The lines were longer than expected. It took a while to dock with the geosynchronous auction house, where robotic transports shuttled bidders to the main deck. The inner wall of the doughnut-shaped vessel displayed flashes of upcoming items; the outer gave the occupants a view of incoming ships.
Hun-Rey appreciated the attention to detail provided by the auctioneers. Disposable holovids of the major pieces, organic foods, and many intoxicating beverages–the house expected to pull in big numbers.
Most of the elite stopped by, pumping each other for inside information. Hun-Rey greeted each one, and divulged misinformation with a smile. He was a professional, a bidder with clairvoyance and charm.
A small bell tolled three times, and the auction began.
“Today we have a rarity. One certified dead world, with many antiquities intact. We will start with item one: a tubular underwater vehicle with all sixteen nuclear weapons unfired…”