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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2016 11:06:23 GMT -8
playing with his necklace again for a moment, the jawa chittered seemingly into thin air. A moment later the necklace replied. It would seem that there was a commlink built into it as well.
-Jawa warboy
We can give you a ride to the palace. From there the elder will decide whether to help you more. We must go to help our brothers with salvage. Board if you wish a ride. Otherwise the town is that way.
The jawa points in the way the convoy first arrived from, & the direction that the human had been walking.
==At the wreck of the Occam==
There hadn't been any survivors. The last of the fires had been put out, but it was still risky. Several long bits of tubing worked to pump the remaining fuel & other hazardous fluids from the wreck. It would be easy enough to store that material on the Silver, until they returned to the Palace. The few fragile systems that had survived the wreck where also pulled out. The majority of the ship was left intact. The war rigs were being heavily loaded with anything that was vaguely loose that couldn't be secured in the wreck itself. It would be bad it things fell off or out of the wreck while they were moving it.
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Post by Tal Renning on Jun 9, 2016 11:34:03 GMT -8
Tal's eyes widened as the Jawa offered a ride to 'The Palace'. He figured that couldn't be terrible, but this was the first time all day he'd seen anyone or anything other than sand and dunes. He nodded at the Jawa, speaking as he turned.
"I would appreciate it... Let me grab my things quickly..."
He turned, gathering up his things and stuffing them back in his knapsack. He carefully closed the bag, shouldering it and stepping out onto the dune once more. He motioned towards the Jawa.
"I'm ready when you are..."
Tal didn't know where this was going to lead him, but anywhere was better than being out here in the desert by himself. He knew a few survival tricks but he certainly wasn't a grunt in the Republic, he was a communications officer and as such he never really had to go through much of the infantry training. He half walked, half limped in the direction of the transport.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2016 11:43:05 GMT -8
With the lost human aboard, the war rig once again lifted from the ground & raced off toward the rest of the convoy. On arriving, there was already a pile of things waiting to be loaded into the rig. Massive cables were being welded along the hull of the wrecked ship, a keen eye would be able to follow the massive cables back to the massive shining ship parked nearby. As the war rig was being loaded, Silver lifted into the air, trailing a web of cables. Slowly pulling them tight, the wreck shuddered as it was slowly pulled from the cradle of sand it rested it. The technically smaller ship, hauled the wreck up into the air accompanied by the collective cheers of the jawas. As the war rig finished loading, Silver began making its way back toward the Palace, much slower than the trip out in deference to its massive load. The war rigs & equally loaded speeders followed along, carefully watching the treasure trove that the wreck represented.
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Jun 17, 2016 20:02:36 GMT -8
The dingy swoop came to a rest, its' intake caked with enough sand to short out the rust-bucket's motivators, stranding its' occupants in the middle of this vast wasteland.
"Fugging piece of whomp-turd!" Enam grumbled, laying into the swoop with a boot of frustration - which actually helped dislodge a good amount of sand. "What were you expecting?" He yelled off to his companion in the distance before turning back to the swoop with a scowl for one more boot of punishment. Enam surveyed the endless dunes, his eyes shielded from the suns glares as he peered through his re-breather mask. His eyes eventually came to rest on her. Her darkly robed form an odd silhouette against the endless expanse of golden sand. What did she hope to accomplish? What did she hope to somehow learn of receive from coming back here... back to the beginning.
"Did you hear me?" Enam asked in his usual gravel-tone, the mask on his face only helping to distort it more.
"Yes," was the reply he received through Xxoxia's mask. It was soft, as if she was replying only half consciously. Her stare was still out looking through the dunes.
"Kiddo, Xia... What did you expect a-"
"I expected NOTHING!" Xia shot back in absolute frustration, before slackening with a deep breath as she turned her gaze back out to the Dune Sea. "There's nothing..." she murmured hollowly. "There's been nothing for two year, Enam." She stretched her arm out and sweeped it across the endlessness of the dunes. "The Temple's gone, Sinistra is gone, anyone who WE know who knew the Old Man is gone... We're here," Xia's head lowered a bit. "We're here for closure I suppose." She looked up at the suns, even with her mask she had to squint. "I'm here to never come back."
