Gilly Gugino wiped down her prep station for the third time that morning. The kitchen smelled like burnt oil and recycled air. She dreamed of cooking dishes no one in this sector had ever tasted. Legendary recipes from worlds she'd only seen on smugglers' data chips. But first, she needed to survive this shift. The back alley behind the restaurant was where the real work started. Gilly crouched beside a damaged cargo pod she'd bought off a salvage crew for half her savings. The sleek metal surface was cracked and dented from its crash through the atmosphere. She pried open a panel with her knife. Inside, crystalline minerals glinted in the dim light—cosmic seasoning that could transform ordinary food into something extraordinary. She scooped the minerals into glass jars, her hands steady despite her racing heart. This was the foundation. With these ingredients and her sketches for the Scurvy Kitchen, she could finally cook the legendary dishes that would make her name known across the galaxy. The pod groaned as she sealed the last jar. She stood, tucking the minerals into her belt pouch. Tomorrow she'd start building. Tonight, she had ingredients worth dreaming about. Two weeks later, Gilly found the underground market everyone warned her about. Sleek metallic tables hovered above the concrete floor, surrounded by gun-bots with red targeting lights. Merchants from distant systems spread rare spices and dried herbs across the floating surfaces. She approached a table displaying purple leaves that smelled like smoke and honey. The vendor stayed silent, watching her through dark goggles. Gilly pulled out three jars of the cosmic minerals. The vendor nodded and pushed a sealed container toward her. Inside were ingredients she'd only read about in the old recipe files. She made the trade without speaking. Her belt pouch grew heavier with each visit to the floating tables. The Scurvy Kitchen was taking shape in her mind, one rare ingredient at a time. Soon she'd have everything she needed to cook the legendary dishes that would change her life. The construction took three days. Gilly assembled the collapsible framework in an empty lot, her hands moving fast. The cybernetic panels locked together with metallic clicks. She installed the cooking surfaces and burners, testing each connection. The Scurvy Kitchen looked rough, like a shanty built from salvaged tech, but it was hers. She arranged her jars of cosmic minerals on the shelves. The rare spices from the market filled another row. She lit the first burner and watched the blue flame flicker to life. This kitchen would be where she mastered the legendary recipes. This was where her dream would begin.