[TWI] Twilight, The Final Frontier: Twipires IN SPACE!!!!

[industrious]

Hober Mallow

"Transmitting information; stand by."

Oh, bureaucracy. Can't live with it, or without it. The form was simple enough, though. Purpose: business. Duration: 3 days. And then his various certifications and licenses. Easy enough.

Jean-Luc Picard

The captain leaves his ready room after he finishes his tea; the SPD are already there.

"It's a pleasure to have all of you on board. And there's no need to salute, any of you. So long as you are diligent in your work, and perform admirably, I have little use for formal salutes."

He shakes hands with each of them, nodding as he does so.

"We have a briefing on Conference Room E in twenty minutes. Commander Riker, my Number One can escort you there. I need to talk to Mister Worf myself."

[Cracklord]

Hober Mallow
"One moment." The voice says, withdrawing to check each of the answers individually. Then it came back on. "Enjoy your stay. Please inform this office if your situation changes for any reason." And that was that. Anyone else would be expected to detail what they were transporting, and go through an inspection or two.
You weren't even questioned. It comes with the influence you have accumulated, being above suspicion.

Jean-Luc Picard
Worf straightens his shoulders and remains on the bridge, clasping his hands behind his back. "Yes, captain?" He asks in his deep voice, lowering his eyes half an inch.

Spike
"Very well then." He gets to his feet, raises his hands, and allows you to direct him out towards the bar. You expect him to be bluffing and suddenly to break into a tun or twist and wrestle you for the gun, and yet he does nothing of the sort. He honestly intends to let you put him in custody without so much as a raised word, let alone a struggle. And yet he's so calm about it. It all seems vaguely unreal.

Kirk
Spock puts down the Holopad. "Sir, the ship still requires twelve earth hours maintenance before it will be functional again. It is highly illogical to get them all together now." Having said that, he begins replacing the pieces on his chessboard.

Solo
Lando pauses a minute, then shrugs. "Names are dangerous in the scoundrel line of work, Han." He says. "But I suppose you need to know. A few managers of the platforms, and a few more of the refiners. Nobody important enough to be a threat, but powerful enough to be greedy."

Jim and Suzuka
You get to the bar. Gene is inside somewhere. He might be in trouble, this is a dangerous place to be Gene, and his signal hasn't moved in quite a while.

SPD
Commander Riker shows you to the conference room, gets you seats, and makes sure you're comfortable, then sits down and waits patiently, staring frankly at you both as though trying to read the contents of your soul through sheer observation.

[doliest]

Kirk
Kirk smiles, "Fine, Mr.Spock." He proceeds to set up the board, still grinning. If he knew Bones and Scotty, and he'd like to think he did, they were drinking rather heavily at the moment. He always did enjoy Bones when he was drunk, the things he would say...

Solo
"Okay. I'm in. Where am I running it to?"

[industrious]

Picard

"Mister Worf. My orders were for Lieutenant Commander Data to escort them here. Is something wrong with the Commander?"

His tone is firm, but it is not a rebuke. He is seeking information only at this point.

Hober Mallow

"Excellent. Computer!"

The Far Star's AI engages, and Mallow begins to lay out his itinerary. Starting with the most important engagement.

"Confirm my appointment with the New San Francisco Companion's Home; I don't want to be late. And while paying goes against my principles, I don't have the time to seduce anyone here. Busy, busy, busy. All work and no play makes Hober a dull dull boy."

