The door slide halfway open. I pushed it the rest of the
way and entered the shop. It managed to shut of its own accord after I was through.
The red wind continued to blow outside and, looking around, I saw that the
aging prefab building did little to protect things from the refuse of industry;
everything in the shop had a rust-red tint. I declined to remove my respirator.
I didn’t recognize the proprietor’s species; nor did I
speak his language. Fortunately, he had a small droid that was able to translate.
Turned out he didn’t have the part.
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