The punk too the notes, and the phone tapped in a number and waited for a moment. "Suri, yeah it's Jao, Listen these two guys I know need to talk.......yeah...yeah...Nah....I still got all my teeth...Alright, just save me a slice next Thursday...see ya."

He hung up the phone and tapped in an address and a time." Fifty minutes, Corner of Jestrafuhr, and Menace."

The punk held out the phone. and looked expectantly at the two.

OOC: he seemed to be speaking honestly, but you don't know what was said on the other end."

"That's all," was all Tal said somewhat dejectedly but then livened up by saying,"You want the job of keeping us informed on the various comings and goings of all parties, whomever they may be for within the port or city in other words."

Looking at his PND for the current time and at the eta of 50 minutes and the location of the meet and got an eta for getting there along with the route to said location, Tal turned to Alex and asked, "If they had acquired a vessel to travel the stars in," and if they, meaning Alex, Swiggy and himself could both go see it and place their possessions on it before the meet, if possible and if not, than after.   Swiggy would come along and meet the Marshal, in the hopes that he wanted the informant job.   Possibly T'risa or Nera would find the need for additional information from time to time, hence the need for an informant, Tal thought.

" I just gave you two pieces of information, The name of my friend, and to stay the hell away from the ships thing...everyone on the street knows that's a fishy deal, and someone is being real harsh on anyone who asked to many questions...<Blue>"The kid shrugged. But you guys look like you can handle yerslef,.."

My number is in the Jao Sinclair...freind's call me Swiggy.....now if ya dont mind i got enough to handle pay my bookie off and I amm out of here....Don't mess with Suri, she'll break parts that don't like to be broken."


Word to you, Circle ain't like a lot of offworld outfits. They don't put people in the river,But they put them in the hospital for a very, very, long time. Combat vets all of them...and they KNOW when yer trying to pull something." At the last comment he tapped his temple knowingly.

Alex nods. We just want to be friendly and avoid the wrong trouble. It is nice to have a map of where trouble might be sleeping, yes? May your good fortune continue

When the fellow scuttles off, Alex takes a moment to compose himself. He looks worn, beat - like it's been a long day already.


00:45, Today: Alex rolled 8 using 2d6.  tapping.
Drain physical attributes to refill psi points.

He looks at Tal,
That was my truth. I don't want to spook anyone.

With the two pieces of info, Tal feels dejected and thinks, well, so much for an informant.   Looking how worn Alex looks and feels, Tal will both help and guide his friend to a more serene location, away from the hustle and bussle of the entertainment center, where they can talk in private about the next move.

When in private, Tal will ask Alex about the specifics of the ship and get his impression of the next stage of their information gathering, i.e. should they make precautions, bring weapons, bring more funds etc.   Maybe more importantly involve the legendary captain and the marshal in the next little bit of negotiation.   Once Alex gets his wind back as it were, Tal suggests that they put into motion their plans and head towards the location.

OOC: Specifics of the ship?

Alex braces himself - It is alright my friend - I was just changing my energy around. It helps no?

He nods at Tal's suggestion,

Yes, weapons - it is easier to trust a man when he doesn't hide his arms

Alex opens his backpack and takes out a very high tech alien looking energy pistol that he hangs on his hip over his cargo shorts.

Now, we should prepare, No? we can go fly over it early and recon before the meeting, or what do you have in mind?

Looking at Alex's pistol, Tal says, that he is better with rifles but will ask if they have enough time to get a slug pistol before the meet.   "As to plans, I think it prudent to let the others know where we are going and why, and to come running if we don't return within an hour or so.   What do you think, Alex?"

That is excellent, my friend ... If you wish to go shopping that is well but I did not intent to imply that carrying a weapon is required just that I'd rather have it be UN-concealed as we do not wish to spook anyone, if they scan or frisk they will be nervous on finding concealed weapons.

Otherwise I believe once you leave contact with our crew we can leave our location markers on and go to the meeting.

We can check our comms for a gun shop near the meeting if you like we can shop before or after ...

Somewhere in the city a microfighter lands. This microfighter is a TAE Army design for close air support as can be noted by large yellow and black cavalry shield on the bottom as it flies over. It is quiet and looks essentially like a Toyota Prius to eyes from our world except it flies upside down and backward from that ancient ground car.

It is flatter on top with a bulging belly and flat front. A series of black gunmetal cylinders barely emerge out the bottom pointing forward and another small powered gun port is on the front right side.

