No One Can Hear You Scream

When he finally won back his prize, Dex immediately withdrew from the table. He rakishly reslung his blaster as the buxom android cashed him out, then stuck the thing defiantly under his arm, and  tossed the blonde bot a 25-credit token. 

Captain Dexter strode quickly across Barataria Station to the docking bays. Inside the Antigonish, he punched an unseen button on a console in his bunk and gingerly slipped it into the compartment which slid open. 

He went about his preflight checks, whistling. Once done, he returned to it, hungrily.

It was a jubilee melon. Priceless amongst the pirates and smugglers in this sector. Dex smiled thinking again of the blonde and slipped the rest of his booty from his pressure suit and set them beside the watermelon: a carving knife and a tube of petroleum jelly.

It was a long, lonely trek across the Sirius cluster to Beta Crateris.