Enam was silent for a moment. A silence that only came when he was in deep thought - a silence that rarely came. He thought of his own exploits after having to leave Tatooine as a fugitive. And how it seemed he was fated to also step upon this sweltering husk of a planet time and time again. He gave his former Master's teachings a ghosting thought; the world around them was not as random as it seemed. The Old Man's voice uttered it's nonsense, and Enam fought it by shaking his head. "I get that," He finally said. "I get it..." And with that Enam crossed his arms and gave himself a nod; as if he'd bestowed Xia some great kernel of knowledge.
"He's really gone... isn't he?"
"I hate it too, kiddo. He and I had a deal. A deal not for breaking, not even in death. So, yah, I ain't fugging happy about it either."
"What's next, do we go our own ways? We're not exactly "hands" anymore, learners, or students." Xia shrugged. "So, what happens?"
"We continue..." Enam said confidently, his arms still crossed over his chest. "We get back to what passes for civilization on this rock and go from there." He looked at her. "It's called - playing it by ear, kiddo. No use in making plans when they always go to shtako for us, right?" Enam laughed, and in a moment of weakness Xxoxia allowed herself a good laugh too before turning back towards the swoop.
"Do you think that piece of rust Louie loaned us will even make it back to Eisley?" Xia questioned seriously.
"If it doesn't I'll kill Lou, he knows that. and knowing him, he'd be against that, so, it'll work."
"Good point."
Both made their ways back to the swoop, and after several more kicks began their trek towards Eisley.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2016 16:26:36 GMT -8
The time was drawing close for the annual Great Swap Meet. Technically the reason for the annual gathering of nearly every major Jawa clan & tribe of the planet, or at least representatives of them, was to trade technology, scrap & stories between the clans. In truth the smaller swap meets that happened fairly regularly filled that need. The unofficial reason was that the Great Swap Meet served as an as form of unrecognized government for the Jawas. Among the gathered crawlers, tents & smaller vehicles numerous deals were made. The ultimate goal of nearly every group of Jawas was to amass enough members & wealth to afford to attend. Those that were too small or too poor were effectively unrepresented in the deals that would be made there. Here alliances for the next year would be decided, inter-clan marriages arranged, territories agreed on, Circuits established or renewed & dozens of other topics that would affect more than one clan. There would be no great single meeting to debate & question. Instead the deals would happen in shaded tents or crawlers, in small groups & away from prying eyes.
For the first time, the Sand Lightning Jawa Clan was attending the Great Swap Meet. Mig had never been to one before as his previous tribe had been too small. After leaving & over the few years that the Sand Lightning Clan had existed, they had been too small to afford to attend. Now, one of the floating war rigs, flanked by two dozen of the airspeeders cobbled together out of TIE fighter parts settled down at the meeting spot. The hold was loaded down with bits of tech & salvage, most of which would be sold or traded during the various deals they would be trying to cut. He would be able to get far more worth out of it by selling it to outsiders, but that would leave him in a very poor position for the next year. So far the clan had survived by feeding on the edges of other clan territories, but that was no longer possible with the recent clan growth. It would effectively be used as bribes to open up more territory for salvage. As for the other things he could use it for, other deals & alliances, he had little desire. Fortunately the SL clan was fairly secure on its own for the moment. A blessing that Mig would exploit to 'buy' as much territory as possible.
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Post by Jawas on Jul 13, 2016 14:39:27 GMT -8
The drivers of one of the sand crawlers of the Dooka Dooka Clan were singing away as they headed towards the Great Swap Meet. They were excited for the possibility of more pretty and shiny things to be acquired at the swap meet, for Jawas from all over the sand dunes attended this great meeting. It was going to be grand party for all who attended with games, drinks, trades and secret dealings to be had for all. Course the Dooka Dooka Clan was totally in it just for the pretty and shiny things they could get… and possible tech to be shared to make more monstrous things out of.
