Gabriel- you have never seen anything like this ship before. Kelly guides you into the cargo hold, which is narrow but high, as is much of the ship due to its boat-like shape. It must be a prototype of some sort.
"This is the cargo hold," Kelly says. "Not much else to say about that."
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With everyone situated as to what they are carrying, we'll move on.
Alan guides the Samson through the dusty streets of Eridu without delay, pausing only to situate himself with street names and such. Foreman Harlan's residence proves to be easy to find, though. It is a fair few stories above the rest of the squat structures that dominate Eridu, and completely built in the futuristic architectural style of Alliance government buildings. It doubles as his office and his home. You pull around to the garage, as it says to do on the slip that Kelly handed you.
It is fairly quiet around here.
While the crew watches on, Toki approaches the garage door and knocks four times. The bangs resound in the unseen garage, and at first there seems to be no response. The crew waits in silence under the watchful glare of the building's cameras.
Then the garage door slowly slides open. As it is coming up, a burly and bearded man with a submachine gun ducks under it and steps out into the daylight. He wears a tank tap with a black vest, under which a pistol is obviously strapped. His hair is short and messy, but his beard is great in length and thickness.
"I take it you're the crew of Gan Ying?" the man says, scrutinizing you all with beady eyes.
Christopher went along with Gabriel and the Captain, examining what he can. Might as well even do an observation roll to see how interesting the whole thing is.
"What sort of ship is this, Captain Kelly? I'm a bit of an admirer of ships myself, but this one seems definitely one of a kind. Or at least close enough."
Kelly shrugs and leads the group onwards and upwards; a flight of stairs on either side of the cargo bay leads up to the rest of the ship. It must be said, the inside of the ship looks to be in better condition than the outside, Drifters. As if the outside were intentionally worn down.
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The garage is full of crates, Alan. Crates and guys with guns.
"I am," the man says. "Bring your vehicle into the garage, please."
He turns about and steps back into the garage, not looking back.