conversations: human
conversations:  Darren Korr's Story   
   Chapter I: Guns are Trouble
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  You were sent to Mon Gazza to pick up a shipment of black market weapons to bring back to the headquarters. It was supposed to be an easy job; the goods were already paid for and transported to a Shadow Storm safe house by a trusted Storm-Sister. You were simply assigned to transport the goods from the safe house back to headquarters on Socorro. However, when you arrive at the pickup point, your contact seems anxious... 
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    "Well don't just stand there! Help me load up these crates, I haven't got all day!" 
  
  A young woman interrupts your train of thought. You've barely had a chance to catch your breath since landing your ship in the Shadow Storm Syndicate Safehouse on Mon Gazza. As soon as you stepped off the boarding ramp the lithe and energetic human strode up to you to confirm your identity... while pointing a heavy blaster pistol at your face. Once you told her your name (as well as an identifying code phrase to indicate that you are a member of the Shadow Storm syndicate) she immediately holstered her gun and strode away as quickly as she had approached you, headed out of the hangar and into the warehouse behind it. While you stood by your ship with a million questions buzzing around your head, the garage door connecting the hangar to the warehouse suddenly opened. Before the door had even opened all the way the young woman ducked under it, towing behind her a large crate on a repulsor hitch. And now here we are. You met this lady not two minutes ago, and she's already bossing you around about loading up crates onto  your  ship.
  
   "Are ya deaf or something? We've got to hurry here!" 
conversations: thechosen2nd:
conversations: human
conversations:  "This way," Darren said, walking up the loading ramp.  He didn't offer to pull the sled.
  
   
   Spoiler 
   does Darren know exactly what he's supposed to be picking up? Is there a chance he could be getting ripped off?
   
conversations: Thundercracker:
conversations: human
conversations:  Spoiler 
  You know you're supposed to be picking up a shipment of black market blasters. Theoretically it's unlikely you'd get ripped off because your contact is a trusted member of your syndicate, so why would she rip you off? plus, you're not actually exchanging any credits here... she's  giving  you the goods, and trusting you to take them back to the headquarters. (re-read the chapter summary in italics.) So if anything, you could rip  her  off, as well as your organization, by disappearing with the cargo and selling it for your own profit. But that would be inadvisable...
  
  If Darren is the suspicious type, the only concern you might have is the fact that you have yet to confirm that this  is  the contact you are supposed to be meeting. (Your contact's name is supposedly Ariana, and again, she is a veteran member of the organization, but you have never met her before. You are still pretty new, after all.) That said, it seems pretty unlikely that an impostor would be in such a rush to load valuable goods onto  your  ship...
   
  
  The young woman sighs and rolls her eyes, but follows you as you lead her into the cargo bay. She pulls the crate along with practiced ease, although it is clear that is is exhausting work, and she is breathing heavily by them time she catches up to you. She releases the hitch, and sighs, putting a hand on her hip.
  
   "You're not  really  going to make me haul those four other crates all by myself, are you?"  She asks incredulously, gesturing back into the garage behind the hangar bay. Now that the door is fully open, you can see four more crates, identical to the first one, (each with their own attached repulsor hitch) sitting neatly in a row near the doorway. Before you can answer she's on her way to the second crate, walking so fast she's practically running.
conversations: thechosen2nd:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I didn't ask you to haul the first one, but you looked damn good doing it so I didn't want to interrupt," Darren said, walking deeper into the cargo hold.  He started up his speeder bike and let it hover down the ramp and over to the remaining crates in neutral.
  
  "I might ask you to hitch them up to my speeder, though, if you would be so kind," he said.
conversations: Thundercracker:
conversations: human
conversations:  Spoiler 
  dont worry about making long eloquent posts.  Short quick ones are good to keep things moving.
   
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