It wasn’t long before the singing group of Jawas pulled their sandcrawler up to the large gathering group of sandcrawlers and various other vehicles. Once they pulled to a stop, they lowered the front ramp to let the stream of Jawas begin to exit the sandcrawler. They had come with plenty of junk for everyone, especially thanks to that trashed sandcrawler they had taken apart and salvaged what they could of it. And so, as they came off of the sandcrawler there were Jawas carry an assortment of junk and moving monster droids down the ramp and setting them up to be seen for trade.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 15:57:17 GMT -8
, There was a sort of randomized order to the how most of the clans had parked, one could more or less use what vehicles were where to map out the territories of most of the major clans. Sand Lightning had found the spot that was roughly equivalent to the Palace & set up shop. The first step was to buy off a little territory from the two major clans on either side. The mountains surrounding the Palace had been, for the most part unclaimed or host to smaller groups of Jawas. Mostly due to the terrain being too rough for enough sandcrawlers. Being capable of salvaging in the area, at least in clear weather gave his clan at least a solid starting point for claimed territory. Unfortunately, most of the good salvage was out in the sands. Anything left in the rocky mountains got picked clean extremely rapidly. Out in the sands things were covered & uncovered by passing sandstorms constantly. His resources were fairly limited. Most of his hold was general scrap that would go very, very cheaply. Next up was a full three dozen females that hadn't liked the idea of being made to do the same work as the males, & agreed to be married off. They would be happier in a more traditional clan & they would still be helping out their own clan. Next was three crates of gold ingots, each crate large enough to use as a casket for a single Jawa. The most valuable resource he had was a full fifty solar wing panels from the TIE fighters. He wouldn't even reveal that he had them until the other resources had been spent. Each was worth hundreds of times its weight in gold under the twin suns in the sky.Merrko was the first major Clan, controlling much of the Northern Dune Sea. From the area around Begger's Canyon in the north west all the way past the B'omar Flats to the south east in a great curving arc with the mountains around the Palace forming the southern edge of their territory. The Clan spread far to the north well beyond the scope of Mig's requirements or cares as well. To the south, past the Great Mesra Plateau was the Nkik Clan. Technically, Mig could lay claim to the Plateau by virtue of being the only clan in attendance that could access it well enough to even attempt salvage. Nkik Territory reached from nearly Anchorhead in the south up well past Mos Espa & Mos Entha in the north west. The lowlands around Mos Eisley was the domain of yet another clan that pushed farther out to the east for the most part. The lands around Anchorhead itself was yet another Clan.The more distant Clan was actually the first stop. The land was too far from the Clan center to be extremely productive, but it was still too valuable to just hand away. In the end, it took nearly half his supply of scrap, four marriages & a crate of gold to purchase the territory. It was far more valuable to the Sand Lightning Clan however, as it was literally just south of the area they already held. Next he made his way to the Merrko clan. He had been looking to get both the Bantha Plains & the further south B'omar Flats. The Clan wasn't a major player by being a pushover however. He just didn't have the history & respect to get the prices he needed. In the end, he had spent all but seven marriages contracts securing just the Plains. It was time to start using the solar arrays in high power plays. By the time he returned to the war rig, he had secured a massive triangle of territory. The Xelric Draw was the northwestern point, the B'omar Flats the northwestern corner, & the Motesta Oasis as the southern point. In addition, there was also the additional wedge of territory around Mos Eisley he had secured early on.Now it was just a matter of poking around & seeing what else was going on. Maybe catching up on the news of the attack reports they had occasionally been hearing. |
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Post by Jawas on Jul 15, 2016 15:29:18 GMT -8
And so the trading was on, clans were scattered throughout the meet, bargaining and trading for various things. The Dooka Dooka Clan was always looking to expand their territory rights so that they could at least attempt an honest living. Unfortunately they weren’t always the most successful at this for they usually only had junk to trade. Course they had spare parts for trade for sandcrawlers which could prove invaluable to their attainment of more territory due to the frequency of breakdowns the sandcrawlers experience. Course the Dooka Dooka Clan was fairly confident in their ability to do without the spare parts for they have proved to be very… clever when it comes to repairing things in strange ways. It is the main reason why everything of theirs looks like cobbled together pieces of junk that may fall apart at any moment.
