Ao
"Sure, why not. It's gonna be a while before I get another change."
Drink! Drink whatever mind expanding/altering liquids are available for synth people. But not so much that I cannot keep up coherent train of thought. And keep it under 10 credits if I have to pay my own drinks.
((Sarrak buddy, buy three clips for my rifle and one for my pistol will you? I'll pay back later 45C because now I'm gonna drink.))
(6) Wolf smirks at you and points his index and middle finger towards the barman. He pours two 100ml shots of vodka and places them on the carefully polished wood bar. Wolf pours his down the gullet in a smooth move and taps the glass with his ringed fingers. “Hell, if I was in your situation I’d be drinking all night. Scouting is one stressful job, you know. I worked with the guys in the council as merchants for years before we set flag here. Scouting was part of the job description and trading routes were still young then. We actually had to dig up the resources ourself...now they just pay starving people for the hard work. Those were tough times.” He sighs as you finish your shot. You feel a warm buzz as you willingly turn off the alcohol inhibitors. The bartender butts into the conversation like a fish across the face : “Don’t whine Wolf, you would’ve jumped on the opportunity too, scum.” Wolf responded with a laugh as the barman set another glass on the table for himself, he refilled them still looking at the ex-merchant. “Yes, I would have...too bad things didn’t work out.” You’re starting to think that the previous remark to bandits was aimed at the bartender. Wolf looks at you with a wide smile, you notice a silver tooth shining in the extremity of his mouth. “Don’t be shy now, they’re on him.” The bartender glares at Wolf with his mouth half-open, trying not to hurl a few insults out. “Just joking, jeez. I’m payin’” he pauses and tinkers with his sleeves. He looks at you again : “How did you end up here ? In the colony I mean.” You take the the glass and gulp it down.
Red tries to find batteries again, before heading back to the group.
(4) Growing frustrated you take the path that leads to the disposal outlets. Searching around the meter-thick cables that haven’t been touched in centuries you manage to find 2 portable batteries, they are dirty with black muck and rusty but after some tinkering with the interior cables you recognize that they are just few percentages away from 100% charged. Somebody probably had them stored for dark times and never lived enough to recover them.
Robb
"Allright. Three for assault rifle and sniper rifle, one for machine pistol, if I remember his guns correctly... Food and water for three days. 100 creds total, right?"
The woman nods and smiles. “Exactly.” she takes the resources from the racks and runs them through a tiny hand-scanner. She places them in a sturdy paper bag and hands them to you.
(-100 C)Tog looks at the guard and hops excitedly from foot to foot.
"Tog has work. Tog gets to help. Happy days, oh tall one. Can Tog help you too?"
Talk excitedly with guard
(6) The guard raises two heavy eyebrows and removes his hand from the jacket. “I -” you interrupt him eagerly and start a conversation on the morals of guard work and it’s benefits. “You talk true, small friend. There’s many things that are worth more in this life.” The guard leaves you with a discouraged look on his face. Somebody might just be quitting a job soon enough.
Buy 4 days worth of food and water. And 2 ammo clips for my pistol.
((How much money do we have))
(3) You find a tiny vendor tucked away in a small, run-down room. He greets you with a friendly wave, probably his first client in a long time. You manage to acquire what you came for.
(-60 C)Xilos:
"I'll keep that in mind. Business with you has often been profitable for us both. My name is Xilos shopkeep, I'll look forward to speaking with you when I return."
With that said, he would leave the shop after a polite goodbye. He would look for a terminal after remembering the details of how he had gotten into debt. It honestly wasn't his fault, he just hadn't managed to halt the virus' progress. Such was life occasionally. He just had two more stops to make. The first should be easy enough, he just needed to find a working terminal to wire the credits to Nelson the Tech. Once that was done, he would find a shop selling ammunition and buy seven clips for his pistol.
"N37N. Please change your name to Nato. Such is easier to remember. Are you capable of accepting verbal commands Nato?"
Find terminal and pay debts to Nelson. Find ammunition and shop and buy seven clips for the pistol. Preferably extended mag clips. Also, inform N37N that his new designation is Nato.
“Xilos ey?” The shopkeeper gives a modest smile and accompanies you to the door. “My name is Zlatomira Grozny. Be safe out there friend.” (2)You find a terminal just outside the building you were in, you insert your data and transfer 30C to Nelson. The machine beeps and spews the card out. “Invalid username. “Nelson” is not an active account within KA-W4RD. Please try again.” You slide the card out. Either the machine is broken, his name is not Nelson or the account was removed. You find a small weapon shop, Robb and Tim are already inside picking up their new acquisitions. The woman looks up at you at gives you a slight nod. “The more the merrier. What do you need ?” after showing her the pistols her face lights up and grabs some clips from behind a bunch of unmarked boxes. “Here, I had them left over from the last batch, didn’t expect anyone to buy them this cycle.”
The hologram cube’s surface flashes for a second with the words “Nato” before dimming again. “Understood. I do indeed take verbal commands.”
[-70 C]
(The team could be heading out after the next turn if everybody's up for it :3)
[Gave everyone x1 ammo, as per the gun/thing is fully loaded. Just so you don't happen to go in combat and hear *click click*]
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