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[crazyabe]

C. More like watch the Dragon head on away from here, but still.

[Haspen]

You decide to do some stargazing - up the stairs and then up the ladder to weapon command cupola you go!

You sit down in the gunner's chair just as the Black Dragon fires its aft thrusters. Their exhausts quickly turn from dark blue through purple to bright blue, almost white, as the impulse thrusters start propeling the large Corvette away. Soon, the spiky, bulky shape turns into a brightly lit dot of exhaust, and soon enough, you have trouble tracing it in the background of other brightly lit points in the sky.

1236USY.8d/1m.0703h

You leisured stargazing is interrupted, after almost an hour, by beeping of the sensors console.

You leave the seat and go to the main level and then to the command room.

A ship is coming!

Sensors Station Alert! IFF beacon translation in progress...

Done!

"Ocean Eleven", Pontiis-class Cargo Runner, approaching from direction of Poseidonis Jump Gate.

Standard docking and refueling request received.

Fuel Pump assigned: #1 (authority: Automated Refueling AI)

Estimated arrival time: 10 minutes.

You don't even get to ponder whether to hail them or not, when the commstation notifies you of incoming hail.

A) Open hailing frequencies.
B) Naaaaaah.

[Kashyyk]

A - With that name, are they another Mercenary outfit?

[Haspen]

You open the hailing frequencies and-

"My name's Vanessa. Are you part of the crew?"

"Yes, I'm the bartender and sole crew of-"

"Are there any other patrons on board?"

"Uh, no."

"There's a ship docked at your station though, I can see it clearly on my sensors."

"I believe its sole crewmember is asleep right now."

There's a long pause.

"Alright. Has there been any pirate or Centaurian activity around in Beta Carotenii in past 24 hours?"

"None that I know of."

"Hmph. Fine then. Seems safe to disembark. We will be coming for drinks."

She abruptly closes the call before you can say anything.

A) Rude! So I shall return the rudeness and hail them back!!
B) Time to man the drone bar! Drone the bar? Bar the man??

[Kashyyk]

B - Let's do drinks

[Egan_BW]

A

[Haspen]

//Sorry Egan I almost had the post done

You decide to go to the bar and prepare to mix drinks and hear life stories!

1236USY.8d/1m.0715h

A minute after "Ocean Eleven" docks, a pair of women passes the main gate-

BWAH! BWAH!

Alert! Unauthorized kinetic weapons detected on board of the station!

The speakers loudly inform you that one or both of them are armed. The blonde-haired woman in some sort of black apparel retreats back to the main corridor, and her companion, a head-taller in black dress and white top of sorts follows suit.

1236USY.8d/1m.0717h

The main gate opens and the duo enters, the blonde woman cautiously eyeing the gate for a brief moment.

As they make their way to the bar, you realize their features better.

The blonde woman is the younger of the two, a head-smaller than the other, and has short blonde hair barely reaching her neck. Her body is clad in skin-tight combat suit, replete with small pockets and holsters. While whatever kinetic weapons she had are gone, obviously, but you notice a reinforced baton at her left hip, an energy fork holstered at her other hip, and the handle of a combat knife attached to her left buttock. A combat scanner set loosely hangs around her neck, deactivated. She is ready for close quarters combat, as if a brawl was going to erupt at any moment.

The other has auburn hair, going past her shoulders, and is wearing a black dress with a white jacket over her arms. The dress has choice cuts of fabric that allow the woman to present her thick hips and deep cleavage to anyone looking, and you can't help but notice that her breasts are, well, huge. Compared to the other woman, she is obviously a passenger of sorts, but your thoughts briefly cross to the fact their ship is a cargo runner and not a passenger craft.

Is the mercenary girl over there keeping her companion in a cargo hold?

They sit at the counter.

"I still consider this SRC policy a dumb thing. Especially in this sector and in the current times." The blonde soldier girl speaks with an annoyed voice, slumping over the counter.

"You worry too much, Vanessa~" The well-dressed woman replies in a pleasant, soft voice, placing her hands on her lap.

CHOOSE YOUR CONVERSATION STARTER!

A) "Drinks?"
B) "Hi, I'm Arnold."
C) CHATTY: "You two are traveling in a Cargo Runner, isn't that a bit uncomfortable?"
D) CHATTY: "Can't help but be curious about all these weapons, are bodyguarding this lady over there?"
E) FLIRTY: "Oh dear, lovely ladies rarely come my way, especially in pairs~"

[Kashyyk]

E - Will we ever actually manage one of these options?

[Criptfeind]

D

[Egan_BW]

E usually they come in trios

[Haspen]

FLIRTY: "Oh dear, lovely ladies rarely come my way, especially in pairs~" The two look at you. Then, while 'Vanessa' has the look of someone wanting to murder you, her long-haired companion lets out a laugh.

"I like the way you speak, dear~" She leans in closer, laying her elbows on the counter and pressing her hands against her bust so it becomes more prominent.

"In fact, I am very happy to hear this from a handsome young man like you."

"I thought you wanted some synthol, not someone to sleep with?"

"I will gladly have both, you know." She looks you over and then smiles. "Well, how about some Blue Fire for me?" The mercenary girl crosses her arms and stares at you dispassionately.

You recall not being able to get Blue Fire recipe the last time someone requested it, but maybe this time...

Connecting...

Done!

Queries: blue fire

>1 result found:

BLUE FIRE: 51c

4 Shots of Wóda
Shot of Buenberry

Serve in a tank glass with ice.

That's a simple one, all things considered. You pour some Wóda in a tank and add crushed ice, then some Buenberry. The drink quickly gains neon-blue coloration to it, and you pass it to the fashionable woman. She pulls a gold-and-red credchip from the pocket of her jacket, letting you scan it. (+51c)

Today Earnings: 51c
Monthly Earnings: 5401.5c

Patron ID: Arma Mint
Occupation: Philantropist, Grand Duchess of Rix Prime (title revoked)
Conv.Style: FLIRTY
Liked drinks: sweet, fiery
Disliked drinks: bitter

She takes a sip and then purrs in delight.

"Just as I like it~"

To Arma:

A) "Thank you, I try."
B) FLIRTY: "Oh, and am I fitting into what you like about men as well~?"
C) CHATTY: "Well well, I did not expect to serve former royalty today, I am honored."

To 'Vanessa':

A) "Not gonna drink anything?"
B) FLIRTY: "Don't put on that face, I can manage two adult ladies at once~"
C) CHATTY: "So what about you, I hope you're not going to stay disgruntled at me for no reason?"

[Superdorf]

C (Arma)

[Egan_BW]

These people, they are addicted to the green options!

B to arma

[King Zultan]

B to arma

[Haspen]

FLIRTY: "Oh, and am I fitting into what you like about men as well~?"

"Well, you could be a bit taller~ but as they say-" She takes a sip of her mix. "It's not the size that matters, but the skills, no?" 'Vanessa' quietly keeps glaring at you, but, surprisingly, has stopped commenting about her charge's behavior.

A) "Yes!"
B) FLIRTY: "Oh yes, and I will let you know that I am very, very skilled~"
C) "I don't know, to be honest."