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Post by The Governor on Feb 4, 2016 5:05:33 GMT
"Of course," Tallahn said to the spaceport official as she took his hand. She then removed the two pistols, and handed them with the handles forwards to the official. She said evenly, "You can keep these until we depart." She then nodded to the Miller, Kate, and Wirret. The doctor and the veteran immediately handed over their own weapons, and Tallahn hoped Wirret would do the same shortly.
Nyla then continued in a friendly tone, "I'm sorry if my appearance causes any alarm. Rest assured, this armour is not mainly for combat use. Its primary purpose is life support for members of my race. You see, my race, Dothvalians, need ultra-cold temperatures to survive. This armour circulates a constant stream of cryogenic over my body in a sealed environment, keeping me healthy in the hottest of places. I'm uncomfortable enough to wear this at 15 degrees Fahrenheit. Anything above 66 will kill me in a matter of minutes. It also has combat features, but you have my word I won't use them. Everyone else is human, hence their lack of armour. And the woman with the bag is only a doctor, with medicine in the bag." Tallahn then nodded to Wirret and added, "And this is Wirret. She only joined us a day ago, and she is a Wakuran. Once again, we seek no conflict, merely any honest work for a ship you may have. I simply have biological needs to attend, and the others weren't sure what to expect."
The captain then added finally, "If the armour still concerns you, I can remain on the ship while the others visit the spaceport."
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Post by Acruan on Feb 4, 2016 5:16:54 GMT
The Captain looked at the attendant briefly before saying, "Hello. I came here more interested in the tours, than in the... momentos. We can get ourselves in our usual equipment, though we would also like to rent proper gas masks." He looked at his team for a moment, "Also, would you be able to find us a good spot to watch the local raider clans contesting? We can pay some extra if required." The Loroi could only show the man a calm grin as he waited for the answer.
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Post by Cybernekit the Space Deity on Feb 4, 2016 7:10:56 GMT
Wirret quickly handed her gun over, still in its holster to avoid accidental discharges. She then turned her attention to the station around her,observing what there was to see. The fearful welcome they had received made her feel uncomfortable, though she tried not to show it too much.
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Post by Flatcaps on Feb 4, 2016 8:48:26 GMT
As the Renegade's Captain attempted to turn over her weapons to Lystir, he couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he pushed their arms away gently. "Hah! Oh-- Oh my, there's no need for that. Surely you'll understand that while there is little room for tolerance of firearm discrepancy here, it would be simply laughable to take away your weapons." For the added dramatic effect, he curled up her hand around her pistol's handle, gave it a small pat, and flashed a smile. "Simply be discreet, that is all I ask."
Inside the Souvenir kiosk, the attendant let out a depressed sigh in affirmation to the Loroi mariners before pounding commands into a battered cash register and taking out a chart written on a kind of artificial papyrus. "I had the intuition to think you would say that. I know a few lookout points, but again; survival is not guaranteed. With the guided tour and the collective rental of gear, the overall cost is fourteen-hundred Lumins, or three-hundred and fifty seven... Moneys? What do you call your currency?"
Meanwhile, up in the tower, the estranged Warden Ritzen sat proudly at his desk, setting a record for the amount of ships coming in for the day. He tuned the tower frequencies to the incoming arkship, and spoke into his microphone. "This is Kordun Spaceport, requesting identification and credentials." |
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Post by Asriel Dreemurr on Feb 4, 2016 10:34:54 GMT
"This is the Spear of Adun(yes, it survived Tau Volantis), and we are affiliated with the Eldari Protectorate. This ships is loaded with solarite."
The ship then awaited a response.
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Post by Cybernekit the Space Deity on Feb 4, 2016 15:14:59 GMT
Arriving at the planet was a single Demekarisian Frigate, a rather small and puny scouting vessel that was exploring uncharted space for things of interest. It belonged to the Bexin Family, a powerful group who were largely sending out fleets to find anything of interest that could help them right off enemies.
Finding the station, the vessel sent down a message in their native language, hoping to elicit a response which they could translate.
"This is a scouting Frigate of the great Bexin Family, requesting permission to dock and check out the joint."
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Post by Acruan on Feb 4, 2016 19:59:43 GMT
Inside the Souvenir kiosk, the attendant let out a depressed sigh in affirmation to the Loroi mariners before pounding commands into a battered cash register and taking out a chart written on a kind of artificial papyrus. "I had the intuition to think you would say that. I know a few lookout points, but again; survival is not guaranteed. With the guided tour and the collective rental of gear, the overall cost is fourteen-hundred Lumins, or three-hundred and fifty seven... Moneys? What do you call your currency?" " We use standard Acruani Credits, but that seem reasonable enough." The Loroi reached into his pocket pulling what seemed to be a card from a deck of cards. The card, like the other ones that were with it, were transparent with what seemed to be some blue circuits in them. It was also light-weight, water-proof, fire-proof, EMP-proof, fool-proof and best of all, it was malleable! He passed the card over the watch in his wrist, which beeped as he said, " Transfer three-hundred fifty-seven credits to card." He then handed the card to the attendant, " Here you go, contact any Acruani if you with to exchange it for goods." He nodded briefly before saying, " Don't worry about our survival, we can take care of ourselves. How long do we have until we leave? We have to get properly geared and, eat rations soon as well." |
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Post by The Governor on Feb 4, 2016 20:08:57 GMT
"Of course," Tallahn said as she returned her weapons to their holsters. "I'm looking forward to the visit here. Anything about the planet you can recommend?"
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Post by Flatcaps on Feb 13, 2016 22:49:57 GMT
The Attendant looked with confusion at the Loroi Captain and his crew. "Oh? I reckon I can wait a while more, but it'll be a couple hours before me make it to the daily grudge on time, and it's better to prepare yourselves now rather than later. I will let you take your pick and size you for masks. Just keep in mind; if any of these weapons or masks are lost, it'll be coming out of your pockets." The attendant pulled a large vertical drawer out from the wall beside him, and a shining armory was made apparent. The entire wall was adorned with weapons of all kinds; as the choices were obvious, the kinds of weapons hardly varied from each other apart from in mechanics and looks. The selection included a variety of bolt-action rifles, long and short alike with varying degrees of complexity, as well as a selection of pistols and submachine guns, each one different in style but serving a similar function. At the bottom racks, there were different kinds of full-sized machine guns as well, designed to be carried by one man each; the difference they held from the rest of the weapons was that they were locked behind metal cases and padlocks. The top shelf was nothing special-- Just a vast variety of gas-masks.
Lystir was vexed by the question, but it wasn't one he could answer. "To be honest, there is not much to do at this spaceport. You could talk to some of the people around the terminal, or explore the surface. Other than that, I suppose the bar may have the information you're looking for. Forgive me, but I must go. Stay safe." Again, he disappeared behind a corner as he did before.
Up in the tower, Ritzen nodded as he thought of what to tell the ship next. "Thank you, Spear of Adun. Fly by at 1600 meters and land on runway one."
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