The market was crowded as well as many other senses noisy, hot with the mass of people, and the smells mingling together it was like a carnival of sorts. Gus smiled to himself and glanced down at his compad which had the list of supplies the Cap had given him to buy and deliver to the SIRIUS before they left port again. The list was fairly simple as tasks go for a first mate food supplies, fuel cells, a few extra spare parts in that just in case sort of way which suited Gus just fine. It gave him a chance to stretch his legs and see the sites also he got to meet people and tell a tale or two if given the chance. He stuffed the pad in one of his cargo pockets of his shorts and glanced around he had already taken care of the parts they would more or less, most likely need and fuel was being delivered in a few minutes that just left the food stuffs which most of it could be the mas produced bland tasting grool but he could at least pick up a meal or two of fresh food.
It took him a little while but Gus picked up a few meals for the crew he thought the'd like mostly some fresh chicken and a wealth of fresh vegetables and he even managed to find spices that weren't to exuberant in price. He liked the Citadel in the fact that on his way back to the SIRIUS he could stroll along the dock and admire the ships. Along the edge of the market just as Gus was about to leave he passed by a junk tent full of old parts, rusted gauges, and some doo dads but it was the keeper that really grabbed his attention.
"Step up step up friends and strangers! One hundred credits to the first being to identify this artifact come come it's not that hard to the scholarly mind."
Gus stopped and looked there was already a small crowd of soldiers gathered they appeared to be pilots by the uniforms and they were all debating hotly about the said artifact. Gus gently moved in between two flight captains and grinned at them with friendly ease.
"Hey sports what's this all about?"
The captain to Gus's right pipped up. "This piece of junk man that's what there's no way this was ever on any ship I know of."
At least to Gus the fellow was right it was a rusted bit of metal with three buttons on top a mesh grill over what appeared to be a speaker that was at least thirty years old the circuit underneath was as ancient as they got, it was most likely a juryrigged piece to get attention to the shop. Gus smiled and nudged the officer.
"You're prolly right but there's an awful lot of ships out in the sky above and a whole lot more that used to be up there that just float or more sadly got stuck on a mudball and couldn't get back up again. If that was apart of a ship can only wonder where it went what was said through it and more importantly what do you think it's story is?"
The pilots all lowered their heads a moment almost in remembrance of the piece Gus smiled and started to head back to the ship when the shop owner gently grabbed his arm.
"Look and guess my friend!"
So Gus did he put down his groceries and picked up the rather small part and turned it over in his hands and after a minute he gently scraped off some rust and grinned like and idiot. He took another look just to be sure and thin back to the first ship he was on. He nodded and said.
"It's a Dragonfly intercom the serial number DFlY34003 gives it away no ship has a prefix like that and hey it also says private, ship wide, and engineering on it so a random guess."
The shop owner looked shocked and blinked Gus jut picked up his groceries and started off again he had to get back to the ship after all meat out in the air didn't mix well.
"Keep the credits pop it's a rare piece just treat it right." The shop keeper shook his head and the pilots had matching looks of puzzlement probably trying to think of the antique ship that most likely did not fly anymore anywhere. Gus went straight to the ship trying to make up time and over see the deliveries he made it to the ship with only a slight detour to look at a commercial liner docking and he was in the mess hall putting away the fresh foods. He straightened his bright green bowling shirt with an orange sun on the back. He stood out front and met the deliveries one by one overseeing the loading and striking up a conversation with the workers all the while.