Trade Platform Georgia (Station)

Dumb

Compilatron "Eh more like field testing, i wouldn't assume i can stand a chance against the entities that you mentioned with this prototype unit" Two rectangular pieces flew off from the backpack, and combined into a circle above Dasha's right hand while the center of it seemed to glow dimly in crimson. Slowly, a sword of peculiar design descend from the circle as if its a portal of sorts, and Dasha casually use the sword as a walking stick to help herself up "Though with a complete product, im sure i can dance with some of them for a pretty long duration. Anyhow, what do you sell here?"

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Dumb The crew interested in the suit looked at the blade they had drawn, reaching reflexively for their belt, of which a ballistic pistol of ancient design was holstered. It's probably not going to even dent the lady's suit, but he sure as hell didn't know that.

The captain paused for a moment as he helped the lady up, eyes locked on the blade, expecting her to fling it at him at any moment. He wasn't trained in any sort of CQC... in other words he knew that he'd be dead before he hit the floor.

"Uh-huh..."

The captain stuttered, before stepping back to get some distance.

"W-well... we got... uhh..."

What would a lady with a space proof skinsuit and magic sword portal want?

"Booze. And fuel. Booze and fuel."

The other crew member took the opportunity to eye her up more properly as the captain spoke to her, before immediately breaking his gaze the instant the captain finished his statement.

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@BattleCruiserCommander @HMS-Hood @Dumb (Gotta give these crew members names hah)

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ThereGoesHalfMyShip "WHAT DO YOU MEAN ME? I'M NOT THE ONE PILOTING A STATION FOR A SHIP!!"

This engagement continued over the radio for a good 5 minutes before they both shut down their comms and gave up

ThereGoesHalfMyShip

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The LRC Mobile Scrapyard drops a beacon, and then it and the surrounding ships jump into another sector they heard “scrapyard” in

HMS-Hood

Compilatron as you pull the pilot out you can see that the cockpit was shot to hell the flight computer is completely useless and there are even large cracks in the glass of the cockpit's window the seats leather is completely ripped and there are several holes in the backplate off the ship to the point where you can see the wires and other things in the main body, the pilot himself no better shape the right rudder pedal has been reduced to a thin sheet of metal along with the joystick and you can even see petrol for the tanks leaking into the seat

the gives pilot thanks to the crew member for helping him up and gives the man 35 silver coins they look a lot like British pounds

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HMS-Hood "Damn... rough flight..."

Taking time to look at the ship's structure, he tries to note any faction identification.

"Want some rest? We got a public lounge area, coffee even."

"Y' in a military alliance or som'th'n? Where's the rest of your fleet?"

Dumb

Compilatron "Both sounds great, what sort of payment do you receive here? do you mind goods exchange? or even payment through working?" Dasha slightly incline her head to the side, before noticing all the gazes locking onto the sword "oh, well you can take a look at it, one of the products that my forge had, and im pretty proud of it even till now" she turned the sword and handle out the hilt, gesturing the crew to take it

HMS-Hood

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he finds the letters S A S on the side of the glass

yes, that would be nice, say do you have any tea?

yes I am the SAS the Supermarine and Avro songbirds, and the rest of them got shot down so much for a stealth mission, the damn cloaking device failed right when I was behind the enemy

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HMS-Hood "Yup, yup... we do."

He lead the pilot over to some fairly fresh couches and a simple barista setup behind a counter. There's a price sign to the side, in credits, but the crew member seemed not to care too much for getting payment from someone who almost died.

In a minute or two, a pot of boiling water was ready and poured into a teacup. Instead of a teabag, there a strainer filled with tealeaves. It smelt fresh.

"'s a hell of a way to go..." the man said.

"We ain't got room to fix y'r ship, we've been banking on an upgrade for a while, but to expand the hanger? It'd cost too much."

He looks at the strange coins he got.

"'s this? Currency of your faction?"

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Dumb (nobody but the captain and another crew member are here)

The crew member eyeing her up seemed to like the idea of her working as a payment, before the captain's stern stare got him to mind his own business. The crew member took the sword, and gave it a stern examination.

"Credits. We take credits, or work."

Getting a little over-enthusiastic with the sword, the crew swung it around before it slammed into a tool cabinet and dropping it to the floor.

HMS-Hood

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great I haven't had tea in god knows how long

the man walks over to the couches and takes a seat

yeah, you got that right, I saw a ship get blown up by an anti destroyer torpedo the entire thing just turned into a fine powder

ah thats fine, regardless the damn things mostly made of wood so I doubted you could fix it at all

yeah, those coins should be 59000 credits if you find the right place to exchange them their imperial pounds there only paid to people of the military.

Dumb

Compilatron "Work it is then" While the crew is still bewildered how the sword weighs almost nothing, Dasha gesture her right hand forward, and the sword simply floats back towards her, before she thrust it back into the circle its dropped from "What sort of work do you prefer? a renovation? or even an extension?"

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HMS-Hood The crew member nodded, before going back upstairs to man the comms system.

HMS-Hood

Compilatron the man sipped his tea, asking "where ya going?"

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HMS-Hood "Got a job to do... right y' nav's probably dead innit. Know where you are?"

HMS-Hood

Compilatron no, I was just drifting for god knows how long

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Dumb "Depends on how much you want."

The crew member interjects. "Well... I mean... maybe we could sort out some... I don't know, long term employment... so she would... you know... be around more? "

The captain's disapproving stare went right through him.

"I mean... I don't know maybe it would be.... a good idea to have someone who can defend us... and that someone might be her... and she also... you know... looks... good."

The captain sighed. Loudly. He goes into the next room for a moment before coming back with a rather bland coat.

"Look, depends on how much fuel you want. And put this on or else he's not gonna get any work done."

The captain turns to the crew member with a stern voice.

"And you, you're on EVA maintenance duty, get out and clean the solar panels."

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HMS-Hood "Ah, that 'splains a lot. This here's "Trade Platform Georgia". We're a li'l trading station. Only the 4 of us on deck... and that chick down in the hanger who's gone crazy. Talk'n about fighting cruisers with noth'n but a skin suit."

"Lucky we found you at all, it's a big universe and you could've very well never even seen another life form. Funny that..."

Dumb

Compilatron "Hmm..." Dasha reluctantly accept the coat, while deeply confused why the crew is acting like this. After a moment of deep thinking and completely neglecting what the captain is speaking, she take off the coat once again, and snapped her index finger. Instantly the skin-tight suit turns into a formal...suit, with ties, black clothes and black leggings like she became a business accountant all of a sudden "Is this better?"

HMS-Hood

Compilatron ah I see, yeah that is true and I'm happy to be seeing you right now, again thank you for that, also what did you say about a "crazy lady"?

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HMS-Hood "There's a chick in the hanger we found floating in dead space with nothing but a skinsuit protect'n her. Don't ask me how the hell she's alive. Cap'n's talkin' to her now. Y' can take a look if you like." (ping Dumb if you go down to see it).

"Anyway, I'm going to the command deck, if you want company, come up this way."

He heads upstairs.