With these things, the clan leader along with their Master Builder and Master Tinkerer went around making deals with the other clans. There was plenty of debating in their high voices as they argued and bartered over deals for plenty of things such as technology secrets, marriages, land and plenty of other things. The Builder and Tinkerer were there to lend guidance in pointing out things that could prove useful in making some interesting monster creations that they could potentially profit from. And so, much of their day was spent doing this till they had pretty much traded away most of the things they had brought along with them, and gained a lot in return.
The Dooka Dooka Clan had actually managed to increase their territory this time, though it was just a small amount. Still it was enough to make this little Jawa very happy as he walked back towards his clan’s sandcrawler to share the news with the rest of the Dooka Dooka Clan. Once back at the sandcrawler it was time to load up their newly acquired goods and begin the partying to celebrate the rewards of their work. The hubba gourds were brought out in the masses and course plenty of other foods, and drinks were served. Songs began to be sung and games commenced, especially the card games where gambling was also happening. 
Besides all these festivities, there was plenty of other things going on as stories and other news was shared. The Dooka Dooka Clan in particular had a pretty good story to share of Jawas coming under attack for they had found such an incident and had provided shelter to the survivors of said attack.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2016 16:27:53 GMT -8
Mig was making his rounds to most of the clans that held territory bordering his new plot of sand. Most of it was intel gathering, both on the clans themselves & the events going on in the areas. Things were mostly quiet to the north, few tuskens & few humans in the Northern Dune Sea to cause trouble. There was some rumbling to the south of their new territory around Anchorhead that would bear watching. The largest border of the new territory was curving along the edge of the Jundland Wastes. The area there was thick with Tuskens making it a rather hazardous area to even attempt for most clans. Mig had no doubt his own clan would handle better. Further out beyond than that was the peaceful tusken enclave, though there was no word on them at the Great Swap Meet. The last of the clans around his own was a similarly new clan. Like his own the Dooka Dooka clan had only just grown large enough to attend the Great Swap Meet. They had done fairly well for themselves in securing the area around Mos Espa. From the stories being told by then, the outsiders there seemed to be the main group that was attempting the genocide.
Making his way to what seemed to be the head of the clan, Mig attempted to get his attention for a more private conversation.
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Post by Jawas on Jul 15, 2016 16:52:03 GMT -8
There was a grand conversation going on about the clan’s little adventure up near Mos Espa. The story had attracted a large gathering of Jawas from all clans to hear the tale of how they had found a shot up sandcrawler and were just dying to hear the details from the survivors themselves. The Dooka Dooka Clan’s leader was in the middle of it all as he told the tale, even had those who had found the sandcrawler there with him to throw bits of details here and there.
Eventually though, his attention was drawn away from the crowd by a silly looking Jawa to seemed to be attempting to get his attention. He would slowly move through the crowd, letting the rest of his clan take up the story telling as he went to go meet this stranger and find out what he wanted.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2016 17:01:07 GMT -8
Settling down into one of the small private tents that so often served as the deal making rooms of these meets, Mig waited for the other jawa to get comfortable.
-Mig
I am Tsutmigaint of Clan Sand Lightning. My clan has recently taken possession of the territories to your south & east.
It was more or less the standard formal introduction. It was most often used as a sign that the speaker wished to conduct business for their clan. A similar reply in return would indicate willingness to deal, while a less formal reply would shift the conversation to small talk before each went their separate ways.
