L O S T
Vuultin Junkyard, Brentaal IV
Had there ever been such a wonderful sight as the one which lay before her now?The corpses of long-dead technology lay scattered all around, hulls rend from ships of a bygone era jutting from the mangled and rusted ground of scrap metal. The stench of oil, grease, and engine fluid seeped into the air, enough to make her head slightly dizzy, all of which made it obvious as to why the yard was so far from Vuultin proper. It shared only a name with the City, which was several miles northward, and though it hadn't been the easiest place to get to what lay before her now was a treasure trove of possibility.
And what was better? It was unwatched. Uncared for. That which came to this particular haunting was left to die, on its last legs, no use for anyone.
Or so they claimed.
As Kal trekked through the debris, she could not help but whistle rather merrily. Already the dirty satchel at her side held two power converters, what appeared to be a part to a flux stabilizer, as well as a couple of random lenses. All around were useful wonders, cast aside because the complete structure they belonged to was in some way broken or tarnished. Such a waste in the eyes of one such as she.
But that was their loss, and their loss was her gain.