Chapter 1
An alarm was going off, making Dean groan and slap his hand on the top of it to shut it up.
A hand lifted to ruffle through his shaggy lion like mane as he tried to shake off the grogginess of his sleep. Well, more like four hour cat nap, but who was really counting.
Dean rubbed at his face to wake himself up a little more as Singer Salvage Transports came into view through his front screen.
Dean grabbed the wheel turning off the autopilot at the same time. He always preferred to steer his landings manually.
With special care he guided his baby to docking port reserved for his ship. Once linked up the ramp to the old space station extended to his ship and the walkway magnetized itself to the hull of his ship then pressurized allowing him to cross into the old station through the air lock.
Once Dean was passed the air lock, he entered through a trading area, many different species were moving about, here is where Garth worked.
Garth worked with Bobby, actually for Bobby but don't Garth that, by running this part of the station. Bobby tended to be gruff and hated dealing with hagglers, everyone wants everything for cheap or less. Bobby had never sold a thing and had a lot of stuff pile up before Garth took it upon himself to take over running this section.
Now that Garth ran it Bobby hardly, if ever, stepped foot into this area.
The only reason Dean was thinking of this, was because he noticed Garth talking to a man of some species Dean didn't know. Garth looked just like any other spritul, except that he ate to many damn veggies and kept growing. Garth was taller than any true blooded spritul. Not even Garth knew what his other half was however.
Dean passed through the area quickly not wanting to get involved with a conversation with Garth. It wouldn't be so bad if Garth didn't want to hug you everytime. Leosol's normally didn't mind affection, but only when it came from their mate or family. So getting randomly hugged every time he saw someone he barely saw as a friend, more as a close coworker than friend, it bothered him.
Dean made it through the trading section un-hugged to his delight, and there the food area, he passed by his favorite stall.
The seller expecting Dean, caught the coin he flicked at him while Dean snagged a slice of pie as he went by.
Dean had demolished his slice of pie by the time he passed through the food court, dropping the plate and plastic fork into the garbage bin by the door as he passed through it.
Here was where ships needing maintenance were worked on. The large cavernous space had room for even some of the largest ship's. Dean moved around a worker changing the oil on a ship and ducked into Bobby's office, it was here Bobby liked to work since when he was frustrated with paperwork he would go out and work on ship's himself.
Bobby looked up at him when he entered and huffed out an, "about damn time ya idjit."
Dean sputtered, "What?"
"Ya heard me boy, you were supposed to be here yesterday"
"Bobby, you do realize I came as fast as I could right? You sent me far off!"
Dean frowned as Bobby just shrugged smirking at him, the bastard was just yanking his chain. He huffed rolling his eyes, but stepped over to the desk, slapping down the folder. "Signed, now wh-"
Before he could ask for his pay, Bobby handed him the envelope, Dean shamelessly opened it up and looked, frowning, "I thought it was five hundred for that asshole, not three?"
Bobby sighed, "That's what I thought too, but you know as well as I those idjits never like to pay up fully at times. They blamed it on 'damages' caused."
Dean frowned, scowling, "There were no damages!"
Bobby chuckled, "Not by you, the 'asshole' you caught."
Dean groaned, but rubbed his face, "Bleck, fine fine, what do you have for me now?" His fur tufted tail twitched irritably behind him.
Bobby smiled, reaching into his left drawer, which told Dean this was a pickup and delivery, not a bounty, and pulled out a folder to hand to him.
Dean looked at it, flipping it open, his brow raised, "Really? Planet Angeliques?"
Dean had never been there, and the people of that planet were not ones to travel space at all.
Bobby nodded, chuckling, "Unless you think I should give it to someone else?"
"No, no! I'll do it! I was just surprised!" Dean loved getting to go to different places, especially if he hadn't been there yet. So he was more than willing to go!
Bobby nodded, "Then get going ya idjit." Bobby waved him off and Dean chuckled turning and leaving the office.
Back tracking the way he had come in since it was the fastest way, he luckily avoided Garth again even, and was soon seated in his wonderful memory foam pilots chair once more.
He checked the gauges and grinned, seeing the light off that would have been on if he was still attached to the refuleing tube. The tank read full so he was ready to go!
It didn't take him long to put the planet coordinates into the computer system and leaned back letting autopilot take him where he needed to be.
He flipped through the file, frowning a little.
Really?
He was to pick up a box, and throw it into their sun.
They seriously hired someone to do this? Why didn't they just make a starship to do it themselves already?
Dean shrugged, oh well, easy money!
It was then Dean skimmed down to the fee for the job and whistled. Damn.
Someone wanted to pay two thousand to have a box thrown into the sun.
Nice.
That means he would be getting at least one thousand, since Bobby usually took half of each job as his finders fee.
One thousand would mean that Sammy would have one semester paid for. That would be one semester Sammy wouldn't have to worry about paying for his classes or his dinners. Dean was more than happy with that.
So, Dean checked how long until his arrival, taking note if there would be any jump gates, then set his alarm and promptly fell asleep in his chair once more.
When Dean's alarm went off he groaned sitting up straighter and gasped seeing the planet. It looked vary similar to the old photo's of Earth, before it blew up, with all the blues and greens with traces of white in certain places.
Dean looked at the file, getting the right frequency code to contact them on the planet to find out where he was supposed to land.
For not having space capability they had a very nice landing area for ships.
Dean landed, had them sign the proper paper work, then set the box down on his ship, waved, and was off to throw it into the sun.
The sun they wanted it in was a little ways from their planet, they were the fourth planet in their solar system after all, so while his ship was on autopilot, he decided to be nosy and look in the box. No one would know, and it was going to be thrown in anyhow.
He pulled his crowbar from where it set on the shelf, and walked over to the box.
He looked down at the box for a moment, wondering if this really was a good idea. What if they had something dangerous in there?
Oh well, curiosity killed the cat, not the lion, he would be fine.
He used the crowbar to pry the lid off, and when he moved it back he gasped, staring down at what was in the box.