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[crazyabe]

B.

[brewer bob]

B

[Haspen]

You delve into the Net.

1236USY.10d/1m.1100h

The net delve not only doesn't bring anything interesting, it gets paused by the sensors console issueing an alert.

You go check the console, but you already expect...

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

Done!

"Razor", Zagreus-class Personal Battlecraft, approaching from direction of Poseidonis Jump Gate.

Standard docking and refueling request received.

Fuel Pump assigned: #5 (authority: Automated Refueling AI)

Estimated arrival time: 9 minutes.

...company. It ain't Marco Polo with James on board, but some new ship.

A Battlecraft, at that. Another bounty hunter? Soldier? Mercenary?

A) They will want drinks all the same! Time to hail!
B) Eh, I have more interesting things to do.

[Kashyyk]

A

[brewer bob]

A

[Haspen]

You open the channel to the approaching ship.

They take a few moments to pick it up.

"Hello, Cis Eden, bounty and pirate hunter! Is there anything wrong?"

"I'm Arnold, and no, there's nothing wrong, but on behalf of SRC, I wish to invite you for drinks."

"Hmm, not a fan of synthols... sure, okay, I will be there. Is that all?"

"That would be all, yes."

"Alrighty, I will see you there, then."

And the man on the other side of the connection closes it.

You drum your fingers on the console, which indicates its scarcely seven minutes before Razor docks with the outpost.

You walk to the bar to get ready for another customer.

1236USY.10d/1m.1111h

Shortly after the console informs you that Razor has docked without problems, the main gate opens.

In comes a man with light blue hair and slight tan of skin, and average height. A combat blacksuit covers his body, but as he approaches you can make out that he is quite thin and unassuming, but the bulkiness of shoulders and legs betray that he is probably quite athletic. He has a very triangular, and delicate-looking face, with small pink lips and sparkling green eyes.

You also notice a plasteel knife tucked into the pocket on his left hip - he bears nothing resembling a weapon otherwise. A small, black, rectangular device at the height of his heart is giving out regular, tiny blips of red light.

"Hi! I'm Cis. You must be Arnold?" He asks, straddling the stool with his legs open.

"Correct, nice to meet you in person, Cis."

"Pleasure's all mine. You don't happen to have anyone you need removed, temporarily or permamently maybe? A pirate to take revenge on? Anyone like that?"

"No, no I don't." Cis shrugs with a grin on his face.

"Oh well, never hurts to ask. Well, Arnold, a shot of something fruity for me, and please, not from the top shelf."

You get the idea he probably doesn't want anything from Premium category.

A) Pour him a shot of...
*A) Skinjuice
*B) Grenadiere
*C) Hellesponte
*D) Ambrosia
*E) Grapevine
*F) Buenberry
B) "Hm, I would prefer you told me which synthol exactly you want."

[Egan_BW]

Is skinjuice the cheapest?

[crazyabe]

Skinjuice and Grenadiere cost the same, 10c
A)

[brewer bob]

AA

[Haspen]

You pour Cis a shot of Skinjuice, and push the small glass towards the bounty hunter. From a pocket above his left hip, he pulls out a small, dark blue credchip with some silvery, fancy border. Beeps just like all of them when scanned, however. (+10c)

Today Earnings: 946c
Monthly Earnings: 8777.5c

Patron ID: Cis Eden
Occupation: Licensed Bounty Hunter
Conv.Style: CHATTY
Liked drinks: fruity
Disliked drinks: N/A

He quickly downs the synthol, licking his lips in satisfaction.

"Fruity enough." He says, pushing the empty glass towards you.

A) "Another shot of the same?"
B) "Want something else?"
C) CHATTY: "So, you're a bounty hunter? Any stories worth telling?"
D) CHATTY: "What brings you to this outpost in middle of nowhere?"
E) CHATTY: "That's a sharp looking knife you've got there, Cis."
F) FLIRTY: "I gotta say, you look extra cute for a mean bounty hunter, I like it! I like it a lot~"

[Kashyyk]

D - Chatty Chatty!

[Haspen]

CHATTY: "What brings you to this outpost in middle of nowhere?"

"Fuel, actually." Cis shrugs, placing his hands under his chin. "Forgot to refuel at Tamtaras Starbase and yours was the closest. Don't wanna run out of impulse thruster mix in middle of a system, after all. Also, one Orchard please." You turn to the replicator to prepare Cis his mix. The three synthols in equal measure are mixed in a tank glass for a tall order of fruity, sweet and sour flavors.

After you're done, you push the glass towards Cis, and he lets you scan his credchip again. (+90c)

Today Earnings: 1036c
Monthly Earnings: 8867.5c

He doesn't drink it just yet.

"And you? What brought you all the way here, to the middle of nowhere, away from colonies and starbases and other people?"

"I was in need of a job real bad, and the Conglomerate was hiring."

"Mm, weren't there any other job offers from SRC available? Usually there are." You briefly reminisce about the day you signed up with SRC.

There were other job postings, but humans, cyborgs, androids and former drones were queueing up for the better ones, in more populated areas of space.

Outpost 254831 had zero applicants.

You let out a hum.

"You could say I was getting desperate. Job at Outpost 254831 was the only one nobody was contesting. I need lodging and food, so I took the job. Loneliness doesn't bother me that much." Cis lifts the glass and takes a sip of the mix, listening to you attentively.

"Good for you." He says, taking the glass away from his lips. "Hope it's going well for you in here?"

"Could be better, but I can't complain." You reply in the same way as you did before. Cis hums to that.

A) CHATTY: "So, you're a bounty hunter? Any stories worth telling?"
B) CHATTY: "That's a sharp looking knife you've got there, Cis."
C) CHATTY: "You seem quite talkative for a bounty hunter, compared to others I've met so far."
D) FLIRTY: "I gotta say, you look extra cute for a mean bounty hunter, I like it! I like it a lot~"

[crazyabe]

C.

[brewer bob]

C

[Haspen]

"You seem quite talkative for a bounty hunter, compared to others I've met so far." Cis chuckles a little, then takes a sip of his mix, before responding.

"I dunno if I would call myself talkative. A good conversational partner, maybe, but that's I guess is an old habit. Old habits die hard. Right?"

"I don't have any... I think, so I can't relate on that particular matter."

"Nah, everyone has some. Quirks, habits, particular preferences of petty sort. I bet if you thought on it, you would find something about yourself too. But back to talkativeness, in my old... line of work, being chatty and charming was pretty much a requirement. Carried over to my time as a bounty hunter. Can't help it, really." He shrugs, before taking another sip.

A CHATTY: "So, you're a bounty hunter? Any stories worth telling?"
B) CHATTY: "That's a sharp looking knife you've got there, Cis."
C) CHATTY: "And what was your old line of work, if you mind telling about it?"
D) FLIRTY: "I gotta say, you look extra cute for a mean bounty hunter, I like it! I like it a lot~"