Trade Platform Georgia (Station)

Compilatron

Dumb "Well docking gantry 3 was snaped off by some overzealous pilots... but I want them to pay for the damage they caused..."

Examining the drinking aparatus... Edward shrugged and attempted to suckle on the tube.

"Otherwise... we just got every fuse on the station fried and half the circuits dead... but that's our problem."

Edward gestures to the android.

"Missy... what's your name?"
"I do not have a human legible designation"
"No name?"

Edward pauses for a moment... taking another drink from the bottle.

"Angie. Angelica. You look like an Angelica. Was my girlfriend's name..."

Edward paused for another moment... contemplating something. His mouth muttered words that Dasha couldn't make out... before he wiped off his eyes and took another sip.

"So, what brings you back to this hunk of metal?"

Dumb

Compilatron "hmm...lets just say that i forgot some instructions for our product. Say, where can i find the captain?"

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Compilatron Jack furrows his eyebrows...

"Where the fuck did you fin..."

Roll 1d20 for Jack's agility: 11
Roll 1d20+1 for Dasha's agility: 3

Jack snatches the record off of Dasha, examining it with utmost scrutiny...

"You're... surely not. I thought those were just tall tales from grandpa...."

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Dumb "Up on the command deck with the others..."

Before Dasha could respond, Edward tossed back the water bottle, before sealing his helmet on again... grabbing a crowbar out from his pack and cranking the firelock at the end of the room open. Air rushed out once again to fill the vacancy... but judging by the less powerful suction, the station's air was starting to replenish itself.

Edward, un-perturbed, continued to climb up the stairwell to the second level...

Dumb

Compilatron "Is this enough for...eh whatever"

Dasha caught the bottle in mid-air, murmuring to herself before stashing it away, and follow Edward upward

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Dumb Following Edward up stairs, he prepared to crank open the second firelock to access the next set of stairs to the bridge, before the firelock opened itself. The android gave a quick smile, nodding.

"Handy..."

Jack and the rest of the crew were huddled on the bridge, an empty air canister and space heater with them... the air alarm on the wall was broken open and it's wires crudely spliced together...

"Well well well... look who showed up." Jack spoke... cigarette in the side of his mouth...

Upon seeing Dasha, Trevor immediately turned away and tried to act busy... with some piping

Dumb

Compilatron "Pleased to meet you......again, I'm here to provide some additional information in regards to the RCDS that was given to you as part of the payment. Have you tried it so far?"

Dasha politely bows to the captain, and summoned a canister of some sort, which she settle on the ground before her

"As far as i am aware, the station seems to be suffering from a shortage of air, so here is a condensed canister of oxygen, which probably can be integrated into the systems and hopefully help out the situation. If there is anywhere that i may prove useful, feel free to direct me towards it as well"

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Dumb "Y'er being awefully nice considering we only met a day ago..."

Jack examined the canister of oxygen... pure oxygen is no good for atmospheric use, unless you like hyperventalating, but it's still usable for internals...

"I haven't tried it yet... namely because it doesn't come with a manual and I don't want to risk turning the side of the ship into a fine powder..."

Dumb

Compilatron "It is mainly oxygen mixed with nitrogen, just to reduce its reactivity or else it would go pop whenever i put one on the ground a bit too hard"

Dasha summon yet another canister and swing it around, before putting it away

"As for the friendliness measures...lets just say it is a special service for the first customer in a long time"

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Dumb "Customer?"

Then it hit Jack that Dasha's service wasn't a onceoff...

"You still interested in making another deal then I take it?"

Jack scratched the back of his head...

"Funny you'd say that because we've been looking to purchase a decent freighter for our little installation... unfortunately we've managed to sell any physical goods, leaving us with a lotta cash and not a lotta minerals..."

Dumb

Compilatron (i smell ooc in your reply XD)
"Hmm..."

Having an idea which suits the request near perfectly, Dasha considered to simply teleport it instantly, but seeing how poor the situation is currently, such reckless action would probably scared the crew off, or destroy the entire station, or even both.

"ahh, this time i do not quite seek material goods, but instead, im curious of your background, to be precise, the origin of Georgia. Of course, it is but a personal request, and not quite related to the entirety of Forge of Babel, so you can reject it if you want, and i shall think of another payment."

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Dumb "Me and the lads come from many walks of life... but I guess you could say the merchant business runs in my blood in particular..."

Jack shakes his head...

"Ah... just old tales of grandeur. T' think this galaxy could hold itself together for more than 5 hours is too much..."

