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[Vector]

D or B

[Haspen]

You decide to check the SRC service desk to see where your ticket be at.

1234USY.2d/1m.0615h

When you need something to work efficiently, SRC network has you covered.

When you need some help from SRC, it then becomes a headache-inducing maze of pages.

But hey, you've found your ticket! You wonder if they can get your outpost fixed soon, that would be nice!

Code: [Select]

REPAIR TEAM REQUEST TICKET #40431
From: Outpost 254813
Status: Repairs scheduled
Allocated Vessel: RV139
Allocated Date: 1234USY.9d/1m.1000h
Yay.

You think its time to kill at least part of the waiting time...

A) ...with bartending encyclopedia perusal?
B) ...by going to sleep early?
C) ...with the quest for bottled alcohol?

[Vector]

C

[Superdorf]

Yeah, alright. C.

[King Zultan]

C

[VoidSlayer]

Yeah lets C if there is any booze!

[Haspen]

You decide to look for booze.

1234USY.2d/1m.0643h

In almost half an hour, you've visited every storage room, vault compartment and personal living area that's on the station.

Unfortunately, the hunt for bottled booze was fruitless. You've not found even a single bottle.

You make a mental note to maybe ask traveling traders, if any show up on the station, to ask them about bottled alcohol.

1234USY.2d/1m.0657h

Having tidied up some of clutter in one of the storage rooms, you return to the command console only to hear the sensor console beeping.

A very small, one-person craft is zipping in a line from Constantine Jump Gate to Albatros.

They're sadly not approaching the station, so SRC sensors are not allowed to scan them...

...but you're allowed to ping them.

A) Bothering every passerby with 'hey, listen! we have drinks' is not gonna make the station look good.
B) On the other hand, a possible customer means possible profits. Let's message them!

[King Zultan]

B

[Haspen]

You send the invitation message over to them.

They do not reply, but their craft does change course and the automatic docking system receives a ping. This in turns allows the sensors to take the IFF signal...

Code: [Select]

Docking request received from unknown vessel, Valiant-class Personal Battlecraft.

Unable to receive civilian identification code.

Estimated arrival time: 4 minutes.
That's a bit foreboding.

A) They must be bandits! To the battle cupola!!
B) Time to see if the sensors can be tuned up to perform a more detailed scan.
C) Light the screens! Turn on the music! Wipe the counter! A guest arrives!!

[Vector]

Hmm ... PERSONAL battlecraft.

C

(we don't actually have drinks though???)

[VoidSlayer]

We have drinks on tap, just nothing bottled.

Not sure who would bother with this station except for some drinks.  Not worth stealing a ton of useless scrap in a small battlecraft.

C

[Haspen]

Not sure who would bother with this station except for some drinks.  Not worth stealing a ton of useless scrap in a small battlecraft.

Well technically, the outpost is a giant fuel tank floating in space. Enough to supply a small military fleet for several days, at least. The trick is to get the fuel without blowing up the station


You make the main hall guest-worthy!

Shouldn't take long.

1234USY.2d/1m.0701h

You return behind the bar just as the main door opens and out of the docking bay comes a rather feminine, petite young man. His silvery white hair is arranged in a nearly perfect bowl cut, with only two long strands hanging over each ear. Dressed in white flight suit, and with some strange implant over his right ear, he is carrying a suitcase-

BWAAH! BWAAH!

Code: [Select]

Alert! Unauthorized kinetic weapons detected on board of the station!
The speakers across the hall notify you that the guest is armed, but are they dangerous?

"Ah, apologies. I forgot SRC has 'no weapons on board' policy. Please excuse me." The young man hurriedly turns around and leaves for the docking area, and the door closes behind him.

1234USY.2d/1m.0704h

The door opens, and the young man is back - this time without the suitcase.

"Please forgive me for causing the alert. I'm too accustomed to having a gun on me, I keep forgetting that is not a norm everywhere." As the youth makes his way to the counter, you realize, with each step he takes, that he is smaller and younger than you've thought.

He might be what, sixteen? Eighteen, at best? And despite you being of average height, you're still few inches taller than the guy.

The man sits at one of the stools and looks around the bar, taking in the sights, probably?

"Can I have a shot of Wóda, for starters?"

A) [CHATTY] "It would be nice if you've introduced yourself, or at least showed your ID chip. You look quite young."
B) [HOT-HEADED] "A slow start, that's nice! But I would rather see your ID chip first! No ID, no drinking, fella!"

[VoidSlayer]

B is at least not directly insulting him!

[Vector]

A, at least try to be polite ...

[King Zultan]

A