The Writing Lab of Axel Cushing

 (Author's Note: this was inspired by a writing prompt on r/humansarespaceorcs .)      It's gotta be one of those days when you're just getting people asking you for stuff.  "Hey, buddy, can you spare a dimebag?"  "Pardon me, but do you have some spare change for the Ventrethi war orphans?"  But the day has officially hit the limit for unreasonable requests for me with this one.      "Hello, human.  Can I have a gun?"      I localize the speaker, looking down.  Rikki, young, female, probably from near The Tombs given the height and general stature.  Shorter and more frail than other members of her species.  Chronic malnutrition will do that to a person.  Just one more hard luck case in New Eden.  "And what, pray tell, makes you think I have a gun?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.  "More to the point, what makes you think I'm willing to part with one if I did have it?"    ...