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[Sarrak]

"So, what about slightly lower price and a few drinks in the bar on my side to celebrate your farewell to this ship?", - proposed Raskar, seemingly happy with a view, but not too enraptured to forget about trying to save a bit of his hard-earned money.

[Jboy2000000]

Ship Captain
The ship captain sighed and looked over at the ship. "Im sorry, I don't even want to sell my ship, so Im not going to budge from my price, but if you buy me a drink Ill take off however much the drink costs from the ship's cost."

[Sarrak]

"Deal. I feel sorry for your situation, but can't help myself - I always dreamed about starflight and now, thanks to you, it would be possible."

Finalize our agreement, pay - and go for a drink.

[Jboy2000000]

Ship Captain
He sighs and takes the credits. "I think Ill skip the drink and wait and see how long it takes for my wife to bitch at me for selling it." He hands him the starter keycard.

-750 credits.

New Ship;
What would you like to name your ship?

The ship is a worn green colour, its a small two person vessel, which does have a weapon system, but it has to used be the second person, so whoevers flying doesn't need to focus on shooting.

Condition; 97%

Systems;
Nav System.
Computing System.
Weapons System.

Weapons;
None.

[Kilojoule Proton]

Look for employment at factory.

[Sarrak]

Ship Light Bringer. Hm... Lasers...

Now that the ship is mine, to the job agency. Maybe someone needs newborn captain of interstellar courier?

[mastahcheese]

Head to the job agency

[Jboy2000000]

Pazmu

Once in the factory one of the workers signal the factory foreman.
Foreman
"Hey mack, what'cha want? ... A job? Well, we ain't hirin' right now, so's if you wants to make some credits, you gonna have to bring us scrap metal. 10 credits for one armful of metal."

Raskar

A human women at the job agency smiles politely at him, a shiny nameplate on her chest saying "Linda."
Linda
"Hello sir, how may I help you today?"

Cromwell

The man working at the job agency smiles at him when he walks in, the nametag on his chest saying "Morgan F."
Morgan
"Hello sir, lookin' for a job today?"

[mastahcheese]

"Yes, what do you have?"

[Jboy2000000]

Morgan
"Lets see, its slim-pickin's right now, so let me look..." The 3D computer screen pops up in front of his face and he uses his finger to navigate the windows. "Alright, right now we have... Doctor, military, space charter, and stripper." He does his best look into Cromwell's eyes with a straight face. "So... Wanna be a stripper." With that Morgan quickly loses his shit.

[mastahcheese]

Cromwell stares intently back at the man.
"Space Charter"

[Jboy2000000]

Morgan
He sighs and shakes his head. "I guess you ain't a joking man." He writes a few things down. "Alright, I need the specs on your ship if you're going to be a charter."

[mastahcheese]

((...Dang it, I don't have one.))

"I assumed the assignment would provide me a ship for the duration. In that case, Military."

[Jboy2000000]

Morgan
"Well they will, but they just like it if captains have their own ship. Still want to join the military, or want me to refer you to where you can pick up a ship with the charters?"

[mastahcheese]

"Refer me for the Charters."