Trade Platform Georgia (Station)

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HMS-Hood Jack looks at her with the straightest face he could muster.

"Yup..."

A part of him was contemplating how she managed to walk upright with it, then realised that might be a reason why she was so "stacked", as a form of counterbalance. Or maybe the SAS engineers were crazy. Considering that their planes are made out of wood, Jack was considering the latter.

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"well fuck me" as she said this she flipped the cannon in her hand almost like a stick one would pull off a tree and returned it to its place upon her back
"did he say where he was going? or anything I could use to track him down?..... oh, and uhh, 40 rounds of 8mm Mauser, 2 HE 88mm and a bottle of motor oil" she laughed a bit on the last one "sorry, too good not to"

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HMS-Hood "830 credits."

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"sure thing" tosses you the money "so uhh, should I just go and grab it or what?"
awkward silence
"and I'd take it you don't know where that other lad was going?"

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HMS-Hood Jack counts the money. "Nope."

Edward soon comes up the stairs with the supplies Erika had ordered, struggling to carry the weight.

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"here, let me help you with that"
Erika would grab the things off of Jack with a fair amount of ease. she'd then place the 88mm shells on a rack type thing upon her hip and load the 8mm Mauser into spare magazines she had

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HMS-Hood "I take it that's everything?"

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"yeah..... oh! and if you folks ever need help, let me know!"
Erika would toss Jack a SOFAR sphere
"just throws it hard enough against a wall and it will drop FTL jump codes so I can assist you guys"
Erika would start to walk back to her plane
" 'ave a good one"

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HMS-Hood After Erika boards her plane, Jack asks himself.

"Didn't we threaten to reveal their location a 5 minutes ago?"

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Erika would pull out of port and jump away into FTL in her mind two things were going through it. The first was where the other person like her was? and the other thing was how much she actually wanted a bottle of motor oil, her legs were getting stiff again,

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The station's crew picked up a signal surprising them at first and almost giving them a sense of nostalgia and hope before realising it was not who they thought it was. It was D'oro's old broadcast frequency but the station's crew soon remembered that they had replaced that fighter's radio sets with d'oro's. But still, the old frequency gave them a sense of remembrance to an earlier time to when they had talked to D'oro, not as a fallen comrade. but as a member of their crew. Sadly this solum moment of thoughts was brutally and rudely interrupted by a familiar voice coming across frequency.

"Hello, remember me? yeah, well uh I cam were to give you some stuff we found from a salvage operation, some of it mentioned a bloke named jack so, we thought we would take the time to drop by and see if it was yours"
you could then hear a few bangs coming from their end of comms.
"Jumbo, rise and shine, and do me a favour and get all that shit we found for them."
"yup, on it" the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor soon followed "should I get the stuff we found belonging to whomever chain, rust and Tim where?"

"sure, we need to sell it somewhere after all." *after a second of silence her voice soon filled the frequency again "Alright, can we get docking clearance?"

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HMS-Hood (Full stops please...)

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HMS-Hood "Right, right - clearance granted" Edward replied.

As Erika began docking, another ship jumped into the sector. "Il Venti D'oro", Georgia's trade ship, looking a bit lighter, but still stocked with goodies.

"This is Harley, we're back" Harley proudly announced over radio.
"Harley! Welcome back brother, it's good to see you!"
"And, we've got new recruits!"
"Aye, we be you're new men!"
"Blorble?"
"Ah, not a bad place here!"

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((aye, edited it to make it more readable.))

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*Erika and jumbo departed, bringing in armfuls of thing salvaged from the scavager mother ship. Among them was the picture that Erika took of the doors with the names upon them and more importantly the picture of the mother ship itself. They also brought the reels, the tape and tape recorder, BlackBox, the weird coil gun, and techy things and the floppy disk labelled "EYE"
"jumbo is that everything?" "should be everything" "great, just uhh, set it down on the bar i guess?" "can do" jumbo then set everything down upon the bar's surface

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HMS-Hood "What's this?" Asked Trevor, as the two tank anthromorphs dumped their load on the counter.

Erika saw a flash of lemon yellow from behind the doorway of the kitchen. Some kind of jelly-thing. It clearly wasn't all that keen on being seen.

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Trade Mission Success!

Il Venti D'oro returned safely to Trade Platform Georgia!

Crew

Harley (32, M Human, PROMOTION: Quartermaster)
Trevor Baker (25, M Human, Botanist)

Gradop Mhelerian (26, F Musavian, Engineer)
John McGee (31, M Human, Mining Technician)
Kylie (1, F Gel, Janitor)

Materials

-20T common parts
-2T rare parts
+1 comms array parts
+7 heavy laser components
+1 Grav cannon
-2,000,000 credits

Major outcomes

Long range comms available!
Defence upgrade!

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Long range communications available!

With long range comms available, Trade Platform Georgia can now communicate with other factions! Diplomacy is now available!

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"So... uhh... you're..."
"Kylie."
"Kylie... right..."

Trevor tried to pick up the awkward discussion between himself and the new gel recruit. He wasn't good for conversation.

"You... excited to be here?"
"Yeah..." she quietly blorbles.
"Worried about anything?"
"New place... I just..."

Kylie looks at her transparent slime hands... contemplating her artificial existence.

"I feel so... out of place. Like I'm not meant to be here."
"Hey hey... I know how you feel."

Trevor waves his hands at the bustle of crew before them, unloading goods from the Il Venti D'oro, hauling tools to work sites.

"I'm just a botanist on a station of engineers, pilots, miners... you don't think I feel out of place."
"But... but I'm not even human. I'm just-"
"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe, alright?"

Trevor gave Kylie a small, genuine smile.

"Now, I'll show you around the place."
"Ok..." Kylie blorbles, taking Trevor's hand.

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Erika turned to face Trevor. She looked at the man and judging by his attire she assumed he was part of the station's crew. "salvage, got off and big old ship, took a photo of the old wreck." Erika tossed Trevor the photo.
"there was a dorm in there that said jack on it. we'd figured it would be best to return this stuff to him"

as jumbo set down the BlackBox and all the random techy bits they found in jack's room. Erika motioned to the man to take a look "I'm hoping one of you knows what do to with, well, any of this?"
jumbo would see the weird jelly-like figure standing in the kitchen. He set down the reels of what he thought to be film, and the tape that they found in the tape recorder and walked over to get a better view "hello?"

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HMS-Hood "Well it's obviously some old magnetic tape... I'd think Edward up on the control deck could help you with that, he's a bit of a nerd for this old junk. As for... the rest of this... I'm not sure I can help. Uhh... best bet is to ask Jack or Gradop. I'd imagine Gradop would be downstairs in the hanger, finally giving the old mining tug the love and attention it deserves."

The gel creature hid behind the door, watching Jumbo enter into the kitchen. It was a gel person, short and lemon-yellow, with froofy gel hair and a white skirt - made out of some rubber material to substitute her liquid form. She was obviously scared of the imposing stature of Jumbo.