Recycling, the Salvager's Way (Open to those with IC reasoning)

[Celeste Leon]

Raxus Prime
09:00


The Reclaimer sat low over a massive scrap heap, the engines keeping it level and stable. Leon had all the cargo holds open and was working the manipulator arms on the ship, using them to lift, cut, and store the various metals, materials, and other junk she could find. For now, she was taking the readily usable metals that she could find, mainly durasteel sheets or easily dissected ship and vehicle parts. So far, she had one container halfway full of cut up durasteel sheets and was working on cutting apart another to load up while keeping a constant eye on what else could be found inside the junk heap.

She wore her usual attire, though with a few things added on. She wore a respirator and goggles to help keep any flying particles or stray, harmful gases from affecting her eyes while the breathing apparatus kept her lungs clear of toxic fumes that might be on the wind or set free from the junk she fiddled with. Heavy gloves covered her hands as they worked the controls, though she more or less left the rest of her attire the way it had always been, though she did wear a bulky tool belt over top her normal belt. Her hair was kept back from a tight ponytail and her bandana, though she had the feeling a bun might have done better in this situation. Overall, nothing untoward was happening, nothing was going wrong, and she was well on her way to getting the materials together to pay for the ship she now owned. Ironically, she'd bid a hundred tons of salvage for the repair and salvage ship in a mystery auction. It seemed the galaxy was full of odd and interesting coincidences.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Celeste Leon"]

Judah operated a little differently when it came to salvage.Several SLV-R units fanned out across the expansive heap. His vessel sat in a dirt and trash covered clearing, ramp down. As usual, Raxus Prime was busy with the hustle and bustle of salvagers combing through the debris, looking for the next treasure. Many in the galaxy considered them to be scavengers or trash pickers. Call it what they may, Judah made a comfortable living off the salvage portions of his operations.

Wearing a respirator and goggles as well, the scruffy salvager looked a far cry from the CEO he was supposed to be. Dirty shirt, oil stained pants and well worn boots graced his form. Salvaging was extremely messy. No need to look suave picking through the left overs.

Scanning through the heap, he was on the hunt for rare and unusual droids once again. Clients loved them. Sometimes Judah used them as a base for another type of design Salacia planned on making. It just depended on the day. Picking up an arm of a protocol unit, Judah tossed it back unsatisfied. His SLV-R units were making neat piles near the Siren's Song, piles he would go through and determine worth for later.

 

[Celeste Leon]

Another chunk of durasteel plating dropped into the bin on the Reclaimer and Leon moved the controls to bring the arm back. She used the arm to pull out what looked like a small chunk of starship out and began cutting it apart. It didn't look like a recent model and didn't seem to be anything massively fragile, which usually meant it wasn't useful for higher end scrap.

A few minutes later and the chunk was in easily manageable pieces. The young woman lifted the various chunks of metal and dropped them into the various bins one by one. In another few minutes, another chunk of metal dragged out, and more pieces of scrap filled the ship. At this rate, she might just be able to get the scrap together in a trip, maybe two!

[member="Judah Dashiell"]