[nanobot_swarm]

John Stalvern
John Stalvern was a space marine, he had been for fourteen years, and he knew in his gut that there would be demons on this flight. He was a survivor of the Mars incident, where teleportation experiments conducted by the UAC corporation had opened a portal to hell, unleashing Demons throughout the base who killed everyone save him. He fought his way through their unholy numbers throughout the complex, clearing a path into hell itself where he wrought his vengeance upon the demons and managed to kill their strongest warrior, the Cyber-Demon, as well as the Spider-Mastermind, leader of the demonic hoarde. For his bravery and l33t skillz, he was decorated with medals, and then promptly shipped off to this experimental vessel as protection for the eggheads. And then he had a feeling, the same feeling he had before the Mars incident occured, so he sent numerous warnings to Colonol Joson, all of which were ignored. Now here he was with his fellow space marines, all ignorant to the horrors that would surely come. Tus he decided that he would take a little extra when getting into uniform, putting on his green battle armor, and bringing along a shotgun, a pistol, and an MP3 player filled with awesome rock songs, most of which were unliscensed covers of metal. He was so ready for the demons, so ready he was shouting BRING IT ON, inside his head.

[AnimeKid]

Junior

He sighs at the man silence and finally relents. "Fine, fine, you win old timer. So what to you need from me? A hair sample and my unwavering loyalty or something like that?"

Ratchet and Clank

The three of them counting Aphelion land at their destination with confusion. Ratchet is the first to speak his confusion aloud, "Wha- where are we." Clank answers his confused feline-like friend, "It would seem that this teleportation device is linked to others in a tunnel-like fabrication. However the pathway back seems to have closed." "Well no use crying over spilled milk. Aphelion I need the stats on this planet and the current galaxy, and which quadrant." Thier ship immediatly responds, "Affirmative. I shall proceed with the data readout when I am finished. Try not to cause any problems while I do so."

[darkblade]

SPD

Doggie raises an eyebrow as he looks over Riker. He's been on the ship as a minor security officer for some time now and knew the command staff well this from Riker did not bode well. "Is something wrong, Sir?"

***

Spike and Faye

"Maybe next time sweetheart." Faye says blowing the unconscious man a kiss. Spike leads their target into the main hall at gun point. Faye sighs with relief and draws her own sidearm waiting for anyone else in the bar to make a move.

"Anyone moves and we'll take your bounty in too. No one wants that so keep your **** in the seats and we'll be on our way." Faye says waving her weapon around the room.

[Draxx]

Serenity
It’s a sunny day in the bustling bazaar of Eavesdown Docks as Mal, Zoe, and
Jayne work their way through the crowd. Given the fashions are more disposed to flowing robes and loose fabrics, they look extremely out of place. The guns they had at their hips only increased this sense of being out of place. The crew were not accustomed to civilization, and the idea of not having to be ready to defend themselves at a moment's notice. It’s a particularly busy day and all three of them are periodically jostled by passersby.

"Three hours! Three hours we wait in his parlor and for what?" Mal was grumbling, thumbs in his denim jeans, faded brown eyes narrowed. "So he can say no. If that's all he wanted to say, why did he make us come all this way? Y’know, Warrick Harrow used to be my very favorite lord with a sash."

"He has his own reasons not to want to take stolen goods. He's under investigation by the Federation, and it's going to look worse that he met you." Zoe replies. Sometimes she felt it was her job to keep Mal calm and sane by reminding him.

"Excuses. A man gives his word, he shouldn't back out of it." Mal replies. "Still, don't matter none. We'll unload it somewhere else instead."

[The Shoveler]

Jim and Suzuka
"So Gene's in here, huh? Crappy place to spend the night," Jim says, getting out of the car. Suzuka gets out and follows behind him up to the door.
"Wait, Jim. If Gene's really in trouble, I should go first. Stay close behind me," she says, going up to the door. She uses her (seemingly) wooden sword as a cane and opens the door slowly, looking inside. Jim stands behind her, his gun ready at his side.

[Cracklord]

Kirk
The two of you wile time away playing another few games. You manage to beat him once, but unless Spock has a lapse in concentration he's almost unbeatable, so you lose the next two games. And then, just like that, the bar closes. The two of you part ways, Spock has a meeting he wants to take care of, and you go to dinner to catch-up with Gaila, an old Orion girlfriend who you haven't seen in just under a decade.
You have a pleasant evening, then return to the headquarters for your orders.

