(Group A)You leave the din of the marketplace behind as you head up the elevator bringing you to the administrative offices. Stepping off the platform, you notice that you have escaped most of the dinginess and grime from the lower levels, though you wouldn't necessarily describe your surroundings as
clean. You reach an office at the end of the corridor with two large, wooden double-doors- a rarity in most space stations to be sure.
As you enter the room, you can see that you have arrived in a sort of waiting room, complete with receptionist. The woman behind the desk is fairly petite, and is clearly human. Though she seems well-dressed and professional, the way most receptionists you remember seeing do, she also seems to possess an extensive collection of elaborate tattoos, which just peak out from underneath her outfit. Her apparently long hair is tied up tight in a bun atop her head.
She looks the group of you up and down with a derisive glare, and asks "Do you... have an appointment?"
(Group B)Boris allows you to sift through the parts for a while, but before too long he says "Tsk, you will not find what you are looking for in those heaps. Allow me to show for you
special selection." This last part he says in an overly drawn-out way, as though what her referred to were secret or perhaps not entirely legal goods.
He draws back a curtain at the back wall of the shop, and beckons you inside. He looks around cautiously, then extracts a small key from his vest pocket. He sticks it in the lock on the metal-slatted gate, unlocks it, and pulls the shutter up. This secret room is virtually clutter free, and feels huge compared to his regular shop. There are a few tables with goods laid out, but most of the space is taken up by large creates and chests. Boris leads you to one crate in particular, then eases the side off of it. A brand new set of spaceship alternators rests inside, and they are impressive-looking. They seem to be the correct size for the Eclipse, each one easily dwarfing the already stout Boris; most of the others from the front-store would have taken a good bit of jury-rigging to make work, given the odd sizing of the units along with their components.
"Is beautiful, yes? These typically run twenty-thousand credits, but I can let one go for fifteen."
hint: 15,000 is pretty expensive for an alternator. You barely have the budget for it, anyway, and taking the offer would mean sacrificing elsewhere aboard the ship. It's far less than the cost of a spaceship in total, and big parts cost big creds, but this can't be worth 15k... can it?
