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07-28-2010, 05:59 PM
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He attempted to disguise his feelings of ill with a barrage of texts and taking a gander at any spare parts lying around. "Rim. E. Permission. To. Examine. Premises. Always. Looking. For. Good. Spare. Auto Rooter Ftang Belts." He looked at Leclerq, and shrugged towards the direction of the biggest pile of parts available. Last edited by zevonian; 07-28-2010 at 11:03 PM. Reason: slash b, a usual culprit. 
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#47
07-28-2010, 07:37 PM
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James sighed and gave up on his search for tools to take on the room of mass metal, opting instead to see if he could find anything more productive to do in the meantime. He sighed when he couldn't find anything else to do. He got out another pair of his gloves that he was so fond of and called out so the captain could here. "Gonna be on the top of the ship pulling lookout duty for anyone suspicious. That is unless you need me for something else. Then I'll help with that." He began walking back to a topside exit hatch to commence his duty.
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#48
07-28-2010, 10:51 PM
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Devon watches the man approach with a dull look of 'been there done this can I get the t-shirt?' He's always wondered how it is that there are men in the middle of no where moons and planets where kids were starving to death and they were still fat. Devon may not be a muscle bound hulk or the 'Verse's fastest runner, but he could never allow himself to become fat, and fat people frankly disgusted him.
__________________"Hey kid, while Tabitha talks to your father why don't you show me the single coolest thing in the junkyard?" Devon didn't want to talk to Remy, but didn't want his poorly disguised distain to tarnish the dealings. He knew what it was that Hival needed to find, he knew what he was looking for and he knew the kid was starved for attention. His personal goal is to find the remains of a vehicle of some sort. Pushing that grav cart sucked, and he didn't look forward to walking everywhere. He also wanted to find a crane arm that he could install in the cargo hold, in clase the ship ever starts transferring real cargo. Lifting 600 tons of cargo into eighteen foot tall stacks was unreasonable to do by hand. Last edited by DraconigenaArma; 07-28-2010 at 10:51 PM.
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#49
07-30-2010, 09:50 PM
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”Well,” says Rémy, poking at the goods, ”This indeed looks like it could be doing some good.” Taking up the list of goods, he and Tabitha begin to have a good haggle over what they have. Hival wanders off in search of esoteric parts after the junkyard owner waves him away to let him find what he needs. Corey's eyes light up at Devon's question and he nearly dashes off into the junkyard with the visitor. A few aisles down he rolls aside a busted-up mule and rolls back a tarp to reveal what looks to be some sort of satellite, the Alliance logo clearly painted on the side. ”Pa found it after it crashed or something a couple days ago. We dunno what it does, but it's got all these cameras and junk inside. We's thinking they're gonna come round looking for it or something and they might offer a reward.” Unfortunately for Devon, he saw nothing like a crane or vehicle aside from the busted mule aside from the flatbed truck obviously used by the family. Hival's search is unfortunately stymied, as an autorooter ftang belt is a rather specialized part to be found in a backwater junkyard like this.
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#50
07-31-2010, 12:50 AM
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Hival gives more than enough time for Tabitha to haggle. He grabs what he can from his memorized list, including anything he had yet to mention. The rest, well the rest he just hopes that Remy has found or can point out straight away.
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#51
07-31-2010, 08:42 AM
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"Hey, that is pretty cool." Devon agrees, kneeling down beside the satellite. "But also pretty creepy. You know, with those cameras flying over head, taking pictures of things on the planet. Though with the smog here who the hell knows what they can actually see." Devon pauses, a wicked grin on his face. "You know, until they come to buy it back, watch this." Pulling an uncracked lens out of some fixture or another from the satellite, he focuses what sun he can onto a patch of dirt, letting it smoke a little. He then runs the bead of light over some ants and watches them fry. "Try it." He says as he passes the lens over.
__________________While the kid is burning ants Devon checks out the mule, to see how much work it would take to make it run. If it was a hover mule all he'd have to do is get the lift working and they could push it back the same as the grav cart, if it's wheeled and the engine wont turn, he wont bother even trying to push it back. Last edited by DraconigenaArma; 07-31-2010 at 08:44 AM.
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#52
07-31-2010, 09:20 PM
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The mule Devon found is wheeled, but it's main flaw is the fact that its small engine is entirely missing, which would make wheeling it back to the ship fairly easy with most of the weight gone. A minute later, Tabitha's voice is heard shouting "Hey boys, come on back!" and she grabs her com and radios in. "Hey, captain, our new friend has some of what we need. He can give us the plating and sealant with some welding gear thrown in for the shotguns we've got and a third of the crop supplements. Sound good?"
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#53
07-31-2010, 10:15 PM
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Hival hears Tabitha's call and knows it's time to settle up. With arms full of random to most people types of gadgetry, he walked back over to Remy, and placed the items down in front of him. Talktyping followed. "Twenty. Four. For. These. Here."
__________________He had this look of a well versed trader, one with just enough Credits on hand for this separate deal. He tapped out more language, and then inspected the parts that Remy had gathered. "Also. Cortex Ident. Interstellar Course Calc. Also. Wanted."