Solo
"That's the catch. If we try to offload it right away, they'll pick us up for sure. We'll have to hang onto it once we lift it, least until the grip on the market lets down." Seeing your expression, he shrugs. "Man, if it was easy, everyone would do it. Do you want to be rich, or not?"

Junior
"Hardly. Your DNA can wait. As a matter of course, I will put you both to work. Ender shall remain here. I have a few theoretical solutions only he can solve. And you shall come with me to the outer reaches."

SPD
Riker shakes his head. "Nothing's the matter." He replies, shaking himself out of it. And indeed, he's stopped eyeing them speculatively and occasionally grunting. Doesn't seem he's going to answer the question, but just the same it can't be anything too important.

Serenity
The job in question is a new tecnology. Sometimes innovation means 'stealing anothers secret before they have a chance to use it', and in this case said secret is a new and revolutionary way to create artificial intelligence's. Their is money in it, of course, but it's only a theoretical process, so nobody is is supposed to know about it until it's past testing.

Picard
"I requested Data allow me to take it on, sir." Worf replies in his deep, gravely voice. "I was curious about the replacements, and wanted to see them for myself to take the measure of them."
He pauses, suddenly worried he has offended you with his presumption.

[industrious]

Picard

"Your desire to do so is admirable, Mister Worf. You are the Chief of Security for this ship, after all, and I can hardly blame you for attempting to do your job. I would only ask that in the future, if I assign Mister Data, and you wish to take another's measure, that you accompany rather than replace him."

He isn't angry. Well, he is a bit annoyed, but he's very, very good at sublimating those feelings. And he knows that Worf did nothing wrong and had no way of knowing.

"We still have a briefing to attend to, Commander. We should not be late."

[Cracklord]

Hober Mallow
A Companion is a skilled, well-educated and well-respected member of a guild of professional courtesans/entertainers, often accompanying the wealthy and powerful in their position in the social elite. They have considerable ritual and ceremony surrounding their services, which you find somewhat tedious.
Kin Arad is tall, statuesque and dignified as a queen, not a beautiful woman exactly, but she is attractive (which is not the same thing) and eye-catching, with an exotic, sensuous flair and raw confidence that one can't help but be drawn to. Her skin is clear and smooth, and she's apparently rich enough to rejuvac treatment.
"I must say, I was surprised to hear your call." She says, as she enters the penthouse you are staying at, blue eyes meeting yours. "You have quite the reputation, sir Mallow."

Ratchet and Clank
You feel as tiny as ants moving beneath these enormous trees, miniscule in a world devised on a far greater scale then the one you are built on.
As you look around, Ratchett hears a low, guttural roar that sends shivers up his spine. He turns slowly, and does not like what he sees.
It is a black six-limbed panther from Hell, five times the size that common sense would dictate, with an armored head and massive distensible jaws, ten quills around it's neck rippling out to give it a still more menacing appearance.

Spike and Faye
"I suggest you listen to them." The Palainian says softly, in a manner that any diplomat would give their right arms for. "If you co-operate they will most likely ignore you, and nobody will get hurt." His lips twitch, although something as inhuman as him is hard to read reactions on.
"Better to simply let us go our way, and go yours." To your surprise, it does seem to lower the tension in the room, and most of them go back to their drinks, no longer interested.

Picard, SRD
That said, you follow the rest of those involved to the conference room. It was pleasant, spacious (well, it usually was) and paneled with floating viewscreens and control panels.
The conference room is feeling a little stifling. For the first time in a long while it is absolutely full, given the importance of the mission, and the unusual nature of it. Starfleet is generally geared towards exploration, the idea of performing your usual role on humans seems both intriguing and faintly wrong.
The mission is currently being explained in detail, the essentials of the culture, their reasons for defecting and the advantages they will gain by rejoining the Federation.
Annares is a large, habitable moon of the planet Urras on which revolutionaries from that planet settled so that they might realize their dreams of an anarchic utopia. Two centuries later, the revolution has stagnated and hierarchical structures are reemerging.

