Babylon 5: Outrageous Fortune

[Shayuri]

Ashley smiled. In spite of the whole Shadow-tech thing, she couldn't help liking Sethyk.

"His price for helping us was a ticket offworld," she answered. "As for the plan, it has a lot of mights and maybes, but you're our best shot. Do what you can and keep us informed."

"Is there anything you need from us?"

 

[Dr Simon]

OOC: Friday, will adjudicate that for you, just waiting to see if Vector has any reply to Ashley.

 

[Leif]

Kirth Warren

Kirth doesn't really understand any of the conversation, but listens politely anyway, while wishing that he was back amongst his beloved engines.

 

[Friday]

Eyeing the Centauri now slumped over the table, Vector vaguely realised his error in choosing a Narn establishment. Drawing his attention back to the woman and her companion across the table, Vector looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Find a hotel, let me know where it is and I'll let you know what I find" he stops, sliding Ashley's PDA back across the table and tapping something out on it, "This is my link, let me know where you're staying"
He moves to get up, throwing down some credit chits for his untouched spoo.
"Like I said, I'll make some calls"
He stands, taking another look at the image of the Shadowtech.
"And then I'll let you know my price"

 

[Leif]

Kirth Warren

"Well that was cryptic! Is this ... entity ... going to be of any use whatever to us, or should we hightail it away form here with all possible speed?" Kirth really doesn't know if he's even asking the right questions, he just feels the need to say SOMETHING so that he can feel like he had some sort of input.

 

[Vertexx69]

The stone drunk teenage Centari opens one bleary eye as the datapad clatters on the crude table. Nobody can tell if he has regained consciousness or if it was just a reflex brought on by the sound.

 

[Leif]

Kirth Warren

Seeing the Centauri move, Kirth mutters softly to Ash, "I was sure he was dead...and I'm still not completely convinced that he isn't."

 

[Shayuri]

Ashley turned off her PDA and nodded to herself.

"Both, yes," she said to Kirth, and reached out to shake the Centauri's shoulder. "Up," she urged. "Get up or I'll have Sarhat carry you out. Then you can figure out how much honor having a Minbari schlep you around costs you because honestly...I'm not sure I can count that high."

She got out of her seat. "Lets get some rooms somewhere."

 

[Leif]

Kirth Warren

Kirth, taking a drink just as Ashley makes her astute comment, almost chokes, but only manages to lose about a quarter ounce of liquor as he guffaws loudly.

"Good one, Ash!"

 

[Dr Simon]

As the crew of the Fortune find beds for the "night"*, Vector gets in contact with Quaisak. On the small viewscreen of his communicator, the pak'ma'ra shows up as a slightly rotund example of its race, with purplish colouration to its skin.

"Ah, Mr. Hawthorne. A long time since we've done business, I trust things are well?" Quaisak's translator is a better quality than those used by most pak'ma'ra, with more tonality and a greater nuance of vocabulary, allowing for a more naturalistic speech style than the usual stilted mechanical tones.

Vector discusses the matter of the strange beetle-device.

"It's already found a buyer, Mr. Hawthorne," says Quaisak. "And I'm sure you can appreciate that my clients and source are confidential. But if you are interested I can sell your client the surface coordinates of where my supplier found it. Perhaps they can pick one up themselves. Starting price is 2000 credits. If they are interested, you can all meet me at my usual place of business."

Quaisak's "usual place of business" is a tiny nameless diner down in the lower tier, sector M24.

*Like most artificial environments, Tribon City tends to operate constantly, even though it nominally runs on Earth Standard Time. The planet itself Lison has a day lasting about 10 hours.