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Casa Grande is a nice place to stop. Well, if you're a pirate that is. Anyway, this is a great place to sell off those pleasure bots for tons of creds! First stop: Moma's Kitchen. | Casa Grande is a nice place to stop. Well, if you're a pirate that is. Anyway, this is a great place to sell off those pleasure bots for tons of creds! First stop: Moma's Kitchen. | ||
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I sell two off to her at 150K a pop. Seeing as how the market has it at 130K (ooh, that STD virus really drove prices over the normal 50K, huh?) I smelled major profit. Moma is large and in charge though, and she got her money's worth, oh yeah. | I sell two off to her at 150K a pop. Seeing as how the market has it at 130K (ooh, that STD virus really drove prices over the normal 50K, huh?) I smelled major profit. Moma is large and in charge though, and she got her money's worth, oh yeah. | ||
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On our way back to the ship a couple of brigands stop us. They smell money. Kamir smells a fight. Oh yeah. BAM! One of 'em shot me in the arm, and it bled alot until Gerd fixed it. Oh, the brigands had a frequent shopper card at Moma's. Guess they won't need it anymore. Especially the guy who burst into flames. Gerd takes full responsibility for it. Cool. | On our way back to the ship a couple of brigands stop us. They smell money. Kamir smells a fight. Oh yeah. BAM! One of 'em shot me in the arm, and it bled alot until Gerd fixed it. Oh, the brigands had a frequent shopper card at Moma's. Guess they won't need it anymore. Especially the guy who burst into flames. Gerd takes full responsibility for it. Cool. | ||
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Well, time to sell more pleasure bots. I went to a respected merchant in town. He asked that I store my weapons and my friends stay outside. Makes sense, protection is important. He took me down to 100K per bot, and he talked to me about someone diluting his economy with pleasure bots. Oh boy, I'm in trouble. | Well, time to sell more pleasure bots. I went to a respected merchant in town. He asked that I store my weapons and my friends stay outside. Makes sense, protection is important. He took me down to 100K per bot, and he talked to me about someone diluting his economy with pleasure bots. Oh boy, I'm in trouble. | ||
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Anyhoo, I come back with 5 bots and boy, I get swindled. First of all, he knocks the sale price down to 80K. Secondly, he says he could've kill me the moment I stepped in (he's right.) Third, he tells me to get out of town, the merchants don't like me here. Man, he's good at this, I gotta learn my salespeak better. He does smell potential in me, though. He seems like a friendly rival I can buyout eventually. | Anyhoo, I come back with 5 bots and boy, I get swindled. First of all, he knocks the sale price down to 80K. Secondly, he says he could've kill me the moment I stepped in (he's right.) Third, he tells me to get out of town, the merchants don't like me here. Man, he's good at this, I gotta learn my salespeak better. He does smell potential in me, though. He seems like a friendly rival I can buyout eventually. | ||
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| + | We didn't get a chance to buy equipment, and I got gyped. But Captain Marcus is "we earned over 600K credits in a single day! I love you man!" Ah well. Profit is profit, I guess. We decide to go celebrate at a bar. And what's this? A few miners are talking about an abandoned ship in an asteroid field. Hull barely breached, crew dead, inventory left intact. | ||
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| + | I smell '''PROFIT!''' | ||
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| + | We head out soon after. Gotta beat those miners to the booty first. And I simply MUST learn these sensors. They confuse the heck out of me. | ||
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| + | Anyway, we board the vessel and wow, barely untouched. Lots of weapons and rhodium cores and mystery cores just...lying around. What's the catch? I wonder. And then I see it run by. Predator! | ||
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| + | We corner it and boom! Spikerspore! These puppies jet around low-atmosphere areas and can hang on ships for months until there is...say...a Hull breach. Then they come in and kill the crew! Just like OW it scratched my arm! Kamir, kill it! Owie! | ||
Revision as of 16:42, 15 March 2007
Well, KLM here.
Casa Grande is a nice place to stop. Well, if you're a pirate that is. Anyway, this is a great place to sell off those pleasure bots for tons of creds! First stop: Moma's Kitchen.
I sell two off to her at 150K a pop. Seeing as how the market has it at 130K (ooh, that STD virus really drove prices over the normal 50K, huh?) I smelled major profit. Moma is large and in charge though, and she got her money's worth, oh yeah.
On our way back to the ship a couple of brigands stop us. They smell money. Kamir smells a fight. Oh yeah. BAM! One of 'em shot me in the arm, and it bled alot until Gerd fixed it. Oh, the brigands had a frequent shopper card at Moma's. Guess they won't need it anymore. Especially the guy who burst into flames. Gerd takes full responsibility for it. Cool.
Well, time to sell more pleasure bots. I went to a respected merchant in town. He asked that I store my weapons and my friends stay outside. Makes sense, protection is important. He took me down to 100K per bot, and he talked to me about someone diluting his economy with pleasure bots. Oh boy, I'm in trouble.
Anyhoo, I come back with 5 bots and boy, I get swindled. First of all, he knocks the sale price down to 80K. Secondly, he says he could've kill me the moment I stepped in (he's right.) Third, he tells me to get out of town, the merchants don't like me here. Man, he's good at this, I gotta learn my salespeak better. He does smell potential in me, though. He seems like a friendly rival I can buyout eventually.
We didn't get a chance to buy equipment, and I got gyped. But Captain Marcus is "we earned over 600K credits in a single day! I love you man!" Ah well. Profit is profit, I guess. We decide to go celebrate at a bar. And what's this? A few miners are talking about an abandoned ship in an asteroid field. Hull barely breached, crew dead, inventory left intact.
I smell PROFIT!
We head out soon after. Gotta beat those miners to the booty first. And I simply MUST learn these sensors. They confuse the heck out of me.
Anyway, we board the vessel and wow, barely untouched. Lots of weapons and rhodium cores and mystery cores just...lying around. What's the catch? I wonder. And then I see it run by. Predator!
We corner it and boom! Spikerspore! These puppies jet around low-atmosphere areas and can hang on ships for months until there is...say...a Hull breach. Then they come in and kill the crew! Just like OW it scratched my arm! Kamir, kill it! Owie!
