(I am a bit tired, but really need to get another post up. Forgive me, again!)
Two men get up with their own words of thanks, leaving one after the other through the loud doors.
"You sure are skilled at scaring away paying costumers..." The bartender states, wiping a wet rag across the vacant parts of the bar.
Selv Akkerson remained, checking over himself. He briefly manages to make contact with Major Tom using his music player, but otherwise finds himself without comms. He quickly asks the bartender and is given directions to a public comms room upstairs, which he is free to use.
After finding the simple staircase leading to the rooms at the tavern, Selv finds the room directed and opens the much quieter non-automatic style door to the comms room. It is rather dark, with a single metallic chair surrounded by a large structure filled with blinking lights, levers, dials, and other mechanical parts. He puts in the comms information of the sheriff, moving several dials to the correct frequency and pushing the correct buttons. A slightly staticy voice of a young sounding man picks up.
"*garbled* County sheriff's office, whatchya got?"
Selv then asks about the outlaw.
"You going after him? I know a bit. They sent his file over the comms. Not my bounty, his home planet wants him. What do you want to know?"
***
Outside the bar, Desim Selebus and Everett Owen see the same scene Jean saw. Of course, the sign now read "TIME TO NEXT STORM: 3:12:44", but otherwise the town changed little.
They immediately split up, walking in opposite directions through the town.
Desim Selebus passes dozens of buildings, still almost identical aside from the bright lights showing what the building is. Not much interesting happens, not many people out. The heat is a bit annoying, but just this short trip outside is nothing for a Frontiersman. He eventually finds another job, outside a restaurant specializing in sandwiches, and again outside a restaurant specializing in pizza. They are both the same thing, both with small rewards. Find what happened to their exotic cheese shipments!
Meanwhile, Leon Khai had started is own wondering down a much different path. He had gotten further than anyone else, having started before them, but otherwise has a similar story. The buildings might very well be sand dunes, if not for the lights. Similarly, he hears several restaurants paying small sums to figure out what happened to their precious cheese. He overhears some more interesting job offers given to other Frontiersman, but when he confronts the offer-er for more information he is always turned down. They say he is an unknown, and they don't want his death on their soul. They say he can come back when he proved himself more.
He gets one more offer that he can accept. "Oh, you are looking for a job, eh son? I got one. Got one just for you~!" An elderly man wearing a blue bath robe offers from inside his doorway. While saying that, he reveals his wrinkled shoulder, wiggles his eyebrows, and curls his fingers saying "Come in".
Everett Owen makes it through the town that you know the rest. He easily finds the dock, after a good amount of walking. Giant sand-shields, often covered in their own personal dunes, block off the sensitive equipment of the ships without blocking off the top. They need somewhere to escape, after all. He enters easily enough, finding several "posse members" with shotguns or revolvers walking around the entrances. When asked about the sheriff, they say he just left to take a comm call and will be back soon.
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