Jasper the Ethnarch
Jasper steeped up to the bridge of the GCU Grey Area, hands clasped behind his back and shoulders thrown back in an unconsciously aggressive pose.
Jasper is a tall man with a pale skin and a lithe, muscular build, his upper body completely bare to showcase this. He wears white pants with blackstrips, tied with a black sash similar in appearance to karate gi, and black boots. His Omega form adds a metal skirt resembling Samurai armour. His face is carefully blank, totally expressionless, though something in his demeanor hints at disdain.
A mechanical pair of what debatably are called wings spread from his back. These are in fact two thin, jointed arm-shaped pieces of metal ending in sharp metal hands, with foot-long spikes from the elbows and five flat, jointed pieces of metal ending in spikes coming from the wrists.
He stops beside Edward's chair, arms folded across his chest, eyes like molten brass burning with a feral light much out of place on his bland, unassuming features. "Well?" He asks, looking up at the sky as well.
"No results yet. Patience." Edward replied, pausing his contemplations to look at his unstable colleague. Strictly speaking, the two were equal, though in terms of experience, intelligence and ability, although Edward was always careful to make sure that Jasper was well out of earshot when he said that, and besides the ship was smarter then both of them and the major population of any solar system you cared to mention, and quite capable of flying itself.
Just the same, he felt that Jasper should give him more respect and attention then the dismissive attitude he routinely exhibited. He was older then some civilizations, and was strictly speaking the head of their people, although he had little use for office. The man could at least attach an honorific if deference was too much for him.
Jasper snorted, shaking his head so his blond lions mane shook with it. He opens his mouth as if to speak, then turns on his heel and strides back the way he came, leaving Edward alone with his thoughts.
He looked down at her. She was nude, her long legs tangled among the sweat-stained sheets, her hands flung afar as though seeking to stretch apart. Her wide eyes were stretched even wider then normal, so that they dominated over half her face, with the deep, incomparable blue of a Melange addict. Alice was adrift, seeing time in a non-linear fashion, and lost in it. He sits on the bed, takes her head to his lap and strokes it, murmuring softly.

[darkblade]

Spike and Faye

The two bounty hunters lead their mark out of the bar at gun point. On their guard for anyone else to try and make some trouble.

Spike sees Gene's friends enter the bar and tries his best to ignore them. If they don't draw the connection between their professional rivals taking in a bounty and their captain passed out on the floor things won't get hairy.

***

SPD

"We're supposed to negotiate there?" Kat asks raising her eyes suspiciously at the presentation of mission objectives.

"I agree with Kat here. The planet is little more than a hideout for those wanted by the Alliance and SPD. I can't see any reason Starfleet would wish to attempt diplomatic relations with it." Doggie says shaking his head.

[AnimeKid]

Junior

"Okay, your the boss old-timer." As he follows the follows the man to wherever he needs to go Junior telepathically contacts his brother Nigredo also known to the public as Gainun Kukai Sr. to his Jr (He can only do this with Nigredo). He asks him to contact Mary and Shelley, his two lieutenants, on board the Durandal and ask them to find anything they can on a guy called Eisenhower. He also warns him that it might be a fake name so nothing might turn up. He tells him to contact him via telepathy if anything turns up and then terminates the link.

Ratchet and Clank

Ratchet reacts to the danger in an instant. The first thing he does is throw a groovitron. This handy little device has irresistible music and disco light that emanate from it's disco ball design. It causes enemies in it's area of effect ( about a 20 foot radius) to start dancing uncontrollably, however the effect only lasts for 16 seconds. Using the little time his has after it's launch Ratchet draws his magma combuster and pulls the trigger. The pistol like weapon then starts baseball sized globes of magma at the panther from hell's open mouth.

