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Gargulec:
'Just buy it, crew...' murmured Elizabeth. 'We need that ship, right? No chance for getting something better at that price, right?'

She stretched her arms.

'So just finalize the purchase... no sense to drag it any further.'

Silhar:
"??????o.", shrugged Yurij, bouncing off the wall. "Let uz finish thiz an' depart already, ??? ? Ve'll have ta check thiz one out later on anyvay."

Blasted place. The Russian was sick of its aura already. The silent hum was making it hard to concentrate, not to mention getting rid of a feeling he was recieving for a few hours - or grasping into anybody's mind just for fun.
All he wished for was to get away from here as soon as possible, no matter if on board of an old, malfunctioning destroyer, a prison ship or a wooden boat.
Silently, he stared upon the rest, watching Doran finalizing the trade, with a shallow glance sweeping both Evedro and the Doctor, finally looking at Elizabeth busy with fighting off the sleep, then moving his stare back to the Commodore.
Slowly, he sat under the wall, checking his possessions.
"Blue crov. Ye, more like >>?????? ????<<...", Morgov pondered, his face marked with no smile. "Ruzty hen."

Xander Morhaime:
"Wonderful, wonderful... if you'd just sign here and authorise the transaction, you can get to looking around your new purchase..."

***

The formalities done, you descended to the docking bay. The first closer look at the ship was promising at least - the hull, while a bit on the dirty side, looked quite solid. A grav platform carried you up to the airlock located near the front of the ship. The airlock opened without any problems and let you aboard the ship. The interior wasn't exactly first-class, no frills or shiny paintjob, but no wires just hanging about loose in the corridors. The air was a bit cool here, colder than the station's atmosphere.

And then the shipboard AI spoke up.

"Greeting: Welcome aboard the Blue Crow," the voice said in a calm and measured tone with a metallic ring to it. "I have been notified that you will be taking command of this fine vessel. Introduction: I am Carrion, the on-board computer. It is my duty, and possibly - though unlikely - my pleasure to see this ship safely through any insane risks you may wish to expose it to. Request: If you will step up to the bridge, I can provide you with a technical readout of this ship and its capabilities."

Spoiler (click to show/hide)The OOC thread should now be updated with info of the current ship in your possession.

Gargulec:
'It's called Carrion? Uh, Sir, I would strongly advise that shut this damm thing off before it vents us out into space...'

Xander Morhaime:
"Objection: I assure you I have no intention of doing so. You are the new crew, and so my new masters. It is preferable to being melted down for scrap."

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