(Kerchu City)
"Ten thousand for three barrels is grossly exorbitant." Chong's main quartermaster crossed his arms and leaned against one of the drums. "How about 5,000 for all three?"
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In another area of the city, namely the rather grimy commercial section. Two of Chong's other supplies officers were trying to get a hold of Ace Hardlight, the notorious underground fighter turned arms dealer.
"Damn it, forget him!" one of them said as she shoved a beggar into the gutter after he tried to pickpocket her."Let's see if we can find someone else!"
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(Pokitaru)
Emperor Unan was the first to speak. Hot tea was available to all the guests (except the Vaalbarans for obvious reasons).
"Lord Stripetail," he said as he templed his hands. "I am greatly appreciative of your group's efforts to help us and save Weyard, but we cannot all stay aboard your ship."
"Agreed," Sveta added. "As pleasant and large as ship is, it is not planet or even city."
The Vaalbaran leader nodded. The suit was humanoid in configuration to help ease communications. "That is true. Because of the Vaalbaran physiology, our atmosphere is not compatible with your own physiology and vice versa. While our refugee ship is currently being modified to carry a new hyperdrive, we need a planet we can call home for the time being."