Larisa

Larisa stepped through the mostly empty streets of the town. Around her were huts used by the local people. What she really needed was fuel, but she doubted that anyone here would have it, or maybe even know what it was she needed.

Walking through the mist, the found a merchant stall and approached. The person there had two wings folded at the back, but walked on two legs, looking almost half-grasshopper. Around him were spread pots and other containers with various mechanical devices and scrap.

"Do you sell fuel?" She asked him.

He clicked the mandibles in front of his face in response. Sighing, she pulled out her datapad and went to a picture of her ship. She pointed at it, then pointed up in the sky and put her arms in an X shape, hoping to make it clear she couldn't fly. Then, she pulled up a picture of a fuel cell and pointed to it, then another one that was a bit older. Who knows what they had on a planet like this. The hadn't even seen a hoverbike in town, much less a ship.

There were another couple of clicks from his mandibles, then he motioned for her to stay as he nodded.

"You have it!?" she asked, suprised. He nodded again, fluttering his wings slightly, and went inside the small building adjacent to the stalls out front.

Well, that was some unexpected fortune. She'd crash-landed on this planet and her ship's database showed that space travel was all but non-existent on it. For all she knew she was stuck until a trading vessel or something came by. On top of that, she was nowhere near a major city. The town here couldn't be more than a couple hundred people.

After a couple minutes, the merchant came back out holding a fuel cell. He pushed a button on the side and its power indicator lit up, showing about a 70% charge. Not half bad, and more than enough to get her to a nearby planet with more supplies. Bowing her thank you's to him, she pulled out the money she had. Three hundred should be more than enough.

To her suprise though, he shook his head and pointed at her side, to her pistol. She looked down at it, probably only worth two hundred, but also a lot more useful than cash. She weighed it for a minute before realizing she didn't really have a choice and took it out, handing it over. He shook his head again though, and pushed it away before pointing at her, her pistol, and then off in another direction, seemingly outside of town, before beckoning her to come inside the building.