Stray Dogs Episode 2 - Going Knowhere

"Hey S'skaar, be a pal and front me a few creds. I spotted a sweet piece of kit over there..." Hotwire trails off when he notices the newcomers for the first time and realizes that here might be a potential employer.

"How much you need? Seems Saru won't bee needing his cut..."

Before they leave, S'skaar will eye Tchok and notice he only has a rifle as his heaviest weapon...

"Hey say friend... what is your name? Listen, we happen to have an extra assault rifle lying around, since we're going to end up working together, how about we gift it to you, as a show of good faith?"

As soon as free commodities given in good faith are suggested, Tchok's eyes briefly become furious before finally narrowing into suspicion. There is no such thing as free commodities given in good faith anywhere on Tchok's home planet and any offers to the contrary would immediately be seen as a scam of such amateurish nature as to add insult to the intended injury of the "mark", implying that the intended target of such a scam is too stupid to recognize the setup for what it is.

"My name is Tchok", he tells the Skal'Az, giving him an icy stare. "Come Suple," he says, and instead of accepting S'skaar's generous offer, Tchok pointedly resettles the old rifle's sling on his shoulder and follows the others.

Kalerik is watching all this without saying a word (indeed, strange, for the fiery-mouthed pilot). He seems to be wondering about what to do. He was a pilot, however, the desire to fly had abandoned him. Space no longer held the wonder it once had, it no longer distracted him from the death (the "missing in action") of his father. The worry that gnawed him on land had seemed to have tired him out, leaving him emotionless.
"Damn." he mutters to himself as he walks with the rest of the team. And he keeps an eye on this new human...

"Hum... okay... guess we'll just sell it then..."

S'skaar thinking the warm-bloods can be weird at times...

"Weird guy indeed..."

"Let's go Hotwire. I'm in no need for supplies and will gladly help you buy your new equipment, maybe we can pimp the ship a little bit..."

"We'll meet with the rest of you here later to talk with those weirdos, a job is a job they say"

"Okay, well since nobody needs anything else, let's go see what we can get for the Ronin... I don,t feel like going back to the Ronin just to get 3 guns to sell later, we can sell them later at some other place, beside, considering what we already have, it would be only chump change..."

"Yes, let's go!" Exiting the store, there's an extra spring in Hotwire's step at the thought of the tasty upgrades for the Ronin he hopes they'll be be able to score.

"I'm going to trust your judgment here Hotwire, my speciality is more softwares and medicine..."

Hotwire rubs his scaly hands together. "Let's see what this fine establishment has to offer! I wonder where this gentleman Rajma Dal might be?"

Tchok's eyes scan over the junk, seeing nothing specific and taking in all of it. Dumps like this make him feel like he's home, where nearly everything was saved and traded well past past its intended usefulness, but based on the value of potential usefullness later.

On his planet Tchok knew the owner of such a dump. She was extremely wealthy and she had a very vicious security setup in place to protect her hoard. Tchok looks around to see what sort of security system this Rajma Dal trader has incorporated.

"Let's see what you've got, my good fellow!"

"Let's start by seeing what we can afford and then we'll go from there. Although, it might be nice if we could replenish our missiles reserves somewhat; our launcher has been empty for a while..."