The whole thing is camouflaged actively shining the color that is behind it except for the cavalry symbol on the sloped trailing edge which is only visible when the thing flies ahead and above the viewer. It would be difficult to notice if not for the large black storage pod held on the nearly flat convex roof.

The CAS vehicle comes down in the parking lot of a hotel near the shipyard where there is room in the parking area. Small struts emerge from the thick armored skin to hold the vehicle stable and the entire top opens up like a clamshell.

The interior of this tiny vehicle is all equipment and an assortment of webbing for modular "seating". There are no panels or other structures the whole vehicle is like a clamshell of armor with drives built within a pipe hull.

Out of the Vehicle swims an orange M'nKuhl who is unique in that she is covered in scars injuries and tattoos. The tattoos have military and scholastic motif's with a large Cavalry shield and Gunnery sergeant's stripes.

When she exits the clam closes and beeps to indicate a seal. She floats up into the air looking around for someplace to eat.
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In reply to Alex (msg # 105):
"I concur we shouldn't have our weapons concealed and I don't really need another firearm since I'm competent in unarmed combat, I just would like to feel a little safer if we both had some more show of available security."   Replied Tal to Alex's retort.   "You feel up to heading towards the meet now and if we just happen to come a gun shop, well...?"   Replied Tal to Alex's renewed vigor all the while dialing T'risas contact number to inform her of both the meet and to come running if trouble came a calling.

Yes, comfortable.

The young man did not seem duplicitous,  well no more than expected.
Alex smiles.
We have given the boss's no reason to see us as a threat.
We are meeting an informant, not a boss who wants money and knows you to be very generous. I do not think we need extra show. We just need to communicate and avoid any threats.
....

So - unarmed combat? Then your best weapon is always and never hidden? This is true for me as well. 
He taps his head.

"Well if your feeling up to going to the meet early, I like the idea of scoping it out for any possible threats very reassuring."   Replied Tal as he finished his message to T'risa and started to move towards the meeting location on foot.   "I also like the idea of putting our markers in place before hand."   Continued Tal as he was walking away.

Alex walks with Tal to the neighborhood of their meeting. He checks the comm map for any shops nearby and specifics about the address.

The neighborhood is a bit rough, not dirty, not run down, but the feeling of eyes on there backs let The duo know they are in a place where mistakes could be messy. The adress is a butchers shop, a staple of any neighborhood.

A dozen young women stand outside talking, smoking, insulting one another with flair, and gusto. They eye the duo as they approach and spread out like a pack of hungry wolves.

"So, what brings you down to the 2300s..." One asked sliding smoothly beside Alex, hand running up his arm."This is a rough neighborhood for a handsome Tae like yourself why don't you let me show your around...I know a few nice quiet places."


"Yo can have him," The largest of the group smiled at Tal, "I like this  one...wanna come back to my place for some fun?"

a series of rude jokes, biologically focused joke, catcalls, and one hand out of the crowd finding a place it should not be followed the "introductions"

Alex checks his messages on the walk. When confronted he is completely comfortable, while this is a different planet these are his people the rough neighborhoods are where he's been living all his life.  He knows they can be dangerous but so can he, only he is not mean.
Oh my- I was believing it was being all-business around here but you look so good I could consume every bit.
 Good and I mean really good greetings to you,love. Yes sweetheart I will take some protectiion, do we need to write up a contract? You promise not to betray my trust? What's your name?
Alex keeps the bawdy humor going with implications among others that: there's enough of me to go around, and around and perhaps even around. he says with a smile and a lewd look but keeping it from being serious. But do not you worry, any contract we make even just words I will keep if you will.

My friend and I visit here only a few days but I am expecting to return and spend some money with my friends.

Right now we have some time before meeting. do you ladies have a moment to chat or must you all work?

He speaks with the women keeping it lite and hopeful. He also looks around for a gun shop or a clothing store.

My friend is looking for something iron to wear and I need a suit for a party, is there something nearby?


