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

[Anastasia]

Tir nods as you go.

Going into the back room, you find a bare and simple set up, a few men chatting idly around a plastic table and chairs. They eye you, but wait for yo to do something before acting.

[Carthrat]

"I heard someone around here buys up ships," comments Carthrat, aloud. "Any of you fellows be quite so kind enough to direct me to him?"

[Anastasia]

Nodding, a rather plain and boring looking human with dull, rangly brown hair replies. "Yep. Got somethin' in mind, stranger?"

[Carthrat]

"Yeah. Nice little ship, I've got," replies Carthrat. "Looking to buy, too."

[Anastasia]

He eyes you, hands running down the sides of his shirt. "Well then, perhaps we can do some business. Got the specs?" he asks gruffly.

[Carthrat]

"That I do," replies Carthrat, producing a sheet of paper and handing it to the man.

[Anastasia]

"Yeah," he comments, snatching the paper and giving it a twice over. "Not too bad - what are you looking to buy? We might just do a straight trade if you aren't shootin' the moon."

[Carthrat]

"Fast, light, working condition, full rack of missiles, y'know, the usual," replies Carthrat. "Nexus-II engines, a Mk V Turbulator, and a powerful sensor array."

[Anastasia]

"Going to be working around customs," he asks, thinking. "Or just a runner ship?" Standing, he eyes you. "I have somethin'  we can do a straight trade for, if you want."

[Carthrat]

"A *reusable* runner ship," replies Carthrat, with great emphasis. "At this point, customs don't bother me, but the ship better be *bloody* fast."

[Anastasia]

"You'll have to pay for extra fuel," he notes at that, but nods. "C'mon, I'll take you to the underdocks."

[Carthrat]

"Right," replies Carthrat, feeling a strange, sinking feeling again.

Once more unto the underworld, he thought.

[Anastasia]

Leading you out the back, you soon go into the back entrance of another building, this one sealed off from the front. A small lift is here, taking you down a few levels to a small, hidden dock housing at most four ships. Only one is here at the moment - hopefully the one he mentioned. It's indeed smallish but not tiny, with a certain space to it in a horizontal, almost hawkish design. It's gunmetal gray and unpainted at the moment, off the line.

"THis is a H-341 model Hyperion Star Cruiser," the agent goes on, smiling a bit. "It's the straight goods here - dual engines, warp drives, some missles and weapons, and even ship to surface teleportation." Grinning, "The Shirian empire just 'happened' to lose a few dozen of these before they got them," he nods. "Normally, this would go for enough credits to buy a moon, but...the weapons systems and armor plating have been stripped down, mainly relying on an energy shield system to protect it. It's not viable for military or brigand use anymore."

[Carthrat]

"I want a full deck of missiles," says Carthrat, glancing at the ship. "Can you refit it overnight? I don't care about the energy weapons; they're just used for painting targets.

Oh, yeah. Is the ship-to-surface teleportation a personal device or a shipwide device? Does it need a dock point?"

[Anastasia]

"With some credits, I can," he smiles just a bit, motioning. "It's a pad system - I'll show you around inside if you want."