voice

[outer_npcs]

Ah! These now work as well. Excellent.

Welcome to your new home away from home. I am the first and last person you'll ever need to know. You'll notice we don't have much in the way of material goods but you are in luck. I am the resident trader of the Old City.

Should you need something, we might be able to make a trade.

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Dated probably the day after she arrived

[buckingauthority]

[Starbuck hobbles in on one crutch (which she's been told she'll have to return to the hospital). She's kinda pissed about it, but she's been ordered to rest her knee as much as poss to let it heal. Which means that lugging her harness with oxygen tank and helmet attached has been tough going. But she's perservered and is now dumping it on the counter.]

What can I get for this? It's got at least 48 hours of oxygen left in it.

[outer_npcs]

[He tries not to look too happy about what she had to trade. He can so use that! ]

Depends on what you want. Basic new to the planet package? [That includes a comm device, some clothes, a few weeks of food and a weapon.]

[buckingauthority]

Sounds good. Already got protection. [She pats her thigh holster] Could do with more ammo, though, if you've got the right size. Also? Alcohol. Harder the better. Tobacco cigarettes or cigars or whatever the equivalent is that you guys smoke around here.

[Kara has her priorities straight, okay?]

Plus any spare painkillers you got tucked away for a rainy day.