"No need to worry though we'll make it" Klein assured him.
"If you say so, I guess, I'm still not sure on everything though. But aside from that what are your actual plans for the future?" Bjorn asked.
As they talked Klein guided Bjorn to his work table. "Plans? All we have to do is leave as soon as possible. As soon as we leaves the atmosphere of Utopium-042 we'll be free. Free to do whatever we want to do in the vast galaxy."
"You're telling me that I'm risking my life for you to have no plan??" Bjorn stressed.
"Don't worry Bjorn,everything will be good once we leave and while there is no concrete plan. I have ideas for what we'll do"
The shack lit up as the sun rose further and they went over their plans and hopes for the future. Soon they'd be able to move forward with their lives.
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In a brightly lit conference room belonging to the Free Trade Planet Association.
A diverse group sat at the conference table. Bjorn's higher ups were going over his report and many others. Pictures and holograms of various crimes and suspects were littered around the room.
Colonel Briggs sat in his chair holding a screen-pad displaying various stats and pictures. Briggs was a large man of similar stature to Bjorn. He wore nothing but a suit of body armor and a pair of standard issue pants given to every soldier.
"Have we caught that rat yet?" His gruff voice spread across the room.
"Who? The boy with the smoke bombs?" One of his subordinates asked.
"Yeah him, for the past few months he's been ramping up his looting and although we could let it slide before. As it stands now we need to hold him accountable for his theft." Briggs continued.
"Speaking of, Bjorn's performance on this case has been subpar at best." Another subordinate added. His sleazy eyes smiling as he spoke.
"True" another added "He seems to be either in really bad condition or he let the rat go on--"
"Don't say something you might regret soldier. Accusing Bjorn of treason without proof is unreasonable." Briggs cut in.
"There's no need to get worked up. Send someone to keep an eye on Bjorn." He continued. "The truth will be exposed sooner or later"
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Back in Klein's house.
"Listen man, things are looking up. All we're missing is that processor and I'll find it by tomorrow. Now I hope you brought what you promised." Klein said.
"I did, though it took a lot more than I thought" Bjorn sighed.
"That's great! Thank you man, you know this wouldn't be possible without you." Klein beamed.
Leaning back in his chair Bjorn took something out of his jacket pocket. A screen-pad appeared in his hands and as he set it on the table a holographic image emerged from it. The hologram was of a map, specifically it was a map of a warehouse in the slums of Utopium-042.
"The ship we're aiming for is in this warehouse. It's a middle-class freighter with outdated equipment, which is why it's in that warehouse." Bjorn explained.
"So it's a fixer upper then" Klein mused outloud.
"Be serious, Klein." Bjorn reprimanded. "Anyway, security isn't all that tight around it. There is a squad stationed there for security, but between us I could probably delay them long enough for you to hijack the ship. My position will help."
"Great, as soon as I find that chip we'll sneak in and take that ship for ourselves. I'll name it the Klein Go" He boasted.
"The ship has a name Klein. It's called the Star Wanderer." Bjorn retorted.
"Not as good as the Klein Go" Klein muttered.
"Apparently it was used as an exploration vessel by the Association years ago but has since been grounded." Bjorn spoke as he stood up. He walked toward the door and before leaving said "Get ready Klein. Now is when it gets real. We're at the endgame"
"Don't worry Bjorn. I know"
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Night fell as Klein once again left home. He had worked on some gadgets and slept before heading out. Now that he rested his energy was surging. With his goal this close Klein felt extremely confident but also deeply insecure. In his mind he understood that he'd done all he could to prepare but his heart raced outside of his chest the closer he got to his dreams. As he walked fear and nervousness attacked Klein. Taking deep breaths he tried to calm himself.
Emotions were running high but he knew that calmness was necessary. If Klein let his emotions overtake him he would make a mistake no matter how prepared he was. Over the course of his walk Klein's emotions stilled. His thoughts, movements, and actions all became heavily calculated and cold. His demeanor completely different from how he usually appeared.
Finally reaching his destination Klein stood completely calm. His eyes sharper than they ever were as Klein looked around for guards or defenses around another landfill. Carefully sneaking under a section of the fence Klein now stood inside a huge landfill. As far as he could see there were hills of discarded electronics. 'My personal treasure trove' he thought 'This time I'll find it'
Hours passed as Klein dug through garbage, taking apart various devices and looking for a chip powerful enough to do what he needed it to. As he was contemplating leaving and calling it, something stood out in the corner of his eye. A discarded android lay there, its body in bad condition with wires and machinery leaking from its wounds. Going up to it Klein realized that this is what he needs. The androids brain was a very powerful processing chip and if they left it behind he could modify it to his liking and achieve his goal.
Only one problem remained, this was essentially dooming the android to die. Although it had already been discarded and its body seemed to be broken. If he took it's chip he would be truly destroying its consciousness. 'Well that's only if they left the chip' Klein mused as he came closer to inspect its head.