OUTER RIM - dead until the 5th

[Conan]

why is there semen all over darrels leg

its his bandage dummy
he got shot by shell's douchebag the stowaway

"I'll be honest, i'm looking for some information, can I buy you two gentlemen a drink so we can talk?"

Evari: Strike up a conversation with the Octiga merc standing over there, ask him who the creepy guys your boss is talking to are.
Trent: Drink.

Evari notices the Octiga mercenary and moves over to him while you and Derrel continue your confrontation. Trent turns and realizes he missed out on things.

	:	I'll be honest, i'm looking for some information. Could I buy you two a drink?
	:	...
	:	[to partner] Hm?
	:	...We're on duty. I'd suggest you should go find someone else.

You can choose to continue talking or take your leave.

	:	Howdy.
	:	a nod ...Need some work done?
	:	Just a question on those two fellows over there. nods head in direction
	:	Not here. But if you're willing to pay a price...

[Ad Bot]

[SWAT One]

Walk away, but keep the two dark-suited officials within sight.

Pay the guy to find some information on them.

[Conan]

Walk away, but keep the two dark-suited officials within sight.

Pay the guy to find some information on them.

	:	How much?
	:	§150. We'll also need a private place.

[SWAT One]

Hm.  Seems a tiny bit fishy.  Use the buddy system.

[RedGajin]

he's a gigolo wtf no get away
just go talk to the bartender

[Conan]

You decide not to push them any more, and instead approach the bartender.

	:	Can I get you anything?
	:	Have you heard anything about the Torium? I'm looking for information on where they went.
	:	...I remember serving a spacer from that ship. Probably an officer or something, first mate, maybe. Had a few drinks with that human merc over there, and then left. All I heard was something about "FTL transport". Didn't really sound important.
	:	Thanks.

	:	What about a private room here?
	:	Too open. The Suztras have tabs everywhere.

The octiga looks unnerved at that point.

:

Look, if you want to know anything, get us a private place to talk. Not in the city. I'm not about to throw away my reputation here for some green diplomat like you.

[Tingalz]

Whats with the surprised guy who just walked in?
And have derrel see what's going on with the black/brown masked guy whos running away.

And for Evari, going with the octiga would be a bad move. If this place really is heavily surveiled, they would know where you're going and why. Plus, he could just be a murderer or thief. Tell him that you don't have that much time to spare for a paranoid iconian(actually call him that, and see if he gets angry).

[Conan]

Whats with the surprised guy who just walked in?

technically you haven't released the crew to go landside, but welkins may be to blame for that.

And have derrel see what's going on with the black/brown masked guy whos running away.

that muskof is just heading over to the human merc at the wall.

[fawkes..]

Proceed to start a conversation with the human they talked to, and lets get out of here.

[Conan]

You motion to Derrel to talk to the human merc at the wall the bartender just mentioned. Meanwhile, one of the security guys behind you disappears into the doorway.



The muskof merc gets there first, and Derrel overhears part of their conversation.

	:	...just some info, shouldn't be much trouble.
	:	You want to know about their mission? I got the information you want already. §200 creds.
	:	Look, that's nearly half of what I'm getting paid right now to do.
	:	No discounts.
	:	Look-
	:	Unless you're going to pay up, I suggest you better get the hell out of here, asswipe. Goddamn musks.

The muskof stares back for a moment, then mutters angrily and walks away. The human notices you.

	:	Anything you need?
	:	Just information.
	:	Lemme guess, the Torium?
	:	What?
	:	I saw your buddy talking to the bartender over there. I'm not dumb. §170 creds, or a tenth of what the Torium is after.

[fawkes..]

Promise him a tenth of whatever the Torium was looking for

[TheKid]

what happened to trent's drink

did it been drinked?

[PowerDag]

cough it up

[Conan]

	:	The information, first.
	:	The Torium's after some salts, which apparently can revolutionize shipping around here. FTL, I heard, but I don't see the difference since FTL drives already exist.
	:	So, a tenth of the cargo.
	:	Yep. In order to secure it I'll be coming along.

y/n?


While the rest of the guys look on at that card game gone wrong, a voice sounds from the empty doorway, loud enough for the octiga merc to hear it as well. The security guy stares at you.

:

Keith? Is that you?

You recognize the voice as Horace Dent's, a Secondary Trade Manager (one of ten) of the Acrimyann system. He stopped you a few years back questioning you about a stowaway, which is why you recognize his voice.

[fawkes..]

Bring him along, hopefully he'll end up getting himself killed and we won't have to pay him.

"Horace? What are you doing here?"