Trade Platform Georgia (Station)

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HMS-Hood "Docking confirmation for Hanger 2"

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"great, moving in now"
Erika's fighter would move and dock with the gantry with ease as she stepped out of the gantry the first thing (if he's there) jack could see was how much she looked like that other tank hooman that passed through

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HMS-Hood Jack, taking a double take, examined Erika closely...

"huh..."

Realising this doesn't exactly give the best first impressions, Jack gets down to business.

"So we can scrub your transponder systems for the assigned price, but is there anything else that'd interest you? We haven't got much in stock at the moment as it's been a busy couple of months."

Jack quietly murmurs that he's glad Trevor isn't here, given his history of trying to hit on the customers.

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Compilatron Erika stood there wearing a slight face of annoyment but she was a fairly busty women and to say she would be attractive would be dead on

"sure, if you touch anything else though, it's not gonna be pretty"

pulling out a small pile of credits Erika winced at just how much it was "I got the money, now the question is if you can break the encryption on the damn thing, it's had me stumped and that's sayin' something seeing as I've had the ship for god knows how long"
"and sure, I came here looking for things to buy after all, not a threat"

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HMS-Hood "Yeah, about that..."

Edward went into the ship carrying some transponder electronics... SAS fighter transponder electronics.

"To say we'd scrub it isn't the right word... we're gonna replace it with a different module."

Within minutes Edward had exchanged the hot transponder with the new transponder module. The transponder was a perfect match... and surely this little backwater station couldn't fabricate such a module. Where did they steal that from?

"Alright, just for the fact you haven't shot me yet, I'll lower it to a reasonable 10,000 credits, how does that sound?"

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"seems fair, and by the way, I only shoot people when they're pointing a gun at my face, otherwise, I'd smash this beer bottle over their head." upon saying this she'd pull out an empty beer bottle "much more fun. But uh, how did you get that tech? the stuff from the HE162's are the highest guarded, and the transponder sits right next to their stealth systems on the totem pole? or is there something I'm not picking up on?"

Erika would toss jack the money "there's ya pay, and uh, you got any 88MM shells I can buy?"

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HMS-Hood There was a short solemn silence at Erika's question... as jack contemplated something else. There was a dead.. hazy look in his eyes. A tear even. The silence was cut short by Jack's own interdiction, a short sigh followed by his response.

"Trade secret. We've got a few 88MM shells... why do I get the feeling you'll be wanting engine oil or something?"

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upon Jack's reaction to her question she winced a bit "oh, must have hit a soft spot there, sorry bud" she thought to herself

"Great, I've been running low and uhh......yeah, how did you know?"

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HMS-Hood "Someone... similar... dropped by a day or two ago..."

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Erika's eyes go wide
"wait, what? please, elaborate?" as she said this she began to look at the prices for ammunition and the sorts

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HMS-Hood "It was... some guy wearing a thick coat. Couldn't get a good look at 'em, but they had some... cannon on their back. Like an implant."

Jack shrugs.

"Came in and bought some ammunition, then chugged a whole tank of engine oil. Crazy, right?"

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"uh-huh...... like this one?"
Erika would pull out her 88mm cannon and rest her weight upon it almost like a walking stick

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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?"