16:36, Today: Alex rolled 7 using 2d6+3.  Broker. Actually a 6 (+2) for buying stuff if we get the chance.
I think I will end up with a thrift shop 30 year old pimp-out  zootsuit for the party (-:

16:35, Today: Alex rolled 9 using 2d6+4.  Streetwise Previous was error .
16:35, Today: Alex rolled 24 using 2d20+4.  Streetwise to assess how dangerous these women are
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Tal wasn't taken aback by the forwardness of the lady as she said and did as she wanted with him while out in the open, in fact, when her hand went wayward, either for his crotch or as a pat down, he was ready for the move with a move of his own, by spinning her around and bending her towards the ground and replying her gesture with a kiss to her lips.   Tal in turn straightened her up and then his comm phone beeped stating he had a message.   He said when he heard the beep after straightening her back upright, "Excuse me but I finally better take this, it might be important."   With that he'll look at the message about the party.   "Oh great a dinner invitation with someone important and I have nothing really formal to wear," he stated looking around for a formal ware shop or a clothing store near by.

"You, my pretty young friend, wouldn't mind helping me out with all that after my meet with Swiggy's friend, would you."   Tal continued as he was still embraced by the young lady and then let her go from the embrace with his biggest smile.   Tal looked at Alex and then at his watch to see the time and continued walking down the street towards the meeting place and time.

In reply to IooOoo'NackhAa (msg # 106):

HOOAH! IUOU shouts as she gets out of the heavily armored small car. She sheds her helmet and her "clothing" a sort of warming suit that can also act as distributive armor in a pinch. But M'nKuhl prefer to be as they are born unless they are cold and sometimes even then. Everything drops into the thick armored shell of a vehicle before the clamshell closes. IUOU hovers in the air bending and nodding until the large storage unit on top of the vehicle blooms open like a flower to show a solar array.

IUOU checks the surroundings and sets security on medium - alarm and radio contact - On; electrostatic armor -Off

She is the orange of a female somewhat faded by age. Her entire body crossed and strewn with green keloid scars and pale or dark engineered hide grafts. It looks like she was torn apart and put back together, which she was of course, in service to the TAE Army half a dozen times.

As many M'nKuhl do, she covered herself with tattoos to represent her status and career. The rank and status they achieve in traveling and hunting far afield translates to rank and respect in the herd durring mating runs. IUOU a has mated successfully several times and has several sons and most recently a daughter with all of her mo ther's bright fierceness. IUOU thinks of her children often as they grow in the traditional feeding grounds while the adults travel. She longs for the passage of time that she can return to see how they are growing. As always she will bring gifts from the Human worlds she visits and the enemies she destroys.

The most dominant tattoo is a new set of chevrons on her left side above the ventral wing/fin. It shows her rank as Gunnery Sgt.  on the right side is a large cavalry shield that is scarred over showing it to be prior to an old injury.

She has military ribbons tattooed on her chest and a police shield on her left flank a small scout service shield on the right with a sign of several small planets and systems embedded in a star map. On her dorsum there is a pair of large diplomas tattooed with university signs and a visual scan computer code that directs comms to her official publications in xenobiology.

Hooah? she asks no one in particular as she circles the hotel and flies off toward the nearest body of water.
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" All right you apes."  tall, and that was ta for even Valkiir. She stood nearly seven feet tall and wore a mix of rugged clothing and armor. Her long dreadlocks hanging to her waist, and stark silver-white." So your Swiggy's friends. Get in here before I have to get out a fire hose."

As the younger women scattered they smiled flirted and sent their contact info to the men<Blue>."Sorry about that men, are as rare as hens teeth around her this time of the day."

The woman chuckled and motioned them into the store.with a slight smile and bit of affection she spoke. " So you know that little twerp Swiggy?"


"He says you need some info.... what ya need me for?"

Hello, I am being Alex, this is my friend Tal. We met Mr Swiggy at the races. He was working, when we took a moment to get to be knowing each other he was very eager to help us on our way. Alex says with a knowing smile, certain this lady could fill in the details. Funny kid, that "oh shit" expression when being caught, he was reminding me of my own youth.

We are not being here to compete, or be playing in the scene. We have other jobs. we do not tell stories. We help friends. We value information. To be completely honest I am being deputized as some kind of temporary Marshal deputy, you may find in my background next week. But I am not being cop. I do not have any interest in local crime unless... My friend who is helping me wants me to have interest.

He lets it rest a moment.