[Cracklord]

Junior
He reaches out teapathically, only for the old man to slap him down. It's a surprise, Junior is more powerful, but lessexperienced and wasn't expecting it, and the old man took advantage of that.
"It's Eisenhorn." He says, correcting your mangling of his name. "And I'm not a matter of public record. If you want to learn about me, you'll have to join my world, as you have agreed to."
Leaving you with that, he comes at last to the end of the corridor. The room ahead is a large dark room, more of a laboratory. No lights were on except for the light blue of monitor screens, the blinking of servers, and super computers surrounding them.
"In a few days, we shall make first contact with a new civilization, more magnitudes of power advanced then we are then can be easily articulated. They are not hostile to us, but they are hostile to our way of life. If they do mannage to spread, the concequences could be considerable, even the end of the Federation. We want you to find this individual."

Ratchet and Clank
His first choice does not work, for the simple reason that the beast does not hear on the same frequency as humanoids. To it, all it hears is a faint buzzing and occasional bursts of white noise. Irritating, but hardly the effect Ratchett had hoped for.
However, the thing was still flesh and blood, and a mouthful of plasma still melted the inside of it's mouth. It lets out a scream, lashing at you in mindless hate with it's front paw as it convulses in agony.

Spike and Faye
His arm innocently brushes James Hawking, drawing his attention as he steps past, in such a manner that can't be ignored but seems entirely innocent, leading to the two groups facing each other squarely. It takes a moment to guess what must have happened, with Gene pobviously drugged and the most wanted man in this sector in Cowboy Bebop's custody.

SPD
Riker sighs and scratches his beard. "It is at the moment, yes. Anarchists and the like live there, everyone equal in mediocrity, and they offer shelter from prosecution to anyone who shows up as long as they behave themselves while they are there. But if we just leave it, it will only get worse. We need to do something, and peaceful solutions are the best. Right Captain?"

[doliest]

Kirk
Kirk strolls in, the grin of a man who has everything he could possibly desire in life at his fingertips and lives for every minute of it. "So, Spock, any orders for us, or should we start investigating now?"

Solo
The answer is immediate, "I'm game. Hell, half the universe wants me for the money I owe it and the other half hates my f***ing guts. I figure, hey, I can only ever remedy one of those."

[Cracklord]

Solo
Lando laughs. "And then there is me and Chewie, right?" he says, turning and leading you over to the bar. "Here, I'll buy you a drink, partner, and then we can get to work."

Kirk
"Affirmative. We have no requirements but the investigation of said annomoly." Spock replies. "The co-ordinates check out, but the Romulan Empire has refused permission to cross over their borders so we will have to cloak ourselves the entire time." Spock says, walking over to the bridge.
McCoy is waiting in uniform, along witht he resto of the crew, and Chechov is talking about how the Russians invented inventing, and probably breathing as well.

[industrious]

Picard

"Agreed, Number One. The reemergence of various command structures in this anarchist utopia creates a problem for the Annaresans; the possibility that one or another radical group or individual can take control of the people there, or impose a draconian government is quite likely when the people are unused to giving away power. Our purpose is to facilitate the transfer from no leadership to their new leaders, and ensure that the Annaresan people will not be harmed."

Broadly, at least, that was true. His orders were to try to bring the Annaresan people into the Federation; however, Picard would much rather see a successful Annarsan planet than a Federation Annares, if need be.

Hober Mallow

"A reputation? Only good things, I hope."

He waves a hand and invites her into the penthouse. One of the most expensive he could find; business had been good to him recently, and his commission percentage had increased accordingly.

[Cracklord]

Picard
Riker nods. He wasn't much for anarchism, but if people wanted to live that way then it should be left to them, not be a matter for him to decide. "While we could impose ourselves on them, that would be against the morals that the federation and that Starfleet was built on. We're not gods, and it's not our job to dictate how people live. But we do have to help them up when they need it, and knock them down when they try to hurt other people."

Hober Mallow
"Hardly." She replies, steeping in and allowing her eyes to light up appreciatively. You suspect it's a show for you're benefit more then genuine appeal at the surroundings, but it's gratifying nonetheless, and if it is feigned it's indistinguishable from the real thing.
"Wicked, dangerous things. Apparenly you're quite the force to be reckoned with, Mallow." She continues. "More then anybody can handle. Is it true?"

