Collan and Niil: Seekers

[GM Craig]

Collan and Niil get off the transport in the town of Tase, just inside the northern Bladesea. The plan from here is to pay for transport to the town of Tez?st, and start hunting for Jeremy Wilton there.

Tase was built in the crater of an old meteor strike, which provides shelter from the ceaseless winds. At this elevation, the air is much thinner than at sea level, and you find yourselves getting winded easily. Tase is a smaller town with, if intel is accurate, no Imperial presence, which makes travelling a little easier.

You are in something of a transport station, with a couple of dozen people moving around you getting off transports and getting on them. The howl of the wind can be heard, even so close to the edge of the Bladesea.

There might be public transport available here, or you could hire a charter or even buy your own crawler for the extra freedom. Public transport carries the risk of pirates, and some charters might be fronts for pirates themselves, so buying your own crawler might be worthwhile.

[Niil Spaar]

Niil took a deep, slow breath, and grinned.  The Bladesea was a hell-hole and pretty well lawless, but for some odd reason he liked it here, despite what they went through last time.  Yeah, he snorted mentally, good Jedi attitude there, nerf herder.  Looking at Collan, he said, "We'll probably be better off buying our own transport.  Have you ever been to the Bladesea, by the way?"


OOC:  If at all possible, Niil would've come with some good armament.  Like his blaster pistols and his AP blaster rifle.

[Collan]

Collan shook his head.

"This world may be home, but I've only been here a few months. And then it's been mainly...you know."

"I agree though...our own transport would be best. But can we buy one? I'm pretty strapped."

[Niil Spaar]

Niil nodded.  "Yeah, I've got about four thousands creds to my name, although I won't let these vulture vendors know that."  As they walked around the town in search of a dealership, Niil said, "There's not much law out here, and even less in the outbacks, so watch your butt at all times.  Don't be overt about curiosity, but at the same time watch out for anyone sizing you up.  There's a drek-load of pirates in the Blade Sea, and they might have some spotters at stations like this."


OOC:  Looking for a place that will sell a crawler.  We'll check as many as we can; no sense in settling for the first one we find.

[Collan]

"Got it...don't be curious, but be observant."

"And what your words," he added, "Who knows who's listening."

[GM Craig]

You shop around for a bit, but the only real reasonable deal you can find is a beat up medium cargo crawler that has seen better days, and more than it's fair share of blaster hits. The junk dealer offers it for 1800. You give it a look over, and it seems in working order. The top speed is fairly limited, but it makes a low enough profile that you should be able to evade any casual observers out in the open Bladesea.

[GM Craig]

While you are shopping, Colan hears rumours that the Empire has started building a subterranean high-speed rail system to make the Bladesea more accessible. They are months away from completion, but when it opens, it promises public transport through the Bladesea.

[Collan]

Collan noted to Niil, "So they're building a transit system theough the Bladesea. That seems a little convenient, don't you think?"

[Niil Spaar]

Niil snorted.  "Yeah, I can't exactly see them doing it as part of a 'Win your hearts and minds' campaign.  I wonder how much pubic access they'll actually allow."

[Niil Spaar]

Niil looked over the transport, making a show of poking his fingers into the blaster holes and chuckling to himself.  Turning to the seller, Niil shrugged and drawled, "Sturdy power plant, even though it ain't speedy, so we'll keep our blasters in our laps.  She's seen better days, and looks like she decided to get frisky with an E-Web."  Niil paused, rubbing his jaw, and said, "Twelve hundred."

OOC:  I can't remember what my Bargain skill is, but I'm guessing it's low at best - and non-existent at the worst.   

[GM Craig]

[OOC: You're both at 3D+1]

The greasy-looking junk dealer shakes his head. "I got a family to feed, and suppliers to pay. You think something like this just falls outta the sky? I spent more than you're offering on repairs to make the thing run! 1750, and I throw in a holo of Larisselle Chatrunis dancing for the top of the console."

[Niil Spaar]

Niil chortled and leaned against the wall, his thumbs hooked on his belt.  "heh . . .  I've seen Ms. Chatrunis, sir, and that's not what I'd call a deal sweetener.  Tell you what . . . I don't want your family to go hungry, but I don't want my two nerfs eating weeds for dinner, either.  Fourteen hundred, and you can sell the holo to a Larisselle fan."

[GM Craig]

He looks you in the eye. "1600. Final offer."

[Niil Spaar]

Niil started muttering numbers under his breath, as if tallying up costs, then gave the mechanic an appraising look.  "All right, done.  But this rig sure as hell better not conk out on us twenty klicks out, or there's gonna be hell to pay." 

Plopping his duffel bag down, he unzipped a pocket and started counting out the necessary credits, making sure to take his time and to mix in a fair amount of lower-denomination creds.  Better to put the impression in this guy's head that they were tight on funds, rather than possessing nearly five thousand creds.  For all he knew - and he had more that just a faint suspicion -  this dealer would be on a comm to some pirate group even before Niil and Collan were out of sight.


OOC:  Not letting the junk dealer see the full extent of my credits in any way, shape, form or fashion.  Nope.

[GM Craig]

The dealer watches as you fish some credsticks out of your bag. He smiles at you as he accepts them. He checks their balance, and hands you over the passkey. "Enjoy the ride, sir!" He then withdraws into his shop.

[OOC You guys will need some supplies for the trip.]