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Post by Jawas on Jul 16, 2016 12:01:08 GMT -8
The little Jawa clan leader sat down within the lonely tent that the silly looking Jawa had led him to, he then wiggled around a bit to get comfortable before listening to the silly looking one. Course upon hearing the formal greeting one would make if they wanted to do business, the little Jawa got all excited as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation. When it came to his turn to introduce himself, he quickly cleared his throat as he attempted to settle down his excitement for another dealmaking.
-Jawa-
I am Tikkwikamak of clan Dooka Dooka. It is wonderful to be meeting with our neighbours and I do hope for plenty of opportunities to do business with Clan Sand Lightning. But what can I do for you? Perhaps you might be interested in a wife, or maybe some spare parts for your sandcrawlers, I’m sure we must have some more left lying around somewhere. Unless of course there is other business you wish to discuss, in which case I am willing to listen.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2016 15:44:24 GMT -8
-Mig
Not quite. I'm looking for information. I want as much detail about the attack on the sandcrawler as you have. I don't want to hear a tall tale or a faire tale, just true facts. I'm willing to pay a good price for it as well. This is a new threat & my clan needs all the information we can get about them for when the time comes to fight.
That last statement was a distinctly un-jawa-like thing to say. For most Jawas, conflict & fighting was something that happened to someone else, preferably far away, but not too far for the Jawas to salvage once the fighting had ended. Talking about actually fighting will someone, & more, sounding like it might be enjoyable, was a very alien concept. Unknown to Mig, but the other clans had also noticed the effect this 'infection' had had on the rapidly growing clan. Many deals were being struck about both how to deal with the Sand Lightning Clan & how best to use them against this equally new threat from the offworlders.
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Post by Jawas on Jul 20, 2016 14:47:28 GMT -8
Tikk grumbled a bit as he heard there would be no deal making and apparently only information trading. He had been hoping for some exciting deal to be made here, but unfortunately it was going to be a rather boring sharing of information. further more to his saddening heart, he couldn’t share one of his wonderful Fairy Tales or just a Tall Tale, he was actually quite good at recounting “supposed” heroics of Clan Dooka Dooka. And so with a sigh and a slouching of the shoulders, Tikk began to give the details of what he had heard of the attack on the sandcrawler that the members of his clan, who had seen the destruction had told him.-Tikk- Well, once upon a time there was an unsuspecting group of perfectly innocent Jawas, who weren’t up to anything suspicious at all, just another regular trip to Mos Espa for the selling of their wares. The day was fine as the wind wasn’t to strong and the shining suns were still high in the sky. It was indeed a day that looked like the great Junk Gods of Salvaging were smiling upon these individuals, for the day was nice and the salvage was plenty. Though their good spirits where short lived when they had reached the outskirts of Mos Espa. There looming in the distance was the horrifying sight of what seemed to be a throughly destroyed Sandcrawler. The damage was so severe that the little group of Jawas could stare in disbelief at what lay before their eyes.
Course soon they were all in a panic, running in circles while yelling at the top of their heads and some just on their knees weeping as they rambled on senselessly about the end of the world. Though one brave Jawa stood tall and knocked some sense into the others and in that moment the Jawas banded together and did what Jawas do best… scavenge destroyed things. 
Though during their search for useful parts they did happen to find survivors but many dead as well. They helped those they found, leading them safely off the sandcrawler and eventually calling for aid from fellow clan members to help in the rescue. Once all they could get was off the damaged sandcrawler and the dead were laid to rest, they consulted the survivors for details on what had happened. It turns out they had been attacked by some massive group of various kinds of speeders all equipped with blasters, and they just shot at them out of nowhere as they drove by. And so, feeling pity for the poor Jawas we welcomed them into out clan with open arms and thus everyone lived sort of happily ever after.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 14:56:41 GMT -8
Mig started getting annoyed from the moment 'once upon a time' was out of the other Jawa's mouth. By the time the story had reached the outskirts of Mos Espa, his patience had ended. Pulling one of his C-52 pistols from its holster, he set it down on the table with more force than was needed, filling the tent with a loud, but dull thunk of metal hitting metal. If that didn't make the point on its own, Mig also tapped the charge button on the pistol, meaning that it started humming slightly.
