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| - | This time there's something very warm and sincere about the rebel officer's smirk. Gone is the cocksure look of a young man on a power trip, and in its place is a look of genuine respect. "Lady, I like your style. You obviously know what you're worth to us." He cocks an eyebrow at you. " | + | This time there's something very warm and sincere about the rebel officer's smirk. Gone is the cocksure look of a young man on a power trip, and in its place is a look of genuine respect. "Lady, I like your style. You obviously know what you're worth to us." He cocks an eyebrow at you. "How does 20,000 in cash grab you?" |
It looks like your hard bargaining has won him over. The posturing fighters were a test. You allow yourself to relax - not that they could tell you were ever on edge. "Cash will do nicely," you reply with a smile. | It looks like your hard bargaining has won him over. The posturing fighters were a test. You allow yourself to relax - not that they could tell you were ever on edge. "Cash will do nicely," you reply with a smile. | ||
Current revision as of 10:29, 11 May 2015
This time there's something very warm and sincere about the rebel officer's smirk. Gone is the cocksure look of a young man on a power trip, and in its place is a look of genuine respect. "Lady, I like your style. You obviously know what you're worth to us." He cocks an eyebrow at you. "How does 20,000 in cash grab you?"
It looks like your hard bargaining has won him over. The posturing fighters were a test. You allow yourself to relax - not that they could tell you were ever on edge. "Cash will do nicely," you reply with a smile.
"Cash it is." The rebel officer gives the order to dump his ship's cargo, and a single container drifts free of the open hold. When you ping the container with your cargo scanner, you find that it contains 20,000 credits worth of gold! Either these rebels are loaded, or they are just really desperate to get weapons.
You deploy your cargo scoop, and in less than a minute the gold is in your hold. You also jettison the weapons crates so the fighters can clamp them for delivery to the base. Having concluded your business with the rebels, you start to turn the ship around. "A pleasure doing business with you," you warmly tell the rebel captain.
"Not so fast, dear." The rebel captain says, returning to his previous military bearing.
You hide your alarm from him, wondering if he's about to double-cross you for real this time.
"You obviously know what you're doing," he says cordially, "and now we know you can handle yourself in a sticky situation. How'd you like to do some more work for us?"
One of your personal rules is never to ignore opportunity when it knocks, but this guy is really starting to scare you. You decide to:
