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The Dreadnought would jump into a cold, desolate region of space, a single dead probe beside it. Some red moss seems to be coating the Probe's hull, while a M-Class star, as described, is in the distance.
Dice would look rather spooked by Merc's inability to understand what he said, trying to find a way to fix the language options before the fighter closes distance. Eslie speeds by, causing Dice to trip from fear.
"Dice": "Eslie, be careful with running so fast-"
Aldrin: "Well... This is turning into a difficult situation. Should I begin moving batteries to the PD systems, Dice?"
"Dice": "Not yet, kid. Give it a moment, they'd detect the weapons activating, and even then we're outgunned."
Eslie would look at the Five-Sevens, appreciating the craftsmanship in the weapons, before loading and picking both of the guns and heading out of the storage. She'd toss Aldrin one of the guns, Magazine loaded, which he'd catch.
Aldrin: "Woah... This thing looks rad. What does it do?"
Eslie: "Seems to be a Plasma-Based Assault Rifle. One end has a Plasma Lance system, but that's currently disabled."
"Dice": "If I may interject, that's for the better. I don't want you two going around using a friggin' Plasma Lance onboard, especially in a ship like this!"
Aldrin would scoff, laying the weapon on the back of his shoulder.
Aldrin: "I know old man, I remember the breach from a week ago."
Meanwhile, on the communication system, Corvus would seem shocked to have their voice recognized. Thinking on the offer, Corvus would elect a response within five seconds.
"These wares are very interesting; though, before I proceed with the transaction, I would be interested in the prices of the things you're selling... No offence. Nevertheless, here's our order:"
5 Pink Lady Apple(s)
5 Pineart Fruit(s)
5 Froo Joos
1 R3 Thruster
1 Black Box
1 Reactor Cooling System
"Oh, and if I may inquire about the Poking Stick, too... I think I've heard about them before from my progenitors, something about it getting copied by our shipwrights...?"
Corvus would take a moment to look outside again with their photoreceptor, seeing the fleet emerging from the wormhole.
Corvus: "... I hate space weather."
(Placeholder: 97,635 Credits, Check Items, Merc)