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

[Anastasia]

Tir nods agreement for now as Carthrat tears up his food. "I'll get started myself soon," Rachel comments. "When should we meet up again?"

[Carthrat]

"We've gotta get some communicators before we go anywhere," notes Carthrat. "Then we'll meet at the shipyards. Tir, I'm counting on you. Rachel, you too. If you can only find one person with the right mindset, that'd be excellent.

Is there anything you guys want in particular that I can get? And believe me, I should be able to get almost anything. Champion negotiator that I am, and all."

[Anastasia]

"Okay," Rachel agrees. "I'd like a nice bathroom in the ship, perhaps," Rachel says thoughtfully. "Some living space if possible would be nice."

[Carthrat]

"Living space costs too much," replies Carthrat. "It's expensive enough to get a bloody ship that flies. Besides, we're not likely to spend as much time in space as we just did.

I just don't want to risk taking public transport to a dump like Heli 3. Being able to make a quick escape on your own terms is a sizable advantage in chaotic conditions."

[Anastasia]

Tir nods. "Heli 3 looks like a kettle that could boil over, too. No need to take any risks with it....ones we don't have to, anyway," he smirks to Rat. "I'm sure you'll provide enough ones that have to be taken."

[Carthrat]

"It *is* a kettle," replies Carthrat, grinning. "And it is boiling over. And that's why it's so perfect. Care to guess why?"

[Anastasia]

Grinning back, Tir goes on. "Sure, because you want to blow stuff up, Rat."

Rachel rolls her eyes at this, but stays quiet.

[Carthrat]

"No! I don't!" replies Carthrat, vehemently. "If I wanted to blow things up, Heli-3 is not the place to be. It's more a place to get blown up than do the blowing, like you're so used to."

[Anastasia]

'Heh," Tir just smiles. "Anyway, go on, Rat." he says, shifting a bit on his seat. "Unless you want to spend all day here?"

[Carthrat]

"As I recall, I was the one asking the questions," replies Carthrat, dryly. "And the question was; what gear do you want? Now's the time to remember, so I can get it without breaking heads, as I'm sure I'll have to do to get anything I want elsewhere.."

[Anastasia]

"I'm fine," Tir says, Rachel nodding after that.

"Besides that, no, I don't have anything in mind." Rachel supplies.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat scratches his head. "Well, if you say so. I guess you guys didn't get all your stuff stripped from you, after all.

Come'on, let's get back and sell that freaking ship before someone catches us."

[Anastasia]

OOC - Time to scene skip. Yay.

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Leaving behind the restaurant, you proceed to the biggest non black market ship selling point here - Ran strictly buy a guild who deals with this thing. They inhabit a snug little building near the lift down to the docks, a faint trickle of people going to and from.  Inside a front area decorated in the metallic style - Shiny metal, and not much else - is a simple wait area, as well as a receptionist to sort you if you wish to sell a ship. Past her, you can see where the main little selling pit is. It's a cluster of computer areas and tables for haggling, various ship spects pinned to the walls.

[Carthrat]

"Hey, Tir, what can we say about that ship?" asks Carthrat, snorting. "Got some handy adjectives to use?"

[Anastasia]

"Sure," Tir nods.  "Like buy it and it's shiny," he shakes his head. "I'm not that great a haggler, I admit."