[doliest]

Kirk
"Bones. Excellent; suprised to see you standing upright, considering the bar I saw. Scotty, happy to see you, be ready to push the ship to it's limits, we've got a mission." Kirk smiles to each of them; loyal men who would, if called upon, lay down their lives before betraying that which they all held dear. He'd trust his life to each and every one of them.

Solo
"A drink to all the b******s who I've avoided so far, and to all the b******s we still need too."

[AnimeKid]

Junior

He crosses his arms and looks at the old man as he says, "What civilization is that, and how can they be hostile to our way of life if they aren't hostile towards us?"

Ratchet and Clank

Ratchet back-flips masterfully to avoid the clawing attack that would have surely ripped him to shreds. As he does so Clank left arm shifts into the nozzle for the geo-laser. He had only used it to cut through rock and other such substances before. This would be his first time testing it on flesh. Clank aims and fires the continues laser at the big cat and Ratchet continues his shooting after landing on his feet.

[Cracklord]

Junior
"You know of the Borg?" He replies, and leaves that as the terrible implications that come with it to do the talking for him. "One doesn't need to kill to destroy, young man."

Ratchet and Clank
You tear of one of it's six legs, and it screams again, crashing into a tree. More and more shots tear it to pieces.

Kirk
Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.
Your crew are receptive and well rested, ready to get back to doing what they do best, and exploring the reaches of the universe. You punch in the co-ordinates and set a course. And the ship shoots heavenward into the reaches of forever.

[industrious]

Hober Mallow

"Really?"

He opens the bar, removes a bottle of Four Kingdoms Wine, and pours a glass for each of them.

"They must be mistaken, my dear. I am a Master Trader; through my hands, wealth and profit flow for all parties involved. I've had several Ferengi beg me for apprenticeship. I am highly skilled, but all if I was to die, the Galaxy would still turn, the planets would still orbit, and the Foundation would get by somehow without me."

Hober is arrogant beyond measure, but he knows how to tone it down in the presence of women. Few like boastful men, after all. And he does like women.

[Cracklord]

Hober Mallow
"Really? I'd never have guessed that you were modest and softly spoken as well." She replies. "I'll bet you are even more dangerous then the rumors say."
She stops the flattery. Over-doing it made them feel patronized, and while it was important to make them feel powerful and in control, it also helped to actually let them take charge of the situation.
And men loved to talk about themselves, their achievements and power, particularly to attentive and attractive women they intended to seduce.

Annares
Abbenay spaceport did not see a lot of use, and the landing pad was scarcely appropriate for the ship. nonetheless, it was appropriate to function, and the ship came to rest lightly on the polished steel.
It was a majestic and moving sight, but it was also vaguely portentous. After the ship came to rest, things would never be the same again.
Shevak and his entorage are invited on. The Federation had insisted the actual negotiations took place on board, in case they needed to be monitored or a higher authority had to be reached. Furthermore, there was the not so subtle aspect of reminding them what they were missing out on. It was, afterall, a very impressive ship.

[darkblade]

Spike and Faye

"Would you believe I drugged him to avoid just this situation?" Faye asks Gene's crew akwardly as Spike sighs and runs for the door shoving his mark out first. Faye could try talking them down but he knows all too well that this will end with a fire fight.

***

SPD

"So why am I part of this briefing? As temporary counsellor my job is to help the crew deal with the mental stresses resulting from duty aboard this ship. Isn't it? I don't think I'm allowed in tactical analysis. Hey is that a replicator? We had one on the Dekabase but it never worked right and kept sending in raw milk instead of butter." Bridge starts to ramble on as Doggie cuts him off with a sideways glance.

"Are their any players for leadership that are friendly to the federation?" Doggie asks hoping to shift their focus away from Bridge's quirks. While he could be annoying he was effective both as an officer and a counsellor but most people couldn't look past his problems to see that.

