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4/26/2016 3:04:09 AM
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[i] Ian raises a questioning eyebrow at her, walking back into his ship and returning with a bottle of water for himself, and offering one to Elief.[/i] "Or do you only drink melon soda?" [i] He says with a grin.[/i]
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She takes the bottle and scoffs with a smile. "If you have that I would prefer it actually" She finished setting up what looks like a small antenna connected to a laptop, she turns a few knobs and dials on the antenna and stands back. In the distance a cloud of sand and dust get closer, the revving of engines becomes clearer. "Go greet our dealers, I need to make sure this is working properly"
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[i] Ian reaches into his hoodie pocket and tosses her an orange and green can with a wink; before placing his hands in his hoodie and walking at a steady pace out to where the people were making their way towards them.[/i]
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A dirtbike is the first to appear and stop in the clearing, followed by two more. In the distance two trucks and a massive eighteen wheeler cargo vehicle close in and stop. One of the bike riders removes his helmet removes his helmet and gives his head quick shake, loosening his hair. "You're with Red Zhackie?"
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"That would be us." [i] Ian says, running a hand through his hair and throwing his hoodie's hood on.[/i]
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"Good" He replies as he unshoulders a bag and hands it to you, the other two bikers replicate his actions with similar bags of their own. In he distance the vehicles slowly roll closer to the ships as men in them exit the vehicle with various types of firearms in their hands. They spread out and around the setting in a rush, some looking anxious, panicked even. "Whole payment as agreed, Sheriff will want to speak with you lot though. You have the forgeries right?"
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[i] Ian certainly didn't have them; so he assumed Elief did. He throws a thumb over his shoulder towards Elief.[/i] "She does."
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A man emerges from one of the trucks as more men exit and begin to load their merchendise. The man approaches Eleif, he looks different from the rest with a cleaner suit and an aged face shadowed by a gambler hat. "You the breaker?" he asks in a ruffled voice "That's me" she grins She reaches into the bag and pulls out several envelopes tied together with a band. "That what you need aye?" he nods and receives the stack. "Your partner has already been payed, give us about 20 minutes to load the merch" He says as he runs his fingers through the stack.
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[i] Ian nods and hands one of the bags to Elief, pulling out a stick of gum and popping it in his mouth. [/i] "That wasn't too bad."
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"And hopefully they will continue to stay not too bad" She responds as she takes a sip of her can and keeps a wary on the screen.
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"And what are we looking at here?" [i]He says, looking over her shoulder and sipping from his water.[/i]
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"Proximity eye, anything approaches us we should be able to see it miles away, as tiny dots. And listen in on any frequencies too. Pretty cool no?"
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"Mmhm. And are we watching for anyone particular, say, a guy who's favorite hang out is the clouds?" [i] Ian says, raising his eyebrows.[/i]
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She chuckles. "I wasn't entirely kidding you know? Bandits still run in these sands, look at them. The Sky Tracer is an urban myth but Sand Bandits are very real" She says referring to the sentry guards, each one had one pair of binoculars and looked in all directions away towards the distance. "And another thing, this only works for the ground, anything that travels in the sky is usually too fast and too high to be picked up here"
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[i] He shrugs.[/i] "Bandits aren't too bad. You're a good pilot, how are you with a blade?"
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"I'm sure a detour would be fine, long as we bring something back with us. Let me tell you, Sandspringer meat on this planet, amazing"
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[i] He shrugs.[/i] "You know your way around here. I'll follow." [i] He says with a smile.[/i]
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"Only times I've used a blade was to either open a can or to chop fruits and veggies"
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[i] He chuckles.[/i] "Fair enough." [i] Elief notices two knife holsters on the small of Ian's back as he turns to look at the guys loading the cargo. One handle is a pure, sparkling gold, the other is a shiny silver.[/i]
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"Shiny" she says. "Real gold?"
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"If I said yes, would you try and rob me?" [i] He says with a laugh.[/i]
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"No, I'd question the practicality of a golden blade. But I'm sure you know what you're doing"
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[i] He smiles.[/i] "Gold and silver plated. Titanium and carbon fiber alloy underneath. Don't tell anyone though; it ruins the cool factor." [i] He says with a chuckle and a wink.[/i]
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"Your secret is safe with me" she responds with a smile. Footsteps on gravel approach, the sheriff. "We've loaded everything, we'll each be on our merry way then, give us some time to get some distance before you take off won't you?" "Sure, don't rush though, we've got time" she responds. "Hugh" the sheriff huffs. "Dealing under the table with runners, what will I be doing next?" he asks rhetorically with a chuckle.
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"Could be doing things a whole lot worse." [i]Ian mutters under his breath.[/i]
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The group loads up and begins to drive away. After letting get some distance from the takeoff zone Eleif begins to walk back towards her ship. "Easy peasy hidden speakeasy, we're done"
