Issi visibly bristled at the mention of where her sword likely was.<span style="color: blue">“It’s what?!  Seriously, I loved that sword.”</span>She half yelled as she ran towards the bin of scrap.  Not seeming to care that with her tail swaying behind her she mooned the entire room.  The scraps she was wearing didn’t allow anything else.  It was an even better view when she started looking through the bin for her Carbonite Katana.  She wasn’t even paying attention to them after that.<br/><br/>(Luck Roll:  Looking for her sword 1d20 = 9 vs 11.<b>Luck Success</b>)<br/>(Tech Roll:  Recognize any of the scrap as being something of any value beyond scrap.  1d20 = 14 vs 5.<b>Tech Fail</b>)<br/><br/>She was praying to herself as she is digging through the metal scraps, and tat was all that seemed to be there in the bin, looking for her blade.  Knowing her luck it would have already been thrown in the furnace and melted down.  That would be depressing.  It was a gift from her mother when completing her training and actually attaining the title of Psionic Slayer.  It would be depressing if she lost that memory…<br/><br/>Before Issi could even finish that thought she pushed some scrap, probably a sheet of something, aside and noticed the cloth wrapped hilt that was so familiar to her.  Immediately she latched her hands on the cloth and pulled the blade out of the scrap.  The sliding sound of the metal sliding free was familiar as well, showing that it had it’s sheath with it.  So they had likely just tossed the whole thing into the bin.<span style="color: blue">“Yes!  Those bastards didn’t get rid of you!”</span>She exclaimed excitedly with a test swing of the sharp curved blade.  It sang sharply as it swung through the air.<br/><br/><b>(Acquired Diamond Cut Katana)</b><br/><br/>After that swing she went back to digging to pull the blue lacquered wooden sheath.  Apparently someone had been lazy when tossing ‘trash’ away.  With everything back in her hand and the sword sheathed again Issi turned back to the group.<span style="color: blue"> “Ok Toi, let’s go get some armor.”</span>With that she turned and walked toward the back room that the grey had indicated.  She hoped her armor was still intact and usable.<br/><br/>……………………………..<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“On it, Neymi.  Meet you back at the ship in ten.” </span>Darion answered for their side, even though she wasn’t addressing him.  Stepping forward with his rifle at rest across his chest before taking the offered Data Disk.<span style="color: green">“I’ll deal with them.  You go check on the armor.”</span>He said to Toi before it could get distracted.  Darion knew he got a bit distracted when the Camaran survivor flashed them her ass.<br/><br/>Once Toi and Issi were done in the room Darion turned to the scientist and the guard.  And especially studying the weapons on the holo-display.  Three of them.  A heavy, assault, and sniper by the looks of them.  The assault definitely drew him, but he had already purchased a new weapon the last time on the station.  A Pulse Rifle.  He wasn’t sure how effective the new weapons on display were.  Or what they could carry.<span style="color: green">“How many of these things can you make right now?  Or which one would be the most valuable.”</span><br/><br/>That question led to him turning to Ianthe and Cypher.  The team not currently distracted.<span style="color: green">“Who wants a new weapon more?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>