<strong>Workshop near Weapons Storage</strong><br/><br/>Ms. Rilla bobs her head.  "There'll be a ship wide announcement.  There's a place to strap down over there, but if you want to go to quarters to lay down for take off, your partner should be coming over shortly with Mr. Nol."<br/><br/>Take off sickness is common enough, though more people are thrown off their feet by a rough landing.<br/><br/>Ms. Rilla excuses herself.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tilan continues to be the helpful man he had been thus far.  Sex, of course, had a way of making certain men quite helpful.  "I always attempt to curtail that kind of talk.  I don't know if they're stingy or strapped for creds, but I'm prepared to subdivide the sale if necessary.  No reason to leave a client unhappy, and no reason to turn my nose up if they decide to spend all of their money on less than they can get out of me."<br/><br/>Stare the crew does.  Though only one had the (complete lack of) sense to whistle while Tilan is near, and Tilan turns to look at him and chuckles.  If Nue looks, she will see him glare.   Someone has just earned refresher cleaning duty for the next month.<br/><br/>Some of the others rib the poor man, but fate is always cruel to those lacking in discretion...<br/><br/>Perhaps more worrying is the sight of a blond woman coming up the passageway.  Her eyes narrow as she sets her gaze on Nyranue, but her face relaxes after that moment of suspicion as if nothing had ever happened.  Though her tunic and trousers are modest enough for a sales floor, it is obvious that she had the figure for more intimate work.  Buxom without being too thick to do the work for long hours, but restrained enough that less civilized men won't tear the clothes off of her...<br/><br/>"Mr. Nol, I've got Miss Laeli situated in the workshop." Her expression is all business, though her eyes are fixed firmly on the twi'lek.<br/><br/>"Good, good.  This is Nyranue, Gea, Nyranue, this is Gea Rilla, my right hand girl," Tilan says with a smile of a man too satisfied with his position.<br/><br/>"It's good to make your acquaintance, Miss Nyranue, please follow me, so you know where your business partner will be spending most of her time," Ms Rilla says with a bob of her head, before turning to lead the way.<br/><br/>They will come to the same sort of makeshift room that was Laeli's workshop.<br/><br/>"This is where the magic's gonna happen," Tilan says, "Miss Laeli, I hope everything is too your liking.  The range is-"<br/><br/>"I told her about the range," Ms. Rilla says.<br/><br/>"Well, it's that way," he says to Nyranue, "well, you wanted to talk turkey with your partner.  I'll bring you a few sample pieces over.  You might be able to get a basic idea."<br/><br/>He did not take long.  He produces a couple of blaster pistols, and a shaved down blaster rifle with a folding stock.<br/><br/>For Nyranue's benefit, he demonstrates the latter's stock.  "Perfect for the client who needs to stay subtle, but still wants to pack some proper firepower."<br/><br/>They are acceptable looking weapons, but a craftswoman's eye can see things that need polished, and that was without taking them apart and adjusting focuses, triggers, or anything else.  There has been some basic attention in getting the parts to match so that the blasters would have good aesthetics, but any dealer of equipment worth his tongue could do that...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm probably going to jump ahead again after this round of posts.  State intent and make any rolls that are necessary, unless you need to do something specific (and difficult or worthy of rolling for) during the flight.</div></div>