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Post by Vincent on Apr 10, 2007 18:47:42 GMT -5
The Hijrah lands almost flawlessly on the small and rickety landing pad located on the outskirts of the floating city. The ship is greated by a weasely looking man in his late 30s, he's scruffy and dirty, looking rather unsavory by normal society standards.
The cargo hatch of the Hijrah lowers and Vincent, accompanied by Miguel, Nahla, and Nivzad. Rafee and Tresk remain on board to finish last minute repairs and secure the ship. Never leave a pirate ship unguarded.
"Ah my old friend!" Exclaims the weasely man as he approuched Vincent, giving him a friendly hug and pat in the back.
Vincent responds in turn. "Sergei! You dirty bastard, you. Hope you haven't been causing too many problems for the fine folks here." They both laugh. "Just a few minor problems, but I swear to you." Placing his hand over his heart. "I was completely innocent of all charges." Vincent scoffs. "You? Innocent? That's orginal. You have the supplies I called for?"
Sergei nods, motioning Vincent and the rest to follow him. "This way, it's all ready. Ammo, food, fuel, and a few things extra I threw in for my friends."
The group walks off with Sergei towards a tiny werehouse adjacent to the landing pad.
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Post by Vincent on Apr 11, 2007 19:02:34 GMT -5
Vincent's three crew memebers rummage through the crates, inspecting the merchendise like kids in a candy store, while Vincent and Sergei discuss payment nearby.
"How much damage we looking at here, Sergei?" Vincent asks, taking out a gil credit chit from his coat. Sergei plays around with a calculater, muttering to himself the various items in the crates. "Lets see, I'm thinking 12,000gil?" Vincent's eyes grow wide with surprise, he chokes down saliva. "12,000gil! That's asinine! I can't afford that, haven't had a good cache in nearly two months." Sergei raises his hands reasuringly. "Fine fine, I understand your dilemma. I perhaps could shave 2,000gil off."
Vincent shakes his head disapprovingly. "Still out of my price range. Perhaps we could cut somethings out? I honestly don't think we need anymore small arms..." Vincents words are met angerly with the resounding clank of a machine gun round being loaded from Nahla.
Vincent rolls his eyes. "Cut the small arms out, I'll take the ammo that we can use though. Knock off an 1/8 of the fuel, keep the food stuffs though. I won't cut that cornor, same with the engine supplies." He stops for a moment. "That reminds me, what were these extra things your 'threw' in?"
Sergei's eyes light up. "Glad you asked! Right over here." Sergei walks off to a crate, sitting alone on the storehouse floor, Vincent following. Sergei unlatches the straps around the medium sized metal crate, exposing six breathing devices. "Gas masks?" Vincent mutters, rather disappointed and unimpressed. "No, no... well yes, but these are better!" Sergei reassures Vincent, picking one up to show him. "They're called SCRUBERs!" Sergei hands Vincent one, he inspect it carefully. It's a rubber and metal device that covers the mouth well, even for those with muzzle skeletal structure such as Vincent and Miguel. Several unusal filters adorn the surface with a strap that can go around the head. "These are useful for both biological as well as chemical." Sergei explains. "They are light weight and they don't need an airsupply nor do the filters need to be replaced regularly. You breath in, the device filters the air to near perfect oxygen, hightening muscle response and alertness, all the while protecting you from any and all harmfull properties in the enviroment."
Vincent grins and nods, impressed by the little device. "Could be useful, where did you get them?" "Doesn't matter, but they are my gift to you." Sergei explains. "Alright, so how much now?" Vincent asks, tossing the SCRUBER back into its crate. "How's 7,000 gil?" Vincent nods, taking out the gil credit chit and punching in a few buttons, he hands over the device to Sergei who presses his thumb against the pad. "Excellent, let's get this stuff onto your ship then!" Sergei cheers.
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Post by Vincent on Apr 12, 2007 23:30:56 GMT -5
With the help of Vincent and his crew, Sergei's crates are loaded onto the Hijrah. Vincent says his good byes to Sergei, turning down his offer for a last minute drink and boards his ship.
Sergei steps off the landing pad, covering his head and eyes as the Hijrah's engines fire up, kicking up a heavy wash. Sergei waves them good-bye as the Hijrah soars off to the south.
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