just go find some parts....someone can say they're with you afterwards if they really must.
a shame about the epireans....if only ush reminded us earlier 😛
as it is..we're probably going to have to find some transportations....and aside from that, i guess we can probably do some lifting using the force also.
Originally posted by LanaI asked i think he said he would come oh well since I'm not lying I should eb fine the big thing i s finding the spare parts which won't be hard considering theres got to be dozen's of them.
Wasn't Xorn saying that he wanted to go looking for parts? He's got the social skills you need to find anything out.
Originally posted by LanaYes I understand but I asked if someone would like to go with me hopefully Xorn does. Even if he doesn't I won't lie to them. I'll simply tell them that I'm looking for parts for our base. I don't have alot of money with me so I'm looking cheap. I won't be lying and it won't jeopardize our story.
Well, what I meant is that Type Cs aren't very good at social situations, period. Plus if you do find someone, they're going to ask what it's for, if you've got money, etc. Best to have someone who DOES have social skills with you.
Team vibe still not holding? Takuan already did the forward work on finding whee parts are.
As Takuan and Gallador have not posted further, I assume they are awaiting events. There is not much waiting to be done. Two Osokans walk in through the door...
... followed shortly afterwards by the Agent.
He is as different from Helkin as he could reasonably be, and still be human. Where Helkin was bulky and strong and blonde and good looking and an imposing presence... this one is tall, but thin, weedy and pale, and he cuts virtually no figure at all. If it were not for the uniform, you would walk right past him. He looks around briefly, sniffing the air disdainfully.
Go where, to the shops? Well... welcome to the shops!
After a few moments the Agent approaches the barm, and stares unpleasantly at the bartender.
"Can I help?" asks the Bartender, eventually. The Agent prodcues his id.
"Agent Sri S'Nar, Bureau of Immigration and Undesirables. I have some questions."
"Ask away. We got nothing here that interests you."
"I'll be the judge of that. Have you met any new people in the city lately?"
"New people come in all the time."
"These people might have stood out. And they would be asking questions."
"Questions? What kind of questions."
"Hmm. About the transmitter, maybe?"
"Not had anyone in here asking questions about any transmitter..."
S'Nar's eyes narrow.
"If... when I find you are hiding information from me... I'll have this whole place shut down and you thrown into the slave pits on Akros V."
"You've got no call coming in here and threatening me..." starts the bartender, before he is interrupted by a splintering crash as one of the Osokans hits the top of the bar so hard that it cracks open.
"Clumsy of me," says the Osokan. "Still, these things happen to people that give us backchat."
"If, on the other hand, you suddenly find you DO know something... be sure to let me know, and the Bureau can be grateful," says S'Nar.
Of all the confounded... how the hell is he onto you?