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[Ninteen45]

You can't interact with the NPCs, they just ignore you. For now...

Edited the post of the starting mission. sorry...

[Samthere]

What, no burger and beer deal? ((How good are we for equipment, and is this all the money we have in the world or just what we've got on hand?))

I'll go stand by the poster and strike a cool pose, waiting for other people who look interested in the reward.

[Hugehead]

Gonna buy a soft drink, someone else will be doing the talking anyways.

[Samthere]

Seeing someone getting a drink, I decide to get a burger and beer (Stormfront) after all. I will stand by the poster until it is ready.

[Ninteen45]

Everyone is wearing standard clothes, The Enforcers have "Enforcer" Guns and Portable Electro-cages, the medics have a first aid kit (3 uses) and the Marketspeople have a 5X discount on weapons coupon.

[Heron TSG]

I'll get a burger, and go over to read the poster that Samthere is standing by.

[Samthere]

"Hey, guy. I noticed you're reading the poster. I, too, have read the poster."

[Heron TSG]

"I suppose we both know what it says, then. I'm Walter. Walter Rasmussen. Would you like to take up the offer on that poster? I know I could use the money."

[Samthere]

"I'm Willigan Fritzel. The offer on the poster certainly is a tempting offer on a poster, though I wonder if it's worth it. I figure it's at least a five man job, and each of those men will have to risk their mans to do it. Not bad for a few days' work if we make it...

"Aww, heck, I got nothin' better to do! I think I would like to take up the offer on the poster! Would you like to take up the offer on the poster?"

[Hugehead]

Having seen the poster, and overhearing the two people talking about it, I yell over and say "Hey if ya gonna be doing a odd job you might need protection, I will protect you for 1/5 of the reward how bouts it?"

[Samthere]

"That certainly seems fair for a five-man job, and you seem to have a large enough head, physically, to do the job. What's your name?"

((GM, do we know what our roles do in particular?))

[Frelock]

Noticing the people near the poster, he walks over and joins in on the conversation, speaking very rapidly, "If you want to access the power systems, you're going to need to get into the computer *twitch* systems.  I can do that for you.  I'm could *twitch* use the 1k."

[Ninteen45]

((GM, do we know what our roles do in particular?))

List of occupations and what the do (Briefly.)

Soldier: Shooting aliens, robots and other (enemy) humans on the battlefield.
Pilot: Piloting anything, from boats to space ships.
Enforcer: AKA the police and swat.
Marketsperson: Selling stuff and making media.
Forgesperson: Making stuff like robots, Guns, and anything that involves converting raw materials to produce.
Scout: Explorers, adventurers and mercs, all in one.
Constructorsperson: Building buildings and large transport machines.
Computerist: Programming, working with machines and robots.
Medicsperson: Anything involving biology, from Biotech Weapons, Xenobiology and even working as a chemist.

All the jobs are scrunched together because of artificially enhanced memory. 20 times that of anyone living today (IQ is unaltered, apparently.). (The people here are like that because, well... they are decendants from 5,000 autistic colonists with some advanced Biotech.)

[Heron TSG]

"Let's do it! I'm a medic, myself, and not too good with lifting things. I'm fairly decent with a gun, though."

[Vertigon]

Interject into the conversation, ?Ya'll might need someun tuh patch yuh up.?

Lean in and whisper, ?The accent's a cover. I don't trust people in bars, and you guys probably shouldn't either.?