[CupcakeDolly]

The nearby vultures working on the crusty edges of Limbus were still chattering about the ship that had half-landed, half-crashed into port, but Orel Shaw had been fortunate enough to be close to the heap when it gave out. The man had little, if anything, going for him - he wasn't particularly bright or talented, and his body was lengthy and face scarred with pockmarks - but his fantastic luck was indisputable, and likely the only reason he could hold a job working for a famous (and infamous) local tradesman.

When the ship's hatch had opened, Orel pounced, pushing aside another vulture to step up beside the man that had just emerged, matching his pace as he walked. "Howdy, traveler! I was just over there admiring your landing. Looks like you've got a bit of a..." he paused to search for an appropriate term, "...steaming heap of shit to deal with there. If you've got a need for spare parts, my boss's set up not too far over. Maleady's his name, and he's got everything you could need." Orel paused here to take a deep breath from his tireless banter then continued on in a rush. "Tools, armor, nav systems, engines, compression coils - those little suckers give out on everyone, but Julius' the only one for miles who's got 'em - we can even find you cheap labor, and if we don't got it, we can get it! What do you say, sir? I can walk you over there now and get you all fixed up and on your way."