Bay's day out

[Akirapryde]

The Rodian nodded as the pair shook hands. “If you will come with me, we can make this official,” he said as he motioned Bay to follow him to a nearby desk. “You won’t be disappointed with her. She is a fine ship. Her previous owner was very good with her. And you will find that her registration is still active.” He smiled and laughed, “there won’t be any custom issues.” He paused and turned to Bay, “you’re not planning any trips around Azgard space, are you?” He smiled and patted Bay on the shoulder, “oh, forget it. I don’t think it should be a problem anymore.” He turned to continue to walk towards the desk when he saw a woman walk in.
 
It didn’t take Bay much to realize that the woman was very shy by the way she moved. She was dressed in a dark brown servant dress. She wore a simple black apron with a light brown leather belt around her waist. Her head and shoulders were concealed by a bright colorful cloth. This cloth was wrapped around her head and hung low over her shoulders and back. Part of the cloth covered her face. Bay could tell the stains on her apron were from oil and hydraulic fluid.
 
The Rodian motioned towards the desk, “please have a seat. I will be right with you.”
 
Bay could overhear the conversation from the desk as the Rodian walked up to her, “Zay, what’s wrong?” There was genuine concern in the Rodian’s voice.
 
From under her apron, she pulled a power converter that was clearly burned up. “It failed, Skee” she said speaking to the Rodian.
 
Skee took the power converter, “I don’t understand.” He started to examine it, “I made sure it was top of the line. How could it have failed?”
 
Zay sighed, “he pressed it too far, too fast.”
 
Skee looked up from the converter and noticed she was making sure that her face was covered, “Zay……” he said in a serious voice then lowered his tone. Bay could barely hear it when Skee spoke, “….show me…”
 
Once more Zay sighed as she allowed the vail to slip from her face. Her skin was smooth and tanned. Her hair curled and black. For Bay, it was like looking at the sister he never knew he had. It didn’t take long for Bay to recall that his production line had both male and females within it. She was a clone just like him. What else stood out was the bruised eye and mark on the face. Her lip had been spilt as well. It was clear that she had been slapped around by someone much larger and stronger.
 
“Zay…..”
 
She reached forward and rested a hand on his, “Skee….please…I just need a new converter.”
 
He shook his head as he continued to whisper (Bay can overhear it), “Zay, remember that impound job I couldn’t unload,” he said then motioned to Bay, “I just found a buyer. There is no overhead on this one. I can use the credits to hire a bounty hunter…..”
 
She waved a hand to stop him, “Then what Skee….go to jail for killing a ranking member of the Senate’s IOC?” She glanced around before speaking again, “Skee, just give me a power converter, I have to home. He wants his bike fixed before he gets home.”
 
Skee walked over to a shelf and picked up a box, “Zay,” he said as he walked back, “he will kill you one day. You must get out of there.”
 
She took the box, “I tried that before. He found me,” Skee waved off an offer to pay for the box. On that she pulled up the vail to cover her face and turned to walk out. “You remember, don’t you?”
 
Skee looked down with great sadness, “I remember, and I am sorry.” Skee couldn’t say anything else as he watched her leave. “I remember how he nearly killed you, Zay…” he whispered (Listen Check, DC15)