(http://i.imgur.com/B76g2vq.png)<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Interesting..." Vaan replied, rubbing his chin in thought, "Well, I guess we should head to the starport... Get you off this place and somewhere those guys'll won't be able to find you..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I'll hit the spacer dives down in Rust," Chera said on their way to the tube.  "We can't use the main port... they've got to have guards at every gate and monitoring every ticket counter.  We'll need to find some tramp frieghter captain to smuggle us out."  She paused a beat.  "I mean, at least that's my plan.  I don't have a fancy magic ring."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So, how come there was a revolution? Was the monarchy corrupt or something? Those guys seemed like some heavy-handed junta to me... I can sure see why you want out."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Chera shrugged.  She wasn't in a chatty mood, but what else were they going to do on the ride down?  "Beats me.  Why do any of these stupid wars start?  Some assholes were in charge, and another group of assholes were pissed that they couldn't be the ones in charge.  So asshole group #2 got a bunch of guns and started killing asshole group #1 until they got their wish."  She folded her arms in frustration.  "I couldn't care less which assholes were running the show, as long as they'd just stop shooting at<em>me</em>."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So... Chera... I guess this means you're not an adult worker for that club now, huh? Ah and I thought you were the hottest chick there by far..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The prostitute had to crack a smile and laugh.  "Yeah.  Thanks." she said as the doors opened into Rust Sector -- the apply named underbelly of Ozlott Station.  "There we go... The Drunken Sectoid."  She pointed to a rundown and trashy dive of a bar.  "We should have no problem finding someone in there willing to break a few laws for a handful of credits.  Biggest problem is they may want a bit more than money."<br/>