Disaster in Space/Amy:Rebels:Negotiate
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| - | Between your smuggler's instincts and your woman's intuition, you think you know how to deal with this guy. You put on a stern face, mirroring his authoritative demeanor rather convincingly. "You may not have cash to pay me, but you're not getting these weapons without ''some'' kind of payment. A girl's got to make a living, you know." You casually fold your arms across your chest, pushing up your bust in a way that gives him something to look at and communicates total self-confidence on your part. | + | Between your smuggler's instincts and your woman's intuition, you think you know how to deal with this guy. You put on a stern face, mirroring his authoritative demeanor rather convincingly. "You may not have cash to pay me, but you're not getting these weapons without ''some'' kind of payment. A girl's got to make a living, you know." You casually fold your arms across your chest, pushing up your bust in a way that gives him something remarkable to look at and communicates total self-confidence on your part. |
You can see the officer sizing you up with a faint smile, but he only rolls his eyes. "Give me one reason. And bear in mind that any one of these fighters is more than a match for your little hauler." As soon as he mentions them, the four fighters escorting his ship wag their wings at you menacingly. | You can see the officer sizing you up with a faint smile, but he only rolls his eyes. "Give me one reason. And bear in mind that any one of these fighters is more than a match for your little hauler." As soon as he mentions them, the four fighters escorting his ship wag their wings at you menacingly. | ||
Current revision as of 10:54, 11 May 2015
Between your smuggler's instincts and your woman's intuition, you think you know how to deal with this guy. You put on a stern face, mirroring his authoritative demeanor rather convincingly. "You may not have cash to pay me, but you're not getting these weapons without some kind of payment. A girl's got to make a living, you know." You casually fold your arms across your chest, pushing up your bust in a way that gives him something remarkable to look at and communicates total self-confidence on your part.
You can see the officer sizing you up with a faint smile, but he only rolls his eyes. "Give me one reason. And bear in mind that any one of these fighters is more than a match for your little hauler." As soon as he mentions them, the four fighters escorting his ship wag their wings at you menacingly.
The negotiations are taking a turn for the worse. You decide to:
