<span style="color: #FF0000">The cube blinked and oofed a bit. &lt;<span style="font-weight: bold">Ouch.</span>&gt; He said with a frown. &lt;<span style="font-weight: bold">It is very rude to keep dropping people.</span>&gt; He said simply. He looked at her. &lt;<span style="font-weight: bold">Treasure beyond your wildest dreams. Treasure far beyond the concepts that can be found on Planet...I believe you all call it...Earth.</span>&gt; He said simply. He stared at her as she knocked on him. &lt;<span style="font-weight: bold">Do you mind?</span>&gt; He said in a way that deemed knocking on its outer shell was unnecessary. His sphere inside began to swirl around and around and around as she shook him. If he had been a person and not a sentient being he would be experience dizziness. As it was his sphere inside was spinning around and around. In an almost hypnotic but rapid speed. &lt;<span style="font-weight: bold">It is a treasure that encompasses thousands upon thousands of treasure collecting, stealing and hoarding of an alien race that no longer exists. I am the last of that race and the key to their treasure hold. It is a treasure that will make you rich beyond even your wildest dreams. If you can get past the barriers and defenses set up to keep people from taking their treasure. You will need the help of others. Not all from this world though.</span>&gt; He said simply.<br/><br/>&lt;<span style="font-weight: bold">There is more than enough treasure for you and others. This will not be an easy gain but the riches of alien races throughout the universe are far worth the adventure and trials you will undertake to get it.</span>&gt; He was pulsating but without harmful effects. The pulses merely a gentle warmth. The face looked at her. &lt;<span style="font-weight: bold">I will ask you not to shake or drop me again. It is not exactly without some registering of pain.</span>&gt; He said simply. &lt;<span style="font-weight: bold">You will need the help of these others but as the finder of the key to the treasure hold of the Vortexian race you will be able to get more than the others. At least I believe that is the concept of the captain of a pirate ship. Or a ship in general. The thing is...puzzles, riddles, and mystery awaits you. The Vortexians did not want anyone aside from themselves to gain access to the treasure hold. This treasure contains not only gold and silver but diamonds, rubys, sapphires, and rare gemstones that are alien to this planet Earth. Even some ancient artifacts taken from Earth centuries ago.</span>&gt; He paused for a minute. &lt;<span style="font-weight: bold">I am sure much of this will make you very rich and of course famous for finding lost artifacts of Earthling history.</span>&gt;<br/><br/>He paused for a minute. &lt;<span style="font-weight: bold">One of your crew mates for this adventure across the universe is not far. I am certain you noticed his presence already... In any case captain...it is time you began gathering your crew. A one man...er...woman vessel will not go far.</span>&gt;</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Rena looked at him. Smiling at him warmly. She considered him her best friend and was always looking for ways to help him further. She giggled a bit as he spoke. â€œYes. Scope. The newest in high tech intervation.â€ She shook her head. â€œNot at all. I am simply aiming to better your already accurate aim. The scope comes equipped with a night vision option for evening time shooting. I figured it would be helpful case you out chasing monsters at night.â€ She said. â€œYou are the best sharpshooter on the planet. Least that I know of.â€ She smiled at him warmly. She laughed at the gentle punch to her arm. He was always so cool with things. It made her happy to have him as a friend.<br/><br/>She fist pumped the air as he said lets head to her workshop. â€œYes! Alright! Lets get going then.â€ She took him by the hand and began leading him through the town. Heading to her workshop that was usually filled with parts, gears, and just about anything mechanical you could think of. It was a busy shop at times. At others nobody was there. Today was one of those times there was nobody there needing mechanical help. Though in her book Drake always came first. She opened the door when they got there. She led him inside and there on the table was the scope she had told him about. â€œCome on. Let me see your rifle.â€ She said with a smile. (see image below) Taking the scope and pressed a button. The connector â€œlegsâ€ stretched out spider like awaiting to connect to the rifle her buddy had.<br/><br/><!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://shooting.hfs-online.com/images/Pulsar-Digisight-N550-Night-Vision-Rifle-Scope.jpg">http://shooting.hfs-online.com/images/P ... -Scope.jpg</a><!-- m --></span>