Carthrat's journey into space - Round 3! Heaven or Hell!

[Carthrat]

"Useless!"

Carthrat stomps off towards the market attendant. "Heya! I have a ship to sell. Who do I talk to?"

[Anastasia]

A rather corpulent alien gazes at you with lidless eyes, your reflection in his shiny whites. "A ship? You're in the right place - what's the make and specs?" he asks, prying right on in.

[Carthrat]

"It's a Karol-Class chassis," replies Carthrat, mentally pulling information out the back of his mind. "But the design isn't standard. There's a notable boost in armour and firepower, and the engines use a capacitator flux module instead of the usual ion thrusters. It actually travels faster this way; it uses a higher-grade fusion core, so the capacitators can do more capacitating instead of standard drive.

It'd make an excellent armoured transport vehicle, or even the perfect craft for a paranoid merchant."

[Anastasia]

He nods expeceptantly as you describe the ship. "It does sound interesting - what are the specifis on the firepower?" he asks, maaking mental calculations all the while.

[Carthrat]

"Four banks of Fusion Arrays," replies Carthrat. "They're versatile; if you convert power from the engines, they can become exceptionally heavy weapons. However, they also make a handy getaway gun."

[Anastasia]

"Well, if the inspection bears true...I could offer you around 200,000 credits for it," he ventures forth, smiling quite broadly and greasily.

[Carthrat]

"So, yeah, Tir, as I was saying," replies Carthrat, turning back to his friend. "Did you hear about the massive deflation in the value of the Credit?"

Hopefully, Tir was smart enough to play along..

[Anastasia]

Nodding a bit to go along, "Yeah. A single credit is just crazy there days."

The dealer doesn't let himself get mad, just rolling with things instead. "I'm sure that if your ship is everything you say it is, then perhaps we can deal with the price more then."

[Carthrat]

"Yeah. You missed a couple digits," notes Carthrat, dryly. "Will you be inspecting it yourself?"

[Anastasia]

"My associates will be," he says smoothly. "They can meet you at your ship whenever you are ready, Mr...?"

[Carthrat]

"Mr. Torin," replies Carthrat, sliding a glance at Tir. "This here is my associate, Nezumi-San," he continues, gesturing at the man himself.

"It is located at Docking Bay 3. I'll be there."

[Anastasia]

Tir nods briefly, sendingt Rat a momentary glance of annoyance at the name choice.

"Fine," he says. "We'll be over in an hour. Is that satsifactory, Mr. Torin?"

[Carthrat]

"It is," replies Carthrat. "An hour, then."

He turns and walks off, supurbly disdainful..

[Anastasia]

Falling in step with you, 'Nezumi-san' smirks a bit. "Mr. Torin," he asks quietly, a bit of a grumble there. "Wonderful originality, Carthrat."

[Carthrat]

"I'm not used to giving false names," replies Carthrat, snorting. "The universe is supposed to fear me! I'm not supposed to fear it!

I miss the good 'ol days.."