Squib Games
The sign read Squib Reclamation and Waste Management.
If there was a garden spot on Denon, this wasn't it. District Three, Moonfall as it was known, was a lifeless pit. Almost literally. A large, mined out crater in the planet's surface was the most prominent feature of the region. Overmining had led to the exhaustion of the planet's resources, and manufacturing moved closer to the spaceport for the materials that were being imported to the planet. As a result, most of the factories in this area were now rotting from decades of disuse. The structures weren't even sound enough to be used as hideouts or bolt-holes, so gang activity had dwindled.
The landfill was practically the last business left still operating in the district, but there were few places where a landfill had the ability to expand operations. The disrepair and neglect facing District Three had allowed the Squib to prosper in the noble field of waste management!
Today's laundry list of gently used treasures included a refrigeration unit, a broken autochef from a GR-75 transport ship, actual laundry, and something that was decomposing. Definitely animal. Hopefully not a body that was going to get CorpSec breathing down his neck later.
So that last one was just going to go into the incinerator without a further thought!
No mess. No fuss. And no questions asked.
A win-win if ever a Squib saw one!
Plus, he never knew what Denon was going to bring through his door. Someone looking for a pivar spinner? Focusing lens for a lightfoil? Lint trap for a 844 model vacuum droid?
When you ran a junkyard, the sky was often the limit. And then only because the Corporate Authorities put a cap on how high he could stack the trash.