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 Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 11:26 am
Wipeing bits of spittle from her face, curtesy of the long stream of obvious insults and curses spouted from the Dug, Kara frowned disgustedly.
"Yeah, that much Ive determined. As much as I'd like to exchange foul words with one another, Can you just tell him I'm looking to purchase an Astromech? The faster he gets one out here, the faster we can be out of each other's hair."
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 11:34 am
The Bartender glanced up at him suspiciously, eyeing the bag, the smuggler and the boy all in one glance.
Not liking what he saw apparently, he looked back to the buisness of cleaning glasses.
"Don't know any Charr Nbarr. Besides, this is a private club and he's under age." He said, pointing to Lenler.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 12:00 pm
"Good point, sorry, sorry." Lenler said, backing up towards the exit. "I'll just be leaving then." He left the building and sat down outside, grumbling softly.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 12:05 pm
"Hes not ordering, but I am, if you want I'll pay double what the normal price is for the ale." Rate moved his bag from the bar to the floor, sweeping off with his hand any dust that may have been placed on it."I'm looking to hire him, if hes still in the business of mercenary work." Rate added as he looked around, he noticed a few older patrons that each looked a bit like the other guessing they were some of the clones that were in the Civil War back in those years. He turned his eyes back to the barkeeper.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 12:14 pm
"No Mercenaries here, Spacer." The man said calmly. "Just old soldiers who've payed their dues to the Republic. You want to hire blastslingers, you might want to look up the Hutt syndicate."
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 12:24 pm
"What about rodians? Any of them around?"Rate asked in one last attempt, his eye met the bartenders as he placed his folded arms onto the bar."I'm really in a hole, yah'know? Could use the help."
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 12:26 pm
"Why are you looking for greenies?" The man asked, not bothering to look upon the offworlder.
"Did the Imps put a bounty out on Xenos now?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 12:30 pm
"No, but they took my ship. And I don't take kindly to that, and I hear theres a rodian around here that knows how to get a job done." Rate stood up and stretched."I'm sure you'll let him know that theres someone looking for him." He turned and left, walking out the doors of the Club and patting Lenler on the shoulder.
"Stop sulking boy. Now are you sure theres no one else around here that makes guns?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 12:44 pm
"Not that I know of, actually." Lenler said, standing back up. Sighing, he said "Sep always made my guns..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 12:48 pm
Giving a sigh, Rate made his way down the street."Come with me, we're gonna take a walk through the spaceport." He said to the boy and started off towards the port.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 1:01 pm
"Alright." Lenler said, following close behind Rate, in case he was needed. He felt the area of his vest where he usually hid his gun in a holster, wishing that he hadn't left his weapon at home. The spaceport was frequented by some of the least desirable people on Seya-Qu, and they'd probably be pretty disgruntled, with the new Imperial restrictions on just about everything...
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 1:34 pm
"They're up along the next wall, madam. It usually works best with point and click interface, if you catch my analogy," N-3PX said, before relating something in Dug. The small bipedal mammal pulled a small transceiver out, as a quick noise disengaged the hockles, freeing the protocol droid.
"I must say, its about all the motion I get anymore, when someone looks for other droids," the protocol droid stated, as the Dug gave it a rather harsh push to the rear. "Nobody really on planet has use for a translator like myself."
The next wall held six units, three on a shelf. C4 sat on the far end, rather perterbed at the lineup.
"The R1s are perhaps the cheapest things we got," N-3PX stated. "Unlike myself, they're probably mroe in your price range, although we even have a cheaper P1 unit. I don't imagine you're here to spend a lot of credits."
Sluggo spat out another foul string of curses at the translator. "I'm afraid I cannot translate that to the customer. My programming does not allow for such peculiar language." Turning to the lady, "Although he raises the question, what does this particular organic do, much less need an astromech for? Hydroponics?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 1:40 pm
"I'm with the Imperial Navy." The woman said patiently. "Price isnt an issue. What I want though is something that can fix Comn equipment and repulsorlifts. I've a transport that needs to be up and running within a week."
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 2:00 pm
"Most peculiar, if I do say so myself. Is it by my understanding that you will not be the said owner, then? As we can easily do memory wipes for free if you desire a more... complacent AI. Seeing as how I assume you are going to just use it as stock model?" The rusty droid inquiered, much to the annoyance of teh Dug.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 2:16 pm
"I'm paying for it. Its my property. Thats as far as you need to know. We can wipe it's memory ourselves so don't worry about that."
She looked at the row of droids and pointed at the middle one on the top shelf. "What're the specs on that one?"
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