another time," he says.

"That'd be useful," Donnie mutters as he continues to put some distance between them and the scraping and crunching noises behind them. "At least we didn't get out empty-handed." He would have loved to have more time to look around for things, but this was a reminder that they couldn't be too sure how things worked here in comparison to previous experiences.

Fang smirks once it's clear they are safely away without being detected. "Yeah, we got some real treasures," he says. "That should help with fixing the ship. And maybe for some other things too. Maybe I can start rebuilding my precious Marvelous Queen."

"Not sure when we'll get another opportunity like this, so we should probably look into as many things as possible," Donnie nods. "Er...your what now?"

"I thoroughly agree," Fang says. "I wanna soak up as much of this as possible while we've got it."

He smirks with pride. "The Marvelous Queen is my hoverbike. She's got all the highest tech and weaponry possible."

"Huh. Well you're definitely more likely to find parts for something like that sold around here than finding them around Temba," Donnie notes. It would take extra long getting anything together in Temba and there wasn't much to begin with.

"You are so right. I barely had any luck in Temba. Here, I think I can find enough parts for her as well as maybe getting a start on a mech!" Fang's eyes gleam with excitement.

Donnie laughs. "I like where your thoughts are at but I think we're going to need more sizable things to work with for something like that." Or maybe his idea of a mech is just a lot bigger.

Fang's mechs were pretty big.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Fang says gruffly. "But at least I should be able to make a basic Marvelous Queen, if nothing else."

"Oh yeah, bikes are definitely way more doable." Donnie'd be lucky if he managed to get enough parts for a leg aboard the ship. He's pretty sure there'd be Questions. And then there's the whole matter of trying to figure out how to power a thing, although he's got ideas there, but it sort of gets rendered pointless when power doesn't work during those stupid storms.

Sigh. Better to stick with smaller projects for now.

Fang has been pondering these problems too.

"You figured out any workaround to power goin' out during these storms I've heard about?" he asks.

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