"Many Gratitudes," Baltaar shifts mood seamlessy, "You are a most valuble employee."

Reflexively, the out-fitter juts his jaw and sets his head, "All Right Commander, you'll have your cargo," the out-fitter sneers, "I'll pool everybody and work double-and-a half. But you'll get your cargo."

The out-fitter narrows his eyes, "I am under-manned now, the processing is labor intense."

Baltaar seems to shrug, "I should have placed my hire on mercenaries, my money might have been better spent."

"Perusal? Douse Perusal," Baltaar counters with a sly grin, "I mean enough for a shipment," Baltaar open his hand generously, "A small shipment; any shipment will do."

"Stabalized, Transport;" Baltaar makes a fist in front of himself as a new idea comes on, "Tell me this; How much tyliu can you produce in the stabilized form?"

"Stabalized Tylium?" the out-fitter conjectures, "Commander, if we work directly on it, we can produce a sample large enough for your perusal."

Baltaar replies, "The Universe abounds in difficutly."

"Well this wasn't funny," the out-fitter reiterates, "That tylium was so pure that it wanted to volatize just bringing it up."

"If you'd realized that, I might not have a crew waylaid by side-flash," Baltaar says.

"Commander, this stuff was so pure, it was nearly crystalline," the out-fitter paces, "The Astral-Chemist found a way to liquefy it before we brought it out."

"How resourceful," Baltaar smiles thinly.

The out-fitter shrugs,"Once on the surface, from there, we ran the right processes on it to stabilize it for transport."

"Improvisiation, funny you should mention that," the out-fitter replies cavalierly, "Your high-grade tylium required a spot of it."

"With the quality of your tylium," the out-fittter chorts, "You'd better have more than a few tricks up your sleeve."

"Worry not," Baltaar reassures him, "Improvisation is the litter-whelp of necessity."

The out-fitter says non-chalantly, "The quality is enough for you to stake your claim."

Baltaar looks at him with an up-raised brow, "Our proceedings are not covered by the Stellar Treaty of Claims."

"How misfortunate," the out-fitter replies.

"How-ever, I do appeal to a principle of Star-Common Law," Baltaar announces.

"Of course," the out-fitter figures, "Occupation is three-forths of possesion."

"More Common than that," Baltaar counters.

"How is that?' the out-fitter asks with surprise.

"A most common founding principle," Baltaar replies smugly, "Finders Keeper; Losers Weeper."

The out-fitter chooses his words, "Your tylium being in an ultra-pure state is proving to be problematical."

"I find anything ultra-pure is usually problematical," Baltaar scoffs.