Sharda reached in to her Tukera fanny pack and pulled out the note, "Norman's Lounge, 312 Jennifer Alley, Bilstein Rock." The space taxi driver grinned and said, "Sure thing babe!" Sharda might have been offended if the driver hadn't been a vargr, a vargr female for that matter, and she knew from long experience that there is never any telling about what a vargr would say. Leaning back in the seat Sharda mused about her current position...gone from rising star in the Tukera Lines to an out of work Space Merchant, no not out of work. She's just been hired to help get a ship from here in the Glisten system over to the Wonstar system, so she was gainfully employed again. And that set her thinking about her ready cash position, and whether she would have to put in a call to...*no* she would *not* do that. As the space taxi cruised asteroids that had been towed into a tight cluster Sharda barely noticed the constant heavy traffic in small boats, skiffs, space taxis, and larger ships that moved through this space. To and outsider the whole scene would be chaos, but the undisciplined Glistenites seemed to like it this way. Bumping into the dock inside the Bilstein Rock, the taxi pulled to a halt. The taxi driver turned back to the young human woman and said, "That'll be 18 Impies, sweetypie. Jennifer Alley is in three and down two. You can hoof it or take the jitney. Pointing her hand shaped paw at a flashing neon sign near the docks say added, "I recommend Bolum's Tran over there. Tell 'em Iggy sent you, natch?" With that she turned her paw over and cocked her head, "18 Impies?" Eris Akas Moby
