Sara struggles with the thoughts swarming in her/his/their head
"Wha...Who ..are you?" she struggles to get out
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Sara/Oliver is confused he never had a brother, he thinks he is unsure as the voices thunder though his head.
Sara looks over the details she was given and tries to figure out what to do next Smuggler tricks
"You can call me Sara for the time being if you like. You are Savin, correct? I am assuming this line is secure correct?" If she is told yes she goes on "Very well what do we have to work with? I need as much info as you can give me."
Sara nods "Send me everything you have, I'll see what I can do."
Sara doesn't say anything at first but once the hologram is finished she does speak "No I was under the indication this would be a salvage job, which was the reason for lugging my gear along. Smuggling a person off Luna, a place I myself do not wish to be is not what I thought I was getting into. " She shrugs her shoulders "But It can be done, I will need details and a time frame to work with. If I am to do this, I need that info and I need time to contact people and set this up. We talking just the ego or the morph as well? Ego will be much easier as you know"
Sara takes a seat and closes the door, she looks to the hologram and smiles "Ready when you are. and awaits details.
Looking around the apartment Sara nods o the hologram "Why yes, I do think I am. Are you ready to inform me of the details at this time?"
Sara smiles at the other synthmorph. "Yes this form does have some advantages in my line of work, Even if the locales are backward and closed minded about synthmorph's" she says still smiling. She follows the other down the ventilation ducts
Smiling at the slitheroid, Sara nods "Yes, it was pleasantry uneventful. Very soothing really as it gave me time to catch up on some Vids I have been meaning to watch." She says grabbing her tot with her gear. "I take it your here to escort me, yes?" she says pleasantly waiting for the slitheroid to reply.
Great, Oliver thinks Luna. Oliver was still wanted on Luna and was none to keen to be headed toward it. Still a job was waiting. Kal, load up Sara Witaker's ID. I think maybe she should take this trip don't you? a Fine Idea sir the muse replied. He mentally sends commands to his Morph and it starts to reconfigures, becoming taller and well formed, false breasts and female features start to form. Before long a very female steelmorph sits in his seat. Once the ship docks, "Sara" gets off in the cargo bay, with "her" gear. She sees the synth, but is unsure if it is after the passenger from the ship. She tries to read what public info if any is loaded into its mesh and waits to see if someone is here to great "her"
Oliver seeing that the Amphitrite is empty save him and the crew, who have seemed to quarantined themselves, double checks his gear then looses himself in the Amphitrite's extensive entertainment grid as he has little else to do while out of rang of the mesh and in transit.
Oliver, looking much like any old cheap rundown case, awaits his ship surrounded by his gear. He has been here before, not this dock perhaps but waiting for a ship to take him to yet unknown place for a vague job of questionable legality. Most of those ended well, a few of them ended with some lack and now as always he wonders "was it like this, the trip that gave me that lack? the trip that ruined my rep and set some many people aginest me?" But his thoughts are interrupted by Kal "The transport has arrived Oliver" the muse chimes in. As the Flexbot summons hims Oliver begins to gather his gear and follow the syth on to the very white, spartan and well maintained vessel "Kel, find out what you can about this ship, name, registry and destination. And let me know when we arrive in Mesh range" As the ship leaves the station Oliver looks around the cabin to see if anyone else is aboard the transport.
Why not? Oliver thinks to himself. At lest it'll get me out of this dump. He thinks as he takes it the barely up kept room with the flicking lights and corroded walls. << Agreed>> He simply sends cutting off the connection.
<< As long as the pay out is good then yes. What about a time frame? As you know I am currently a bit isolated and arranging a way off station may take some time.>>
<< All in what the job is, I don't sign on blindly. Signing up for jobs blindly in my line of work is risky.>> Oliver messages back. Just who could this be he thinks to himself as he awaits a response
Yes, Kel give me a run down on any ships in dock, arrival and departure times as well. Thinking for a moment Oliver reply's in text as well < What kind of favor>
Spoiler: Oliver had been laying low int this dump of a place a few weeks, doing a bit of research for his next score when the Message popped up. Every since waking up two years ago with an 11 month gap in his mind and a whole slew of pissed off people Oliver has became wary of the odd and unusual.
Still some one had found him here and that was no small feat. "Kel" he meshed his Muse
Oliver: Has any new ships dock with the station?
"Ah what the hell?" Oliver says to no one as he hits the talk option Who is this, how did you find me and what is in my benefit? Hes Meshes to who ever is on the other side of the odd message
Seeker here, about 70% done. Got gear and some tweeking here and there . He ended up with a large side of smuggler as well should be done in a few days at most unless things go crazy here
Ok most of his stats are here. I used my xp to bump stamina, give him som ranks in skills and give him merit ranks.
A clean oliver comes walking out of the brothel "whatchums a doing ...norses likes that raise the dead it surelly will" he lights his cigar...takes a few long drags "now thats some good smoke,yes sir fine smoke it is. Now were ya a saying that store is gots me some stuff to buy" Pats his holster as he walks "Sara and Abagail need some ammo...."
"Am from the mountians and hills,wore ya has to know hows to hunt and shoot if ya in'tending to be to'a go on ah breathing that is." Lites his cig " We kains is a cagy bunch. I rackons I be the fasted trigger man y'all bunch ever did see. I got's this here notchin to ride on up this here way. Heared they's was a'needing a few trigger mens that knowed how to ride and not shots themselves in there feets. So I's thoughts to my self "self" I calls myself self whens thinking ya know so I says "self ya needs to mossy on up that there way and takes a look see" and I say to my self 'Self thats a right good i'del it is". so here I is."
Oh an where is the trading post.If y'all got one anyhow. And one of them bro-roth-e-llls with the nice smelling woman folk. Some good smoke be real nice as well. whats we needs is a list o' things to buy and what not.
Well' I is here. ya rackon i can gets me some ammo....and a saddle for me critter. an'or one ol them 'there dusters. that be real nice like.
I should be done soon I 'rekon anyhows
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