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[adwarf]

"I'm ready to get this started, its been a while since I got to punch someone."

[Ozarck]

Scowling, Dester mutters to himsle, loud enough for others to hear, "Civic defender level beat cops and ubiquitous, powerful organized crime. We are so screwed.


Dester dresses, and is ready.

[Gentlefish]

Ryan pats Dester's shoulder once. "Kid, we've been screwed since we were aboard."

"Ready to go when you guys are. No use in standing around." Might as well get dressed, too.

[Kriellya]

Skylar nods. Alright, let's go see what the Sons have got for us.

Ready to head down, get dressed during the flight.

[Egan_BW]

Beginning Virtuous Mission... Now!

[piecewise]

>Ok then. Now, normally we'd send you down on a shuttle as per usual but we don't exactly want to have to deal with the paperwork. So you'll be going a slightly less conventional way, namely, we're sending you through the mail. Specifically, we've appropriated a freight ship and we're gonna stick you in a container; with any luck you'll make it through customs and the Sons will pick you up from there. So if you're ready, get dress in one of our complementary space suits and get in the storage container over there. Your weapons and gear will be coming down in another box, so that if you get caught you'll be charged with nothing more then stowing away, a relatively minor offense compared to the execute on site offense of running guns and other illegal rebellion related goods. If anyone asks, you're just poor migrants who wanted to get to the hustling bustling land of opportunity. I'm sure they'll find you a nice sweatshop to work in and we can take it from there.

[Twinwolf]

Petra puts on the spacesuit, and goes right to the container.

[DoctorMcTaalik]

Put on a spacesuit, and get in a bin.

[Egan_BW]

Ship it.

[Kedly]

"Sounds good"
Put on space suit and get ready to get mailed

[Gentlefish]

"Better than tallying your numbers for your ship, Steve," Ryan says to himself, chuckling as he gets dressed and enters the container.

[adwarf]

"Mail order human trafficking, who'd have thought Steve provides it. Do you also do mail order revolutions, Steve?"

Question Steve, get in space suit, and then somewhat grudgingly get into the freight container.

[Ozarck]

Space suit. Storage container. Get in one of each. ((and here I was hoping we'd actually be launched this round ))

"Wathc your elbow, please. Come on, squeeze in a little."

[Kriellya]

There are worse ways to go.

Check if the suit has any digital storage and playback. Load up some nice local entertainment onto it for the trip

[piecewise]

We'll save you 50 turns of killing time trapped inside a metal box roughly the size of a secretarial cubical. Instead, we will fast forward through many many hours of sitting around in darkness, binge watching tv on the suit's wifi, and bring you to a time when, after series of bumps and thuds and shifting about, someone knocks on the box. The familiar "Shave and a hair cut" knock. There's a pause and then the same, unfinished knock comes again.