Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
"I hope this 'we' includes consulting a certain floating organism of infinite finesse and, some would argue, preternatural wisdom?""I have been inventorying our gear and making a list of things we should try and obtain while we are here. We need to talk about upgrades and programming for TB too."
<Response Mack?>
Meanwhile the besalisk clinks datapads, tranfering Mack's data to his own. He starts scrolling through the green holodisplay, beeping-in likely fence prices for items he know about -- at least, 'likely' if they were still in Sel Zonn and not locked up on a frekking navy corvette! "Uh? What daw you see us dawing with a vid-vawx scrambler and a veridictawr, Mack man?" Seems like frekking subtle gear for *this* group!
Mir wonders in on Mack and Sloor... "Morning boys. I hope you both slept well in an actual bed?" She smiles and grins...
"So, we are adding some upgrades to TB?" the woman asks.
"Life is a journey of self-improvement," sighs the droid while reading Mack's list over its owner's big green shoulder. "Not all of them voluntary..."
Sloor throws up a pair of arms: "Alright already! You can pick sawmething nice fawr yourself later awn... Just dan't make it taw pricey, alright?"
"As a productive member of the team, I should be entitled to my own share of the proceits. It is only fair."
"A share? A *share*?! You've awbviawsly naw *frecsing* idea how much I've spent awn you already... If anything, *you* awe *me* a pile awf creds, TB thing."
"Ah, indentured servitude with freedom at debt repayment?" There is a twinckle of satisfaction in TB's optics, like a wampa who's just seen foolhardy prey fall into his trap. "I'll start drawing up the papers."
Sloor rolls his eyes and then dives in: this argument isn't getting away from him that easily: "First awf all..."
Mack looks up at Mir's approach and replies, "Mornin'. Yeah, look here at our inventory and some items we should purchase before splitting up the loot. It already takes into account paying out Keyton's share since he is splitting on us."
Sloor interrupts his debate with TB: "He's what?" First time he's heard of this. "Batan baw's jumping awn us?"
"Blawd and guts up taw your elbaws," sadistically teases Sloor with an elbow jab at TB's casing."I think we can increase TB's medic capabilities with a little equipment and some programming for him to do surgery."
"I would rather have kept my manipulators clean," agrees the hover droid, "Or at least full of grease. Might I suggest the Surgical Expertise module, so that things are at least quick and efficient, if no less squishy?"
«He's talking about the Feat of the same name. 1000 creds.
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