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<blockquote data-quote="Shadowdancer" data-source="post: 1625956" data-attributes="member: 515"><p><strong>Date: 162-993 and 163-993</strong></p><p><strong>Location: Sentry Downport</strong></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The crew spends the morning discussing options for refitting and deciding what to do next. During the morning, Marcus announces that he has been recalled to active duty and takes his leave of the crew. Before departing, he hands Vargas a chip containing information about his cousin, a Kevon Holland who apparently may be calling on the <em>Bray Keaven</em> soon for a berth.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Martha determines that the drives are still within spec (though edging close to the borderline), so another jump or two should be okay if the crew wants to head to system 069-526. Vasilii guesses that the jump drive maintenance will probably be cheaper at Fonnein Orbital, though he doesn't know by how much. He also guesses that the popup turret installation and the pulse laser repair will probably be cheaper there also. He doesn't know if the low berth repairs will be cheaper or not.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Martha adds that, while the engines can take another jump, she'd rather not push it any further than that. "Please consider it my recommendation that we perform our annual maintenance as soon as possible."</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Vasilii leaves after the meeting in the morning, the news of Marcus’ departure a little upsetting. In the nearly two months that he’s known the captain, he’s come to respect his leadership abilities and common sense.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Vasilii returns to the <em>Bray Keaven</em> and uses the bridge console to look up information on 069-526. Although he spent his youth growing up on the moon of Estorr, he’s only been through Kleister Alpha three times. The memory of the last time, when he’d been fired from Sternmetal and deposited on Fonnein Orbital, still haunted him. He doesn’t remember any details of that time, only the sense that everyone was staring at him.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Shaking himself out of his reverie, Vasilii looks for economic data that he can use to his advantage. First, he looks to see if any bulk cargo is headed there. If so, he makes sure that it will fit in the cargo hold of the <em>Bray Keaven</em>.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">After checking on that, Vasilii then looks for any speculative ventures. Drawing on his memory of life on Estorr and the data he researched, he tries to find items that are needed or desired on 069-526.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">After his research, Vasilii logs off the computer and heads to the engineering compartment. Finding Martha huddled over the engines (as he expected) he comes right to the point. "Ms. Smythe, would you like me to order materials for any routine maintenance you need to do? I’ve read several logistical studies that point to a direct savings in shipboard maintenance if routine items are accomplished on a timely basis. I’m sure that you have engineering analyses that come to the same conclusion. I’d be happy to help with any small jobs that you need done, although I’ve never actually been trained in starship maintenance. I do want us to be as efficient as possible, however. ‘Efficiency is profit,’ as they say at home."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Vasilii writes down the materials Martha indicates and the possible vendors.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">When she is done, Vasilii continues. "I wonder, have you had a chance to look at the starboard fuel processor? I know the port one is, ahem, out of commission but I don’t think we’ve ever looked at the other one. If it was operating, we could save a good amount of credits buying unrefined fuel and processing it ourselves. Please let me know what you find, I’d be most interested."</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">When done, Vasilii returns to the bridge and opens a comm channel to port operations. He requests standard refueling (refined) and resupply for the ship, and makes sure that the crew knows when the ground crew is arriving so that they can be escorted. He then contacts a maintenance supplier for any supplies Martha needs.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Ian asks for volunteers to help escort the ground crew and observe the resupply. "Don’t want any stray bombs being planted, now do we?" he tells the others. When the ground crew arrives he assigns the volunteers to each person/group and personally pats down each worker and searches their toolboxes, materials, etc.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Once the ship’s business is done, Vasilii turns to personal needs. First he orders a small handcomputer from a major supplier, one of the advanced synaptic models. Then he accesses a starship supplier and orders an advanced vacc suit in his size. Finally, he asks the supplier for any prepackaged cuisines for expeditions. He orders two cases of them, asking for variety. Vasilii requests delivery within 24 hours for all items.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Late in the afternoon, after the resupply crews finish, Swann showers, changes into jeans and a T–shirt, and heads toward the starport concourse, making sure to leave all of his weapons behind on the <em>Bray Keaven</em>. "I hate these high law level systems," he thinks. "I feel almost naked without a weapon tucked away somewhere."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">He heads for the closest tavern, sits down at the bar — out of habit taking a seat that allows him to watch the entrance — and orders a beer with a whiskey chaser. He sips the beer and starts thinking.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Darishun and the Captain, both leaving," he thinks. "Damn, that was fast. Too fast. I liked both of them, too. Marcus is the sort of captain you can respect, not so full of himself he won’t pitch in and help with the work. And the way he brought the ship in to snatch us out of Kingsland; I could be dead, otherwise — all of us could. That’s the sort of man you want to work for, knowing he’ll back you all the way when it counts.