[Colesign]

Shevek

Shevek boards the ships, undeniably fascinated. It's sleek technology, clearly built by people with a love for their craft.

Like most Anarchists, Shevek had once assumed that if you removed a person's natural inclination to work and create and substituted profit incentives, they would become lazy and shiftless workers. His visit to Urras, however, had broadened his horizons in that regard: creativity still existed under the profit system.

That didn't mean that the profit motive couldn't impair a person's creative drive though. Far from it.

"How I wish we could build ships like these..." Shevek said to himself quietly.

Annares may have, until recent events, been in isolation, too complacent in it's self-sufficency. But even with this new era of openness towards other societies, and a new revolutionary energy, the truth of the matter was that Annares was a piss-poor planet, arid and scarce in resources: the building of a single grain barge was a notable strain on the planet's economy, and it's defense fleet consisted of the original colonization ships, carefully maintained.

Plenty of Helium for Dirigibles, though.

Shevek sat down on a seat and strapped himself in. Unconsciously, his hand went to the pocket of his holum-fiber jacket, where the results of his scientific accomplishments lay...

Otherwise, his hands were empty, as they'd always been.

[Draxx]

Serenity
"We'll figure it out later. Come on, lets go get a drink and not think about how much the repairs are going to cost if Warrick doesn't fork out what he owes us." Mal says with a sigh.
"Best idea I've heard all day." Jayne says, then stops. "You are paying, right?"
"Enjoy the money while it exists. It'll be gone soon."

[AnimeKid]

Junior

Junior sheepishly rubs the back of his head as he replies, "Okay you've made your point. Still though the entire Federation has trouble with the Borg. I mean I know the Durandal is more advanced than most ships but what do you expect me to be do?"

Ratchet and Clank

Feeling that he has weakened the beast enough switches his Fusion Grenade laucher which takes the form of a glove that materialized the grenade in his hand. He then launches three grenades at the beast to try and finish it off.

[The Shoveler]

Jim and Suzuka
Suzuka glares at Faye, her sword ready for action. Jim looks over the situation and, being more trusting, holds his hand in front of Suzuka.
"I know Gene and he was probably drunk when you found him. It would make sense to knock him out before he could cause trouble for all parties in the area," Jim says. Suzuka looks down at him.
"I see your logic, and that does sound like Gene, but what if that wasn't the case?" she asks him, her hand still gripped firmly on her sword.
"Even if they did knock him out because he had a lead on their mark, it would still be pointless to fight about it. We'd just draw attention to ourselves and cause problems for everyone," he answers, not mentioning the fact that with only her as their offensive forces, Spike and Faye could probably overpower the duo. Suzuka puts down her sword.
"Fine. But Outlaws should never trust other Outlaws, Jim. Go, Faye. I won't stop you this time, so hurry out of here before one of the drunkards gets antsy."
The two of them go inside to fetch Gene.

[Cracklord]

Shevek
Worf, security officer, checks you over to make sure you are not trying to smuggle weapons onboard or anything else that would be found objectionable, then leads you to the conference room where the discussing will take place.
Worf is something of a strange sight to them, most of whom have never seen an alien. When they split from the Federation, the only race humanity had regular contact with was the Vulkans, none of whom had come to Annares (peaceful protest in the name of an ideology that weakened the species on a whole was 'not logical' according to them), and even a half-blooded Klingon is a totally new sight.

Ratchet and Clank
Giant space panther, well done. The tree behind it promptly collapses, knocked over by the force of the explosion.

Junior
“Observation, to begin with.” He replies, repeating himself carefully. “We need more information to defend ourselves. Until we know more, there is nothing we can do.”

Jim and Suzuka
You pull Gene out of the bar, and get him home. Well, there goes your last chance of being able to work something out, here. You're going to ahve to leave the system, and quickly, or find another way to get five hundred thousand credits.