You send a hail.
Few seconds later, the channel opens.
"Hello there! What's the problem, if there's any?"
"There's none. I'm just calling to offer you and your crew drinks, if you're interested."
"Ah, I see! Well I guess a glass of synthol won't hurt. I will be there! Is that all?"
"I guess so."
"See ya there!"
And the call ends.
You get back to reading the trivia article.
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You finish the trivia article.
There's a drink called '666' that's a reference to the mythological Gesús, the Crystal Dragon. It was meant to evoke the fiery breath of punishment that Gesús delivers upon pirates, traffickers and bandits lurking in nebulas and in vicinity of communications-jamming anomalies. It has been called 'very fiery' and 'very punishing' on the drinkers, just like the holy flaming breath of the Crystal Dragon.
But beyond mentioning 'lots of Wóda', there's nothing about the remainder of the recipe.
Expecting company in just few minutes, you drone the bar, idly tapping at the counter.
1236USY.10d/1m.0302h
A minute ago, the security console has notified you that the Or has docked with the station.
Now the gate opens, and in comes only a single man. About in his late twenties, maybe early thirties, he is of a tall, broad build. White skin, dirty blonde hair. He wears a jumpsuit that clings to his body rather well, although you can see armor plates and padding on his chest, groin and shoulders.
As he approaches, you notice that his left eye is green, and the right one has some sort of deformation - its iris is smaller, dark-red with streaks of black and his eyebrow is hanging lower than the other eye's.
"Hi, I'm Take." He smiles, raising his right hand in greeting. He scrunches his nose at the music-making machine, but does not comment on it.
"Dragon bless our meeting, so-" He clasps his hands, beaming.
"Let's start with something simple. A shot of Skinjuice, for example!"You nod at his order and pour him a shot of the fruity synthol. When you push the small glass towards him, he fishes out a small credchip - deep blue with white lining - from the pocket on his left breast, and
holds it for you to scan. (+10c)Today Earnings: 10c
Monthly Earnings: 7841.5cPatron ID: Take Haytomp
Occupation: Captain of Bulk Freighter "Or"
Conv.Style: HOT-BLOODED
Liked drinks: fruity, sweet
Disliked drinks: bitter
Take lifts the glass and drinks it up all in one go. He licks his lips and then sets the glass down.
"They say synthol is just cheap approximation, but it's good either way." He pushes the empty glass to you, and you put it in the washer.
"Now, I kinda want this drink I had few days ago, what was it again.. Star... Startini! One Startini please!" He taps the counter. You know that one - cocktail glass, three parts Grapevine, one part Saproot, and a lemon slice for the looks.
You push the fancy drink towards Take, who grabs the glass and
lets you scan his credchip again. (+106c)Today Earnings: 116c
Monthly Earnings: 7947.5cTake takes a more slower approach to this one, taking just a small sip before setting the glass down.
"Mm, delicious!" He beams again, such a happy fellow.
CHOOSE YOUR CONVERSATION STARTER:A) "Having fun, I see?"
B)
CHATTY: "You must be in a very good mood, did something nice happen to you?"C)
CHATTY: "You ferry bulk cargo? I will assume you're not a freelancer merchant of any sort, no?"D)
FLIRTY: "Delicious is what I will call your lips, if only you give me a small taste~"E) "Are you the only crewmember?"
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