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"And Darishun," Swann smiles as he takes another sip of beer. "It’s hard to believe someone that big can be so gentle, and not take advantage of his size and strength by bullying others. He’s one of the nicest sophonts I’ve ever met, and pulls more than his weight when it comes to working. And that’s a lot of weight to pull." Swann smiles again.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"I should be used to people leaving by now. It always happens, sooner or later. I guess it’s better sooner rather than later." Swann drains the last of his beer, then downs the shot of whiskey. "Well, I’ve got some shopping to do. Best get to it."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">He tips the bartender and walks out, strolling down the concourse to the nearest clothing store. He buys four more sets of work clothes, then heads to an electronics store where buys a new advanced synaptic portable computer. He visits an entertainment store to check out the new computer games, but only buys some recorded music: the latest albums by Native Traveller and Mendoza Beaver. Then he heads back to the <em>Bray Keaven</em> with his purchases.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">During his shopping, Swann looks for any stores that sell weapons and ammunition. He wants to know what his options are for buying a new SMG.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Kevon Holland steps onto the tarmac of the downport in his undress uniform, carrying a garment bag over his left shoulder as a petty officer pushes a small case behind him. His father had already arranged an apartment for him on Sentry to use following his departure from the service, fully paid for six months while the young lieutenant commander figured out where he would go next.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Kevon was resigned to taking advantage of the apartment as he rode down on the shuttle from the Frigate <em>Aphid</em>, but is pleasantly surprised to find a waiting message from his cousin concerning his departure from the <em>Bray Keaven</em> and the ship’s impending arrival in Sentry. Fortuitous. By his calculation, the <em>Keaven</em> should have already been in port for a day or two, so Kevon decides to find the small trader and see if that job is still open.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Saro spends part of the day soaking in the atmosphere of the startown at Sentry. He looks to acquire a flak jacket, but otherwise his time is spent wandering, browsing, speaking to random people, and finding out what are the "must-not-miss" spots here.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">His plan is to make sure everyone in the crew has a bit of fun here, since they seem so workaholic. Once he finds an appropriate restaurant he will make reservations for everyone. He will also look for post-dinner hang–out places. Then he will call the whole crew and invite them. Of course, dinner and drinks will be on him.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The first and second days in Sentry pass by pretty quickly for the crew of the <em>Bray Keaven</em>. The sudden departures of Marcus and Darishun put a bit of a damper on the crew’s spirits, but the crew carries on buoyed by hope for future prospects and individual actions such as Saro’s dinner.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Vasilii busies himself with working his contacts to sell cargoes as well as doing some shopping for himself and the crew. He postpones committing to cargoes (both contracted transport and speculative) and a possible mail contract for Alief until at least the start of the third day in port.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Swann spends the time doing a little bit of shopping and canvassing the local scene. Sentry is of a depressingly high law level, and startown and the starport itself both lack any weapon shops. Some drinks and lounging about in the Startown bars isn’t helpful, but a Belter in one of the Starport bars, The Cog and Nut, mentions a Belter named Lysette Tamara stops in the bar at least once a week in the evenings and sometimes has automatic weapons for sale.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Swann leaves a message with the bartender at The Cog and Nut for Lysette Tamara. It says simply, "I would like to meet with you to discuss some possible business." He signs it and also leaves the <em>Bray Keaven’s</em> docking bay number so she will know where to contact him. He gives the bartender Cr20 for helping him out.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Martha, Vargas, and Ian arrange for the repair of the laser turret (at least getting the parts) and the two low berths. Martha, Vargas, and Swann can handle the actual repairs, with Ian doing lifting. Swann suggests that the crew attempt to repair the laser turret themselves but hire someone to repair the low berths. "I don't know much about them, and I don’t want some poor passenger’s death on my conscience," he says.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Out of curiosity, Martha, Vargas, and Vasilii check the starboard fuel processor. Like the port fuel processor, this area looks like a fuel processor, but is really a self–contained smuggling area with its own life–support system. There are two cubes of some sort of opaque, dark gray plastic present. The cubes are about half a meter across and high, and feel and sound rather solid. Both probably weigh at least 25 kilos. There are no obvious seams or openings.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Saro arranges for his party for the evening of the second night in the starport.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"It’s too bad Darishun and Marcus had to leave so fast. We didn’t get a chance to say goodbye and toast to their health properly, but we can always do that in absentia."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Doc, you are the man! Great idea!," Ian says, clinking glasses with Saro before glugging down his drink.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Martha, dressed in a nice, tight-fitting black outfit quite unlike her usual attire, nods to Doc Saro. "Here, here! To the Cap’n!" She smiles as she raises her glass with the others, then savors a draught of the drink the Doc ordered for them. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shadowdancer, post: 1625956, member: 515"] [b]Date: 162-993 and 163-993[/b] [b]Location: Sentry Downport[/b] [font=Verdana][size=2]The crew spends the morning discussing options for refitting and deciding what to do next. During the morning, Marcus announces that he has been recalled to active duty and takes his leave of the crew. Before departing, he hands Vargas a chip containing information about his cousin, a Kevon Holland who apparently may be calling on the [i]Bray Keaven[/i] soon for a berth.[/size][/font] [center]-----[/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Martha determines that the drives are still within spec (though edging close to the borderline), so another jump or two should be okay if the crew wants to head to system 069-526. Vasilii guesses that the jump drive maintenance will probably be cheaper at Fonnein Orbital, though he doesn't know by how much. He also guesses that the popup turret installation and the pulse laser repair will probably be cheaper there also. He doesn't know if the low berth repairs will be cheaper or not.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Martha adds that, while the engines can take another jump, she'd rather not push it any further than that. "Please consider it my recommendation that we perform our annual maintenance as soon as possible."[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Vasilii leaves after the meeting in the morning, the news of Marcus’ departure a little upsetting. In the nearly two months that he’s known the captain, he’s come to respect his leadership abilities and common sense.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Vasilii returns to the [i]Bray Keaven[/i] and uses the bridge console to look up information on 069-526. Although he spent his youth growing up on the moon of Estorr, he’s only been through Kleister Alpha three times. The memory of the last time, when he’d been fired from Sternmetal and deposited on Fonnein Orbital, still haunted him. He doesn’t remember any details of that time, only the sense that everyone was staring at him.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Shaking himself out of his reverie, Vasilii looks for economic data that he can use to his advantage. First, he looks to see if any bulk cargo is headed there. If so, he makes sure that it will fit in the cargo hold of the [i]Bray Keaven[/i].[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]After checking on that, Vasilii then looks for any speculative ventures. Drawing on his memory of life on Estorr and the data he researched, he tries to find items that are needed or desired on 069-526.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]After his research, Vasilii logs off the computer and heads to the engineering compartment. Finding Martha huddled over the engines (as he expected) he comes right to the point. "Ms. Smythe, would you like me to order materials for any routine maintenance you need to do? I’ve read several logistical studies that point to a direct savings in shipboard maintenance if routine items are accomplished on a timely basis. I’m sure that you have engineering analyses that come to the same conclusion. I’d be happy to help with any small jobs that you need done, although I’ve never actually been trained in starship maintenance. I do want us to be as efficient as possible, however. ‘Efficiency is profit,’ as they say at home."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Vasilii writes down the materials Martha indicates and the possible vendors.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]When she is done, Vasilii continues. "I wonder, have you had a chance to look at the starboard fuel processor? I know the port one is, ahem, out of commission but I don’t think we’ve ever looked at the other one. If it was operating, we could save a good amount of credits buying unrefined fuel and processing it ourselves. Please let me know what you find, I’d be most interested."[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]When done, Vasilii returns to the bridge and opens a comm channel to port operations. He requests standard refueling (refined) and resupply for the ship, and makes sure that the crew knows when the ground crew is arriving so that they can be escorted. He then contacts a maintenance supplier for any supplies Martha needs.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Ian asks for volunteers to help escort the ground crew and observe the resupply. "Don’t want any stray bombs being planted, now do we?" he tells the others. When the ground crew arrives he assigns the volunteers to each person/group and personally pats down each worker and searches their toolboxes, materials, etc.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Once the ship’s business is done, Vasilii turns to personal needs. First he orders a small handcomputer from a major supplier, one of the advanced synaptic models. Then he accesses a starship supplier and orders an advanced vacc suit in his size. Finally, he asks the supplier for any prepackaged cuisines for expeditions. He orders two cases of them, asking for variety. Vasilii requests delivery within 24 hours for all items.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Late in the afternoon, after the resupply crews finish, Swann showers, changes into jeans and a T–shirt, and heads toward the starport concourse, making sure to leave all of his weapons behind on the [i]Bray Keaven[/i]. "I hate these high law level systems," he thinks. "I feel almost naked without a weapon tucked away somewhere."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]He heads for the closest tavern, sits down at the bar — out of habit taking a seat that allows him to watch the entrance — and orders a beer with a whiskey chaser. He sips the beer and starts thinking.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Darishun and the Captain, both leaving," he thinks. "Damn, that was fast. Too fast. I liked both of them, too. Marcus is the sort of captain you can respect, not so full of himself he won’t pitch in and help with the work. And the way he brought the ship in to snatch us out of Kingsland; I could be dead, otherwise — all of us could. That’s the sort of man you want to work for, knowing he’ll back you all the way when it counts.