I’m usually an even-tempered person.
What? Stop joking, you say? You think so? No, really, I am guys. It’s a different story while in the middle of a job because usually, I got pirates aiming to take my life. But I don’t easily get mad with people I’ve become close to. But when it comes to people I’m unfamiliar with, like a store clerk or a ticket seller, I’ll just act like normal and won’t be all confrontational.
Of course, this depends on the attitude of the other party as well. For example, I didn’t feel like acting polite toward that government official who was in charge of Mimi’s debt or that port officer who put me in detention back on Termaine Prime.
There’s also the saying ‘Rich folk don’t get into fights.’ back where I’m from. It’s a saying that basically means that rich people are aware they won’t gain any money by getting into fights, so better not get into one in the first place. Well, the nuance is a bit different, but I’m basically a rich guy now, so I wanna spend my time as peacefully as possible, at least when I’m not on the job. That’s what I thought. But…
“You think I can still let this slide just like that? No way, man! I’m done!”
I think I’ve been patient enough, really. There’s the unauthorized scanning, them crowding around the docks right in front of my ship while making a huge racket, and them calling me out here so early in the morning. There’s also the saying ‘Stroke the face of a Buddha three times, and his anger will be roused.’ No, that actually doesn’t mean you can only forgive three times, but a warning so people are reminded not to go too far. But in this case, I’ll go with the ‘three times’ interpretation. So bite me.
“Um…… We’re really sorry.”
Sara was currently kneeling in seiza in front of me. Yep. She was kneeling directly on the floor of the garage smeared with oil and grunge. The one right next to her was the chief engineer and overseer of their workshop. And behind them was the dwarf woman who hit me like a dead ball earlier, and the other dwarf woman who f***in threw her at me. I also had all the other engineers and mechanics kneel behind them.
“Hey, I’m your client, right? We did undergo some back and forth, but in the end, I still bought the latest model of your ship without much fuss, so I should be a valuable client now, right? Is repeatedly inconveniencing and even injuring a valued client Space Dwerg’s modus operandi? Or maybe it’s just how you dwarves do things? Is calling out a customer this early in the morning only to let him eat a dead ball your idea of manners or something? Huh? C’mon, say something!”
“T-That w-was never our intention……”
Sara looked up at me with a teary-eyed expression.
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t give me that, lady. I’m the one who wants to cry here. And don’t you think the sight of a human-like me looking down on a dwarf lady as she kneels on the floor while crying may give others the worst impression possible? It’s like I’m the villain now even though I’m actually the victim here, so stop.”
Yeah. This situation really paints me in a bad light if a random stranger happens to pass by without knowing what’s up.
“Anyway, holding you up like this without getting any work done is inefficient and doesn’t do me any good either. First, just get back to work. If you do a sloppy job, you better believe I’m gonna chase you all down to the ends of the galaxy and crush you to a pulp, so you better shape up, y’hear. Don’t just get caught up with analyzing tech and properly overhaul my ship. And be quick about it. Alright, scram.”
After my rant, the rest of the dwarven engineers and mechanics went back to work except for Sara, the chief engineer, and the dead-ball sisters, who were still kneeling in seiza.
“So, next up is you guys……”
I glared at Sara with a scowl on my face.
“I won’t tell you guys what to do in order to make it up to me. I’ll leave that up to you. I’ll have you show me just how sincere you are in apologizing for all the crap I’ve been put through this far.”
“Hyesh……”
Sara nodded while crying sorrowfully. The chief engineer also nodded with a pale face. The dead-ball sisters already went past being deathly pale, but that’s not my problem.
“For now, just continue the overhaul. But we’ll put purchasing the Skizbrazunil on hold for now. I’ll decide whether or not to go through with it depending on how you’ll compensate me. You’re fine with that, right? Oh, and I’m putting the purchase on hold, but I won’t tolerate something like stretching out the deadline for delivery. You guys understand, right?”
“Hyesh……”
Sara nodded weakly once more. I checked my Enel balance and handed 10,000,000 Enels as down payment, which is half the 20 million we initially agreed upon. The remaining 10,000,000 will be handed to them if there are no glaring flaws with the final article.
Of course, if I don’t find the ship to my liking, the 10 million will be refunded to me in full. If Space Dwerg fails to satisfy me, they’d have to shove a fully customized latest edition of Skizbrazunil back to their inventory without getting rewarded for all the work they put into it. Since it’s such a large ship, leaving it parked inside their facility would incur additional costs to the company until they somehow manage to dispose of it. They can’t just use the public docks after all. So who exactly will take the fall if that ever happened, I wonder? Muahahaha!
I’m sure they’ll be pretty desperate after this hehehe.
“Okay. Discussion’s over. I’m looking forward to how exactly Space Dwerg and you dwarves will show your sincerity. Depending on the results, I may leave this colony straight away once the overhaul of my ship gets finished. I’m still a Gold-ranked mercenary y’know. You at least have an idea of what will happen when someone like me decides to use… a more forceful approach, right? I’m not all that bad with firefights just so you know.”
I had my guard down earlier, so I ended up eating that dead-ball full on. Well, of course, I didn’t have my guard up. I wasn’t expecting to get assaulted like that just for visiting a ship workshop after all. I mean, that’s just common sense.
“Yes… We will do our best to give you proper accounting and satisfy your demands.”
“I hope so, Sara-san. I hope so.”
I then turned my back on her and walked out of the workshop. I was initially planning on looking for power armor weapons and some sightseeing after finishing my business here, but I don’t really feel like it anymore. Let’s just go back.
Or rather, why the heck did they even call me over in the first place? And they even wanted to capture me. What the heck? I even ate a dead ball and got injured. I have to give myself credit for not drawing my laser gun and going nuts after all that’s happened. I mean seriously, man. Sheesh.
“Shall I massacre all the dwarves, Master?”
“It’s fine, May. It’s fine.”
After getting back and telling the girls what happened, May made a dangerous proposal with a blank expression. When she heard I ended up getting injured after inconveniencing me so early in the morning, she got really angry, which was obvious even with her usual blank look. Well, it’s not like she was planning on seriously killing them anyway… She’s not, right? Oh boy.
“I don’t understand why you had to go through that though, Hiro-sama…”
“So they wanted to secure the pilot, huh……”
Mimi was confused after hearing my story. Yeah, I don’t get it either. Why’d I need to eat a dead ball first thing in the morning anyway? I looked toward Elma and found her deep in thought. Does she have an idea about what happened?
“Have you thought of something?”
“Those dwarves may have deduced how you’ve been using the ship’s thrusters to make those unorthodox maneuvers after taking Krishna apart. Yes, that’s most likely it.”
“But the data pertaining to that is locked though?”
“They must have deduced it by checking out the thrusters directly. Dwarves have the uncanny ability to make detailed observations regarding the state of metal alloys and the like. They can ‘read’ metals much like how people and elves read books. So even if they don’t have access to the data, they’ll be able to deduce how unique and unordinary your maneuvers are just by ‘reading’ the state of the thrusters.”
“Reading the state of metals huh……”
May connected to the net and searched for information. She then nodded as if convinced of Elma’s conjecture.
“But why’d they want to capture me though? They can just use their own test pilots.”
“Engineers have this tendency to compete with each other in securing competent test pilots you see. It may have been a conditioned reflex.”
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