Tal has been seeing a disturbing coincidence of starship attacks. We are wanting to understand more about this and the people involved.
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In reply to IooOoo'NackhAa (msg # 114):

~ Unidentified flier you are entering restricted airspace, please direct yourself to landing pad two one six Echo for entry." the voice crackled over a local frequency. the hotels security system not recognizing IUOUs transponder as a guest. as soon as she left the sight she heard the recording stop and the tickle of radar across her skin vanish.

near the waterfront several M'n'kuhl were diving and swooping over a rich bait ball of fingerlings. emerging with full mouths and  squeals of delight at such rich fishing so close to shore.

a pinprick of light burst up from the depths as a ball of brightly glowing plasma emerged, danced and darted squealing in the radio spectrum as it played tag with eh trio of juvenile M'n'Kuhl. the rapidifre chatter too fast for anyone but a native speaker to follow..their speech overlapping across a dozen frequencies and blurring together in the way of very young podmates who hadn't quite got the hang of focusing their signals so someone outside the pod could follow the conversation. their accent odd to, definitely locally born and raised.

gotyanoyadidnt,uhhuh,nopenopenopenope,yepgivemefishIgotyah,nopenopenopnahnahnahneeeeecantcatchme!!! ooooooo new playmate....ummm are those uh..whatsits...guns...yeah guns....oooohhhh she's a solberer..soldier silly she's a soooolllllddddiiiiieeerrrrrrrrr

IUOU swoops around looking at the pod of younglings. She is hungry but doesn't want to approach before knowing the local custom.

As she circles she gives clear body signal for being friendly and seeking welcome. She does have gun tattoos along with her others but is not carrying any equipment or clothing save the internally attached neural link and the Comm that is connected to it and fastened on her back.

yeyeyesyesyessoldierrrr she says to the others, Foooood? FffFriend, Ballllttttiiiiiime? she adds. She looks around for signs of any adults in the area.
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In reply to Alex (msg # 116):

Tal just remains silent as Alex takes the lead in speaking and will gesture either an affirmative or negative when needed.   He will look around constantly, clearly nervous around such an impressive looking individual.   He will even look at his watch to indicate that time is of the essence.

"We have a dinner to go to with some high ranking people and my friend and I need tuxedos to wear," he'll say when he catches a weird look from the contact for being to antsy and by way of explanation.   "Have you ever ate with the High Commissioner BloodGlutton before?"   He further asks the lady.

Odd you should ask about the ships, and mention The bloody bastard in the same conversation." The woman motioned and one of the women in the room stood up and headed outside. A few seconds later two burly Valkiir men, and a warhound class cyberoid, emerged from the back room heading out front. combat armor and weapons worn without concern.

You really should leave that subject alone, it's not a simple corporate dispute,...its a nasty bit of work..crews dead, passengers dead...cargo dumped..ships wrecked...not taken." She spoke softly. The bastard is in charge of the investigation for Local defense. He came over from Quetzl high command to look into it...Not a typical piracy investigation."

  "the ships hit are not owned by the same company, and their cargoes are almost always military cargoes..Six agents were put on the local investigation....they all ended up dead, and so did a couple of the Omaeda who were paid to dig up dirt...they died in nasty ways..and so did some of their family....I told my girls to stay clear and keep everyone of our ...friends to stay clear and not ask around."

You can look into it if you like, but don't ask me, or my people about it...after today...its not likely anyone has figured out your interested yet...then again I get the feeling you might want to pack more than a side arm with you for the next couple of days..and hang close to that ship you just bought

she tapped her temple knowingly.

All military cargos? Nothing being taken ? All killed. I'm sorry this is sounding like an enemy spy operation. Is this what you are thinking?

Do our underworld bosses know who is murdering on their turf?

Alex asks, then he ponders a moment, whistfully
There have been times in history, when an enemy is so cruel and the threat so severe that the Dons even help to protect soldiers that we can all defeat the enemy. I am thinking about history of mankind and Valkiir sometimes.

Are you knowing who is the enemy your world is sending ships and cargo to fight?
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"It looks that way to me..don't know what "The Bitch" thinks but We don't talk much." She snorted as she spoke the slang name for the O'maeda local boss.

We aren't real happy about it. If we knew who was calling the shots we'd whistle up some hearth Guard buddies and take them down. But, whoever it is has access to starships, and enough firepower to take down a ship, crew, passengers, and security...that's way out of our league."

  "We aren't planning on sitting the war out here in the bar." The woman assured Alex, But right now the best we can do is what we always do, give people the muscle they need to do business. " She looked mildly disgusted as she continued."The Coven has all the connections, and all the info...until they can tell us where to put our boot all we can do is stay out of the line of fire."