SBC Radio One: Repairs

[Osilon]

"I can transfer coolant from somewhere else aboard. Or, rather, Octavia can. If you'll follow me up to the studio, I've got some credits already set out."
Beckoning Eva along, the two came to an elevator, and within minutes they were on the upper levels of the ship, within the soundproof room Scratch used to record her regular shows. Stacks of paper sat upon various desks, and on the one console in the room, the picture of Eva from her rather straightforward transmission still sat- which Scratch noticed and closed within a few seconds, though not invisible to a keen eye.
"Now...here we are." Scratch muttered, drawing a chip from under a pile of junk. "A good six million credits should suffice. Oh, and here..." She reached over, picking up a disk and placing it in Eva's hand. "This is all the dubstep i'm not allowed to play on the radio. For...various reasons. You can have it, consider it a gift. It should play in any standard communications matrix."
With a slight smile, she leaned back on the desk.
"I don't know what i would've done, should you have not come along. You're a lifesaver, Evangeline McDowell."

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.

[Bazza]

I've been called a lot of things in my life but it's the first time I've been labelled a lifesaver.

Evangeline slides the disc and credit chip into one of her pockets. She glides her hands over her jeans, inspecting her belt to ensure its contents are correct and accounted for.

Right. We'd better round up my boys and make sure they leave with empty pockets. Then show me out.

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