As Has'la approached the town, an old Jeep passed him, driven by an Azurian woman.  [i]She must be doing good for herself.[/i] he thought.  Few people could afford a private vehicle.  While the guy at the power station and the trader could afford them, they were much richer than the average townsperson.  Judging by the cobbled-together nature of the vehicle, the alien woman was likely a skilled salvager, not one of the aliens that had come to Earth to fill the need for skilled workers.

When he reached the town center about fifteen minutes later he found the trader that had driven by him.  A few people were gathered round, looking at the merchandise he had brought with him, but the security guards made sure that none of them decided to pocket anything.  Instead of looking at the goods on the table, Has'la walked up to the trader.  "Excuse me, but do you have any high capacity ion charge cells?" he said.

"Sorry, just sold my last one."

"Well, then, do you have any ion fluid for them?" He asked.  If you knew what you were doing, you could upgrade low-grade cells to double their capacity, but not increase their maximum charge or discharge rate.

"I don't have any with me, but I do have some back at my shop.  Ten liter minimum on a special order of it, though."

"I can't use that much," said Has'la, "but I'm always coming across old, dead cells as salvage.  Let me think about it.  Can I get your contact code?"

After getting the Trader's contact info, he thanked the man and went in search of the alien woman that had passed him.  He passed a blue haired security guard that was watching two hoodlums in town.  He didn't bother the man, though, as annoying a security guard while he was staking out criminals was a very bad idea.

"Hi." he said, walking up to the alien woman, "nice Jeep.  Looks like a per-apocalypse gas-burner that was refit with Lightning parts, possibly during the first ten years after it."  For the first decade or so after the apocalypse, the single functional Jeep factory mostly worked on adapting the Lightning tech to newer and older tech, so that it could be used to refit old vessels with parts that would remain reverse compatible for centuries.  He needed help and a vehicle if he was going to get to the salvage he had found, though.  Even he wouldn't be able to cross such a hot zone on foot in time.  "You look like a skilled salvager.  I guess it's kind of unusual since you don't know me, but care to team up?  I know where there's a fairly fresh Zathuran security patrol ship in a rad zone.  With your vehicle and a few rad-resistance chems we could get inside the ship before getting badly irradiated.  Once inside, we'll be able to pull more salvage than you've likely ever seen."  True, it might be a bit stupid to tell a complete stranger about such a valuable find, but she didn't know where it was, and he really needed help and a vehicle if he was going to be able to salvage it.  Maybe some extra muscle, too.  Old, fresh, finds like that tended to have relatively intact automated security systems.