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"And Darishun," Swann smiles as he takes another sip of beer. "It’s hard to believe someone that big can be so gentle, and not take advantage of his size and strength by bullying others. He’s one of the nicest sophonts I’ve ever met, and pulls more than his weight when it comes to working. And that’s a lot of weight to pull." Swann smiles again.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"I should be used to people leaving by now. It always happens, sooner or later. I guess it’s better sooner rather than later." Swann drains the last of his beer, then downs the shot of whiskey. "Well, I’ve got some shopping to do. Best get to it."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]He tips the bartender and walks out, strolling down the concourse to the nearest clothing store. He buys four more sets of work clothes, then heads to an electronics store where buys a new advanced synaptic portable computer. He visits an entertainment store to check out the new computer games, but only buys some recorded music: the latest albums by Native Traveller and Mendoza Beaver. Then he heads back to the [i]Bray Keaven[/i] with his purchases.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]During his shopping, Swann looks for any stores that sell weapons and ammunition. He wants to know what his options are for buying a new SMG.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Kevon Holland steps onto the tarmac of the downport in his undress uniform, carrying a garment bag over his left shoulder as a petty officer pushes a small case behind him. His father had already arranged an apartment for him on Sentry to use following his departure from the service, fully paid for six months while the young lieutenant commander figured out where he would go next.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Kevon was resigned to taking advantage of the apartment as he rode down on the shuttle from the Frigate [i]Aphid[/i], but is pleasantly surprised to find a waiting message from his cousin concerning his departure from the [i]Bray Keaven[/i] and the ship’s impending arrival in Sentry. Fortuitous. By his calculation, the [i]Keaven[/i] should have already been in port for a day or two, so Kevon decides to find the small trader and see if that job is still open.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Saro spends part of the day soaking in the atmosphere of the startown at Sentry. He looks to acquire a flak jacket, but otherwise his time is spent wandering, browsing, speaking to random people, and finding out what are the "must-not-miss" spots here.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]His plan is to make sure everyone in the crew has a bit of fun here, since they seem so workaholic. Once he finds an appropriate restaurant he will make reservations for everyone. He will also look for post-dinner hang–out places. Then he will call the whole crew and invite them. Of course, dinner and drinks will be on him.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]The first and second days in Sentry pass by pretty quickly for the crew of the [i]Bray Keaven[/i]. The sudden departures of Marcus and Darishun put a bit of a damper on the crew’s spirits, but the crew carries on buoyed by hope for future prospects and individual actions such as Saro’s dinner.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Vasilii busies himself with working his contacts to sell cargoes as well as doing some shopping for himself and the crew. He postpones committing to cargoes (both contracted transport and speculative) and a possible mail contract for Alief until at least the start of the third day in port.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Swann spends the time doing a little bit of shopping and canvassing the local scene. Sentry is of a depressingly high law level, and startown and the starport itself both lack any weapon shops. Some drinks and lounging about in the Startown bars isn’t helpful, but a Belter in one of the Starport bars, The Cog and Nut, mentions a Belter named Lysette Tamara stops in the bar at least once a week in the evenings and sometimes has automatic weapons for sale.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Swann leaves a message with the bartender at The Cog and Nut for Lysette Tamara. It says simply, "I would like to meet with you to discuss some possible business." He signs it and also leaves the [i]Bray Keaven’s[/i] docking bay number so she will know where to contact him. He gives the bartender Cr20 for helping him out.[/size][/font] [center]-----[/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Martha, Vargas, and Ian arrange for the repair of the laser turret (at least getting the parts) and the two low berths. Martha, Vargas, and Swann can handle the actual repairs, with Ian doing lifting. Swann suggests that the crew attempt to repair the laser turret themselves but hire someone to repair the low berths. "I don't know much about them, and I don’t want some poor passenger’s death on my conscience," he says.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Out of curiosity, Martha, Vargas, and Vasilii check the starboard fuel processor. Like the port fuel processor, this area looks like a fuel processor, but is really a self–contained smuggling area with its own life–support system. There are two cubes of some sort of opaque, dark gray plastic present. The cubes are about half a meter across and high, and feel and sound rather solid. Both probably weigh at least 25 kilos. There are no obvious seams or openings.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Saro arranges for his party for the evening of the second night in the starport.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"It’s too bad Darishun and Marcus had to leave so fast. We didn’t get a chance to say goodbye and toast to their health properly, but we can always do that in absentia."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Doc, you are the man! Great idea!," Ian says, clinking glasses with Saro before glugging down his drink.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Martha, dressed in a nice, tight-fitting black outfit quite unlike her usual attire, nods to Doc Saro. "Here, here! To the Cap’n!" She smiles as she raises her glass with the others, then savors a draught of the drink the Doc ordered for them. [/size][/font] [/QUOTE]
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Traveller T20: Tales of the Bray Keaven [Updated 12-20-05]
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