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Just. Facts.
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Post by Jawas on Jul 20, 2016 15:40:33 GMT -8
Tikk jumped at the sound of the loud thud of metal upon metal, though upon seeing what made the sound left him not very impressed. There on the little metal table was one of Mig's guns, and thus had interrupted the story which was bad for business for the other who wishes to do deals should listen to what the other has to say... and besides, he was a good story teller. Still with a huff and crossing of the arms at the statement of Mig wanting just facts, left Tikk not very happy but he would do the nice thing in the spirit of deal making and just give him the facts. And so without drawing his little blast from his belt, Tikk carried on but now in much shorter explanation of what happened.
-Tikk-
Dooka Dooka find badly damaged sandcrawler, start to scavenge what they can and find survivors in process so call for help. Find out from survivors that big gang of men on speeders and speeder bikes with many guns went by and shot at them till only scrap left. So now we here with much loot from old sandcrawler and new members to Dooka Dooka, also with possible threat to all Jawa so now Dooka Dooka spread word to help fellow Jawa.
And that was the summery of what had happened, though probably not very clear to Mig due to the big hood on his head. Tikk had a deep scowl on his face for not being able to tell rest of his story and being forced to just tell boring tale. He now hoped Mig was going to pay very generously for this information.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 15:53:59 GMT -8
Mig sat & thought for a moment. It sounded like the attack was more a unlucky side effect of some other attack. Thinking about were the attack happened & the direction headed, it was fairly clear this was the same group that had attacked the Tusken Enclave. Useful information, if nothing else. It also made it clear that this was bigger than just the Jawa clans, maybe big enough to draw in everyone on the planet. The Sand Lightning didn't have the hands to defend all their new territory, at least not yet. He would need allies perhaps after all, even if they were a big showy for his tastes. The blaster pistol sticking from the other's belt also showed they were more willing to fight than the majority of Jawas.
-Mig
You are familiar with the Solar Arrays I have been dealing with? I used fifty to gain the territory Sand Lightning now controls. This information is worth four of them to me. You will have to repair them a little, but they are extremely useful. I might be willing to part with more of them for any other information you might find or occasional assistance.
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Post by Jawas on Jul 20, 2016 16:05:40 GMT -8
Upon hearing what this information was worth to the other Jawa, Tikk quickly became excited for the deal making and so had clapped his hands together and was rubbing them together in anticipation. Course just as he had hoped, the deal Mig offered was a most interesting one. They could certainly put the solar arrays to good use and perhaps they could get their lazy ass brothers and sisters on them ships to actually be of some use for a change, it may take some convincing but he was sure he could do it. So with his mind made up, he began to nod very quickly in agreement to the deal.
-Tikk-
We shall accept your deal, and may we see plenty of more opportunities to do business with one another.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 16:25:45 GMT -8
-Mig
The arrays are at my clan's fortress. Would you rather they be delivered here, or to some other location?
At least the other Jawa knew the worth of the panels. On other worlds they might be less effective, but on the solar rich Tatooine, just one could power a sandcrawler or a fair sized Jawa settlement. Or a single panel could be cut into 64 squares a meter on a side, each strong enough to power one of the SL clan's airTIEs. The real difficulty from the other Jawa's point of view would be coming up with other information or help that would be worth another of the panels.
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Post by Jawas on Jul 20, 2016 16:39:22 GMT -8
Tikk sat there thinking for a moment on which option would be best, have the solar arrays delivered here or elsewhere. After a careful amount of time of debating the question over in his mind, he finally came to the conclusion it would be best to have them delivered here for who knew when they would meet again.
-Tikk-
Best bring them here and then we can trade. He would say with a confirming nod of his head that he thought that may be the best option. Now as for our side of the deal for possible further help. I'm not sure how we can collect more information but assistance when needed should be easy. We have some brothers and sisters who are a bit.. shady so to speak, perhaps I can get them to be of assistance and maybe gather information too.
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