Vyr is thankful to the cheerful Bothan's and thanks them for their generosity. it is nice to see a welcoming face. He falls asleep as soon as his face hit the pillow.
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Vyr joins the rest of the group down stairs for breakfast and enjoys his meal. He hears Tarros's question and decides to not to wait for Anders. "We should just go check out that museum. We don't have any other leads to go on right now anyways. If that doesn't work maybe ask around town. These people seem nicer then that gang was."
Axel is grateful for the lodgings, but he doesn't trust the Bothans. To him, their kind have a reputation for being shifty. However, that doesn't keep him up as he is exhausted and falls asleep on the chair as he is taking his armor off.
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The next morning Axel wakes up stiff. Ooch. that's what i get for sleeping in a chair... and with my armor half on. Groan. He joins the others at the table. They seem to be discussing their plan for searching the ruins. He doesn't comment much, preferring to let the others mete out the details.
Tarros musters up some courage and corrects Vyr. "Well, Samuels also said the old droid factory was a good place to look. It's probably more dangerous than a museum, though, so I agree we should check the museum first."
As you talk about the droid, and the museum, the elderly Bothan, who introduces himself as Eramus Bwa’a’tu, overhears your conversation and gives you directions to the museum. He also doesn’t know about any droid factory, though he points you to one of his friends, a Rodian scrap dealer named Rev, who makes scrap runs south of the city, and could perhaps have knowledge of the factory.
--At the Museum—
You arrive at the museum, which is housed in the ancient spaceport. You are charged a fee of 10 credits per person for the guided tour. You are kindly asked by the attendant to store your weapons inside a number of lockers inside the main doors. The tour guide, a cleanly polished fluorescent green protocol droid leads you through the museum, speaking in a tinny, annoying droid voice. The droid leads you into the main hall of the museum, which is filled with dozens of deactivated combat droids. The droid drones on, giving you the make and model number of each droid, explaining that these droids were all made or found on Balmorra, and when and who they were built for. You are led into a second hall, one filled with protocol and servant models, and then a third, filled with hundreds of failed prototypes. The final hall is labeled, on a sign above the door, Hall of the Unknown. This room is smaller, but is filled with 82 droids that the museum has not been able to properly identify, or activate in order to gain more information. Of the 82 droids, all but four are either not the correct age, or don’t fit the profile of an extremely advanced combat/assassin droid, or have any resemblance to the HK series droid you encountered on Mandalore. The protocol droid leads you back to the entrance, where you are allowed to retrieve your weapons and leave. You exit into the fresh-ish air, and may proceed wherever you like. The scrap dealer should be in the market, and there is local food available there.
"Well that tour guide sucked but we do at least have 4 possible droids. Maybe. Let's go talk to that scrap dealer before we do anything more... active at this place. I would rather not break in and risk making these people mad at us if I don't have too."
Anders shrugs, not exactly thrilled.
"If we could find a security kit that would be really useful. I could use it to make our entry easier."
In the middle of your conversation, the holocommunicator you were given begins to trill. Upon pickup, the grizzled face of Grovan is projected above the device. 'Mandalorians! How is your mission going? Nevermind that. New information. The old fart, Kof? Kosh? Ah, right, Koth. He managed to repair his droidamathing, HK-51 or something, and get him running. That droid is kind of ok, calls everything a meatsack and tries to kill them. We had a few chuckles over that, and we are currently working on replacing his weaponry with up-to-date hardware, and giving him new armor plates, get this, made of beskar. Yeah, we got ourselves a decent amount of beskar, Drang discovered a seam of ore running right through the new well he was digging. Anywho, we will soon have an indestructible assassin droid doing our bidding. Ok, back to my main purpose in calling. The droid managed to connect with his counterpart, HK-55, over a subspace frequency. The droid, or should I say droids, are expecting you. Still active after all these years, who knew. We even got a location for you. You make it to Sobrik yet? Once you get there, find a speeder to rent, we will reimburse you. If there are no speeders to rent, steal one, I don't care. The droid is expecting you. Go two-hunnerd and fifty klicks to the north, there should be a low, rounded hill a dozen meters or so tall. Approach, and have a black and pink flag flying from your speeder for identification purposes. Otherwise he will kill you. The droid has some sort of mission for you to accomplish before he will leave the planet with you, however. Good luck. Survive this, and we have four brand new suits of beskar sitting here for you.'
"Well, I guess we should get going." Anders shrugs again before looking around. "Where's the nearest speeder rental?"
Axel looks confused. "So did our mission change or did we just get new intel?"
Of course, he is excited about the prospect of getting his own set of Beskar'gam, but just a little uneasy about doing missions for a murderbot.
"I think our mission changed? Anyways, we do this and we get our amor so what ever those killer robots want us to do I am doing it. Now were can we get a speeder from and why do they want us to fly a black and pick flag?"