Post by Prim on Feb 9, 2024 13:21:47 GMT -5
Another day was spent hopping to the next job. Unlike the other planets Prim frequented recently, there was virtually nothing nice or pretty to do outside gambling, drinking, and pissing away the money you earned on Plant here. Most other towns were small, and the cities not so pleasant to be in as an obvious outsider. Prim themself wasn't entirely sure if the competition here was worth the better-paying jobs or not.
"Mhm... And what makes ye think you can do this line of work? Have ya been out there?"
Prim had pointed out some excursion out west to a place called the 'Saiba Breeding Pits'. Retrieval, as a bounty that had been retrieved from there hid or lost some valuables while out. The Konatsian didn't know much about the area or why it rang to them either, all they knew was they'd be pretty good at searching for anything 'valuable'.
"Not really, no. But I'm unmatched in finding such lost things."
The older gentleman who set up the work was more scrutinous about this outsider and their claims, however. Sizing Prim up one more time before shaking his head. Here, the brawn was what spoke. They didn't seem to care much for fancy tricks, especially when the new guy hadn't proven themself yet.
"Afraid not. Come back when you're a little... mmm... stronger."
Prim didn't argue, just fixing their shoulder cape with a squint as they turned out of the establishment. It was the second one in a row Prim had to sit out, and one that stretched their patience waiting around at this 'outpost'. Three strikes and Prim was done here. They couldn't bother staying at this deadbeat planet.
"Mhm... And what makes ye think you can do this line of work? Have ya been out there?"
Prim had pointed out some excursion out west to a place called the 'Saiba Breeding Pits'. Retrieval, as a bounty that had been retrieved from there hid or lost some valuables while out. The Konatsian didn't know much about the area or why it rang to them either, all they knew was they'd be pretty good at searching for anything 'valuable'.
"Not really, no. But I'm unmatched in finding such lost things."
The older gentleman who set up the work was more scrutinous about this outsider and their claims, however. Sizing Prim up one more time before shaking his head. Here, the brawn was what spoke. They didn't seem to care much for fancy tricks, especially when the new guy hadn't proven themself yet.
"Afraid not. Come back when you're a little... mmm... stronger."
Prim didn't argue, just fixing their shoulder cape with a squint as they turned out of the establishment. It was the second one in a row Prim had to sit out, and one that stretched their patience waiting around at this 'outpost'. Three strikes and Prim was done here. They couldn't bother staying at this deadbeat planet.
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