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#54
08-01-2010, 02:22 PM
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With a handshake and a suave smile Tab bits farewell to the trader, leaving Hival settle up with all the miscellaneous nuts and bolts he had picked up on the way. She stepped back out into the yard and the sun, smiling. The bump on her head had stopped hurting as much. She scanned the yard looking for Devon and the little boy.
It was time to load up the cart and head back to the ship. Hop off to the next town and try to fix the ship. Try to get off-world. So much to do, so little time. She thought, while soaking up the rare Beaumonde sun. Last edited by tsavatar; 08-01-2010 at 02:22 PM.
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#55
08-01-2010, 09:40 PM
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It takes Hu Li a moment to realize she needs to respond to Tab's wave - she's still a long way from being used to that title.
"Fits me poor," she grumbles to herself as she dusts off her hands and walks over to the com. "Like someone else's boots." Punching the com button to respond, the first thing Tab hears is a sigh. "Reckon it'll do, so long as it's all the plating we got call for. Ain't got what we're needin' for the VTOL or the computer gear, huh?"
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#56
08-02-2010, 02:04 AM
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Rémy looks over the small collection of bits and bobs that Hival salvaged from the heaps and then looks at the hard Alliance cash in his hand and smiles wide, saying "Sure, good trade for me." As he takes the paper and flicks through the bills he says "Now that fancy computer stuffs, ain't got nothin' of the sort, I'm afraid. We're mostly a tractor and truck job here. But gimme a moment, I'll grab round my truck and we's can have your stuff on the way." Within a few minutes the fat man (with some help from the others) has his flatbed truck loaded up with a few pieces of quality sheet metal, some welding torches and a few tubes of sealant. The trip is much easier without having to push the grav-cart, and soon the crew reaches the still-unnamed Firefly with gear in tow.
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08-02-2010, 05:59 AM
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While Remy and his men are unloading the flatbed Tabitha climbs aboard the ship and heads for a more private terminal. Once there she does a Cortex search for electronic parts repositories and afterwards tries to call one of her contacts on Beaumonde to see if she could secure the VTOL engine parts and the electronics.
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#58
08-02-2010, 08:09 AM
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James laid lazily on top of the Firefly absentmindedly looking around for anything out of the ordinary. It was times like these that he wished he had a Punchpad or a Squawkbox but then he'd likely break it or it would be stolen, so he decided each time he thought of it that it would be pointless. "Why pay good credits to have something that breaks every few months in my line of work?" He sighed and went back to looking around the horizon from his back.
__________________Movement made him alert, but he lazily flipped onto his stomach before rolling his eyes and looking through his sniper scope. Nobs were turned and things were adjusted before he finally got a good look. He heard the chatter of the salvage group returning while the signature marks of Alliance Hover APC's became clear to him. Lots of them and a more old fashion treaded vehicle. "They're looking for something...could that be us?" With yet another sigh, he hopped up to his feet and climbed through the roof access hatch. "Captain? Captain?" He yelled while jogging through the Firefly at a brisk pace. Finally he found her again and stopped with his rifle pointed down. "Cap'n, Alliance Hover APC's an' one treaded vehicle headed this way. Looked like they were searchin' for somethin' or someone. If you're in trouble with the Feds, then I highly suggest we Guhn Kwai Jio Kai, an' I mean right now." James then started to help the others unload the cargo, for that was all he could do at that moment.
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08-02-2010, 12:27 PM
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"Wong ba dun!" Hu Li snaps. "Ain't nothin' but trouble gorram Alliance troops come lookin' around. No knowin' what spot of business they after. Gorram Sullah and whatever ruttin' deal got him plugged."
Struggling slightly under the awkward weight of a crate of sealant, she all but drops it to the deck in a spot that's at least close to where she intended to put it and sprints back over to the com. "Deacon!" she half-shouts into the com, loud enough there's a fair chance he'd have heard her without it if he didn't have the doors closed up there. "Hope you ain't messed up the wirin' too bad - we got a powerful need for some air right about now. Feelin' a particular urge to see what the other side of Beaumonde's lookin' like. Make me happy." Turning from the com, she runs back over to help get the cargo inside. "Don't worry about lashin' it in all pretty like. Ain't much more damage can be done to this tub stuff starts to slidin' about in here."
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08-03-2010, 05:05 AM
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~Deacon fixes what he can, but runs into a small hold up. For the co-pilot’s controls to work, a new rotor pin would have to be fashioned. After doing everything else he could, a short trip around the ship, mostly in the area of the cargo bays, was in order to find just the right part.~
__________________Dice Looking for the ruttin part:
Deacon had gone back to work making everything look real shiny in the cockpit. The wiring was old for the most part, but wires were plentiful, and there was never anything wrong with making sure things that have to do with keeping the ship moving were going to keep working. Deacon had been on his back once again, looking up into the bottom of one of the consoles when the yell came over the calm. The initial scream of his name scared him, causing him to jump and crack his head on a nice hard piece of metal. As the rest of the message came through, he was on his feet and in the pilot’s seat as quick as he could. His hands moved quickly over the controls as he fired up the engines and got all the bells and whistles going. Taking hold of the wheel, Deacon gently, but quickly lifted the Firefly off the ground and made haste towards a direction completely different from where they had already been. Dice Flight Check-Agility+Mid-Bulk Transport:
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