Every Recruit Surrendered Their Arms at the Door, but Hers Filled Several Carts | HFY Stories

Every Recruit Surrendered Their Arms at the Door, but Hers Filled Several Carts | HFY Stories Every recruit who enters the great trading city of Fessendar surrenders their arms at the gate. A knife here, a sidearm there, a neat brass chit, and off they go. Then Fiona Finnegan, a cheerful red-haired human with goggles on her head and a very long line of carts behind her, rolls up and announces that she brought everything. The gate sergeant has faced fourteen battles. The feathered inspector has never lost an argument. The scanner operator, a gentle llama-like Fulloq, has never heard his machine scream before. Five hundred and twelve items later, they have catalogued a cast iron skillet, a boomerang-style flying disc, a sourdough starter with big ambitions, four kites, a ham radio, a beekeeper's suit, and a set of bagpipes that the scanner calls a sonic area denial weapon. #HFY #SciFiStory #Deathworlder #HumansAreWeird #WholesomeSciFi #AlienMarket #FunnyHFY #SciFiNarration #ScienceRealm #SpaceComedy