Part 8.1, The shadow and the flame.
"For a one lost in shadows a flame to follow must be given."
"Welcome on board to the legendary Bazaar of Stars, mister Arrow! I am Osman Sandatüruk you spoke earlier with", said the big man who had personally came to welcome the nervous coffee trader.
"The hangar dressing rooms are over there if you would like to change your outfit", Sandatüruk said to Zeck who had just stepped out of his ship and was still wearing his action worn pilot jumpsuit.
"I'm a busy man, mister Sanda... I'm sorry, what was your name again?"
"Sandatüruk. And yes, I know you are a most busy man; trading, fighting the mantis and solving issues in personal life keep you in a constant move, right?"
"What do you refer to with that last part, the personal life stuff?"
"I hope not to upset you in any way. It is only a part of my responsibilities to gather basic intelligence of our associatives", Sandatüruk answered.
"Ok. Can we now get to the proposition you talked about earlier?"
"You know, I too am a busy man, just like you. In my opinion we two are too busy, so all I'm asking for you is to take a half an hour pause from all the hustle around you. My days consist of endless meetings and negotiations that are of a more formal kind, so I thought I would take this one a little bit easier, more like relaxation."
"What do you mean by that?" Zeck asked with growing suspicion about the whole thing being a trap waiting to be triggered.
"Well, firstly, I would like to taste some samples of your products. I assume - I hope you brought some with you?"
"Naturally. I carry a good variety of samples where ever I fly."
"Secondly, I'm asking you to take part in my favourite pass time as we discuss more."
"That pass time being...?"
"Target shooting."
"Target shooting?"
"Yes! This old wreckage of ship carries a shooting range of old times within it, among many other things. It's not a virtual simulation, it's all real, and guess what? I have a collection of old handguns, and when I say old I mean gun powder technology."
"I don't know, I'm not so interested in such a hobby."
"Well, you don't have to shoot, but as my guest I insist you to come along."
"Ok then."
Despite the laser burns he got to his jacket in V2 from the authorities hand lasers, Zeck changed to his casual outfit and they headed for the lower level of the ship where the shooting range was located.
On the way there they took a brief passage along the famous merchant alley that ran split through the long ship. The floor of the bazaar was covered by desert sand as if the whole place was on Earth or similar planet surface.
The air was full of music, chatting, sounds of various mammals, birds and other animals that most people thought would be already vanished from all the life bearing planets, loud shouts of merchants and customers bargaining and haggling, chimes of cash registers, electronic sounds from droids and technical devices, disharmoned singing from karaoke system's loudspeaker, humming of live fires and whoosh of steam.
The air itself was a kaleidoscope of odors; spices, raw fish, ripe fruits and vegetables, incense, animal excrement, aromas from street kitchens, tobacco, parfumes, swet, alcohol, smell of heatened metal
and burning coal from blacksmith's workshop, chilling odor of wet clay sprinkled from potter's wheel, tar, paint, thinner, stench of tripe aside the butchers table and blood on it, smother of electronics being soldered, smell of dust baked by the sun light directed inside the ship through the alley wide windowed roof high abowe, tee, coffee and many many more.
What a sight it was! There was a market for every possible article you could name, well, maybe not for the illegal ones such as slaves, but most likely you could buy just anything from this alley.
Sandatüruk led Zeck to a side door and out of the merchant alley to the stairs to the lower level. After the lively bazaar atmosphere it was suddenly calm in the corridor. The paint on the walls looked old and time-worn. Bazaar of Stars had to be hundreds of years old vessel and some of it's inhabitants must have lived their whole life there. Some families had lived there for generations. It was a world of it's own, gathering cultural influences from every human culture imagined, some of which had already ceased to exist, some of which were only about to bloom. It was no luxory ship with sterile facade and interior, but a ship full of life, not only life that's fresh and vigorous but also the rusty, decaying and moldy side of life.
"For a one lost in shadows a flame to follow must be given."
"Welcome on board to the legendary Bazaar of Stars, mister Arrow! I am Osman Sandatüruk you spoke earlier with", said the big man who had personally came to welcome the nervous coffee trader.
"The hangar dressing rooms are over there if you would like to change your outfit", Sandatüruk said to Zeck who had just stepped out of his ship and was still wearing his action worn pilot jumpsuit.
"I'm a busy man, mister Sanda... I'm sorry, what was your name again?"
"Sandatüruk. And yes, I know you are a most busy man; trading, fighting the mantis and solving issues in personal life keep you in a constant move, right?"
"What do you refer to with that last part, the personal life stuff?"
"I hope not to upset you in any way. It is only a part of my responsibilities to gather basic intelligence of our associatives", Sandatüruk answered.
"Ok. Can we now get to the proposition you talked about earlier?"
"You know, I too am a busy man, just like you. In my opinion we two are too busy, so all I'm asking for you is to take a half an hour pause from all the hustle around you. My days consist of endless meetings and negotiations that are of a more formal kind, so I thought I would take this one a little bit easier, more like relaxation."
"What do you mean by that?" Zeck asked with growing suspicion about the whole thing being a trap waiting to be triggered.
"Well, firstly, I would like to taste some samples of your products. I assume - I hope you brought some with you?"
"Naturally. I carry a good variety of samples where ever I fly."
"Secondly, I'm asking you to take part in my favourite pass time as we discuss more."
"That pass time being...?"
"Target shooting."
"Target shooting?"
"Yes! This old wreckage of ship carries a shooting range of old times within it, among many other things. It's not a virtual simulation, it's all real, and guess what? I have a collection of old handguns, and when I say old I mean gun powder technology."
"I don't know, I'm not so interested in such a hobby."
"Well, you don't have to shoot, but as my guest I insist you to come along."
"Ok then."
Despite the laser burns he got to his jacket in V2 from the authorities hand lasers, Zeck changed to his casual outfit and they headed for the lower level of the ship where the shooting range was located.
On the way there they took a brief passage along the famous merchant alley that ran split through the long ship. The floor of the bazaar was covered by desert sand as if the whole place was on Earth or similar planet surface.
The air was full of music, chatting, sounds of various mammals, birds and other animals that most people thought would be already vanished from all the life bearing planets, loud shouts of merchants and customers bargaining and haggling, chimes of cash registers, electronic sounds from droids and technical devices, disharmoned singing from karaoke system's loudspeaker, humming of live fires and whoosh of steam.
The air itself was a kaleidoscope of odors; spices, raw fish, ripe fruits and vegetables, incense, animal excrement, aromas from street kitchens, tobacco, parfumes, swet, alcohol, smell of heatened metal
and burning coal from blacksmith's workshop, chilling odor of wet clay sprinkled from potter's wheel, tar, paint, thinner, stench of tripe aside the butchers table and blood on it, smother of electronics being soldered, smell of dust baked by the sun light directed inside the ship through the alley wide windowed roof high abowe, tee, coffee and many many more.
What a sight it was! There was a market for every possible article you could name, well, maybe not for the illegal ones such as slaves, but most likely you could buy just anything from this alley.
Sandatüruk led Zeck to a side door and out of the merchant alley to the stairs to the lower level. After the lively bazaar atmosphere it was suddenly calm in the corridor. The paint on the walls looked old and time-worn. Bazaar of Stars had to be hundreds of years old vessel and some of it's inhabitants must have lived their whole life there. Some families had lived there for generations. It was a world of it's own, gathering cultural influences from every human culture imagined, some of which had already ceased to exist, some of which were only about to bloom. It was no luxory ship with sterile facade and interior, but a ship full of life, not only life that's fresh and vigorous but also the rusty, decaying and moldy side of life.