Respond to Steve:"Actually, I was mostly interested in items like gas masks. I was mostly thinking of items of a defensive nature that were military grade, or at least as close as possible."
Make sure to grab a data pad loaded with relevant Wayfarer texts, documents, culture for this planet, things like that. Read them on the way down. And grab two of each kind of battle stim, just to have extra.
I believe I tried to address those extra battle stim things in the other thread.
And this, honestly.
For now, worry much less about culture and more on a plan to take the bank. You don't need to blend in seamlessly. We'll consider you get them, but I'm just telling you now that spending 10 turns reading through them most likely won't amount to much. This place is cosmopolitan enough that as long as you do your best to mimic what you see around you, you should pass completely unnoticed.
"Sky and Rookie, I need you to be more proactive this mission. Thomas is down in the dumps since his albino girl died, so you're what I've got. I'm joining but I want the scouting and most tasks to be done under your command and supervision. I'll probably get into the 'action' phase of the plan, but until then I wanna see how you deal with things." Milno explains before leaving and returning without his armor on, just a sun-deprived, pale-skinned young man. "Everyone sit tight, strap down and we'll get this done."
We're good to go. The mechanist glove also comes, hidden and disguised, if need be, even as a modern art piece.
Sun-deprived, pale skinned, yes, but heavily scarred too. Do not forget, Frankenstein, that you wear the past in fibrous pink gashes and puckered puncture wounds.
Regardless, lets get this underway, shall we?
The shuttle lifts off, sliding from the hanger and out in to weightlessness as it escapes the manipulator fields of the ship. You feel a sudden vertigo as gravity dissipates, a wave of dizziness washes over you and makes your eyes water. Your ears pop and then things are normal again, and your stomach is back in your chest and not crawling up your throat. The trip down is quiet, easy, even the entry is little more then a short period of vibration and the slow return of gravity.
When the ship finally settles to a halt and the rear doors open, it is to a blinding expanse of knee high grass. The grass, yellowish and serrated, gleams almost metallically in the light of an early sunrise. The clouds shine a milky red on the horizon, think walls of mountainous cumulonimbus foretelling rain for some region southward, toward the half obscured clay red disk of the sun. Across the dew coated grass, some 50 feet from the shuttle, was a larger, private but clearly civilian vessel: the lines of it were smoother, elongated for stylistic reasons more then aerodynamic considerations, and the white coloration of the ship made it look like some sort of bulbous, multi-lobed egg, struck through horizontally with dark blue racing stripes that ran from nose to tail. A side hatch is open on the civilian vessel and there is a man peering out from inside it.
"You the crew? I'm supposed to take you into the city. There are some clothes in the back. Get dressed."
And with that he disappears, headed toward the cockpit.
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