(Want to enter the Scavanger rabbit hole? Might not want to start here)

Dumb

Compilatron (nah, just want to return the ship and stuff)

"Certainly interesting...say, ever heard of the Ancients?"

A weird trajectory for the conversation to go towards, perhaps Dasha ask it to estimate Jack's age, or the wellness of the transition of information in his own network. Despite launching such sharp questions, Dasha's face is still shielded by the usual commercial smile, making it hard to know her intentions

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Dumb Jack scratched his head...

"Ancients? I've 'eard of many tales, never heard of "Ancients"... unless yah mean the cultists..."

Dumb

Compilatron "Hmm...well i don't quite know if any of them got cultists, but...sigh....whatever"

Dasha looks...disappointed? it is hard to tell with that smile still hanging there, but the slight lowering of the voice and the wrinkled eyebrows does indicate atleast something, be it a fake illusion or an actual representation

"Well then... to make things short, here are a couple words: Calamity, Cosmolord, Scavengers, United Galaxies, Stellar Assembly, Delta"

Words come out of Dasha's mouth in quick session, while her eyes fixed on Jack's face, capturing any possible movement

Compilatron

Dumb Jack's expression changes on mention of the Scavangers... but he hid his expression well...

"What are yah look'n for miss? Yah ain't gonna find it out here."

Dumb

Compilatron "Eh...just want some good men to be buried well, and tended by their family. But alas, that wish seems to be a bit far-fetched huh..."

Dasha's voice fades away as Jack ease up a bit. It seems he really did hide the expression well...

Perception (Successful if >17)
1d20=20
(welp...)

Or did he?

"Sigh...this can be so much easier if you just say the truth ya know."

Dasha summoned a recording tape as well as rather antique tape player, and after inserting the tape, Dasha throw the player at Jack

"Try hearing it, its probably for you anyway"

(its that tape from the "Head of Development" office XD)

HMS-Hood

HMS-Hood

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"hey boyos, ya hear?" "gah," he thought, "there probably just away from the comms set I could wait but, there's a war out here, and god damn would that be boring so why not?" he docked with station Georgia and popped the canopy when in the hangar bay. not sure if the air system turned on he kept his helmet on along with his supplementary Oxygen tank which was mounted to his upper left thigh via magnets in his slight suit and with the oxygen feeding into his helmet he popped the canopy and made his way to the command bridge, with the spare gear from his fallen comrade strapped to the bottom of his satchel after noticing the fire-locks wide open upon his way to the bridge he feared for the worst, "did enemy soldiers land on the station? if so things are going to get hairy," he thought to himself. pulling out his Makarov pistol and racking the slide, he advanced "let's hope not."
everyone in the bridge could hear the heavy thump of a soldier's boots and then the racking of a pistol slide. to their knowledge d'oro was no back yet so, who could it be?

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HMS-Hood Hearing the incoming heavy boots, and Trevor trying his best to hide from Dasha, he readies his balistic pistol with a shakey hand. Back against the wall... his nerves hit him... but he pushes forward in hopes of getting the upper hand.

Trevor rounds the corner and fires!

Roll 1d20 for Trevor's aim: 3
Roll 1d20+5 D'oro's reflexes: 21

Trevor's shot misses by a mile, recoiling off if a pipe behind D'oro. D'oro, however... manages to hold his trigger finger, realising it was just Trevor...

Trevor's face was a pale white...

"Holy shit, knock first!"

Dumb

Compilatron "Its always interesting to see fate intertwines in the weirdest of scenarios, ain't it?"

Dasha fish out a pda listing all the valuables on board of the Scavanger vessel, as well as the vessel itself, and toss it at Jack as well

"Now, do you want to tell the truth or not?"

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Dumb "It's... this ship? It's a legend... a fairytale... the old Scavanger mothership... not even my grandpa believed it ever existed... that was before the new Scavangers... then they died out years ago... years ago... "

Jack's face was a mix of emotions...

HMS-Hood

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a rather calm D'oro says back to Trevor "well how the hell was I supposed to know that they didn't land forces on the station," d'oro looks at Trevor's stance after he shot his pistol. "christ mate. we're working on your aim." d'oro makes a gesture to Trevor to follow him "come on let's go." it was odd, d'oro acted as if he wasn't even shot at, hell, it looked as if he was more upset in Trevor missing than anything d'oro looked at Trevor again, "oi, did I stutter, come on were working on your aim." and d'oro sighed "mate I'm not mad ya tried to shoot me if anything I'm more mad ya missed now come I got some targets that they let me bring in my plane, well they didn't know about them but... eh." d'oro is soon walking off to his plane