"You should head to the lower decks, below the docking bays," says Bai Zhiyi. "That's where all the contraband is bought and sold.""Well...we'd better make sure we have the hardware we'd need", Volodimir says. "I guess this place would have a weapons-seller or twenty."
"I'm sure you have parting advice for me whether you share it or not. Here's mine for you. Pause before you speak. Almost every time you speak it seems aimed to irritate or annoy your audience. It got you a bullet in your leg. If folks hadn't stepped in it would have got you an exit out an airlock."I just wanted to put it in terms you reprobate recidivists would understand."
"More like 'there might be people out there looking for easy prey, best not to fit the description'. But they should work on uncooperative aliens, too, should we meet one or more of those!"Nils stops in his tracks.
"Weapons? Afraid there might be some aliens commander? Might need to get the big guns. Sure let's see what this place has got"
"Not really. More like making a tour of the station", Volodimir answers. "Besides, if we were, a pleasure counselor would be glad to give us directions, right?"
Trip chuckles at Vols comment.
"Hmm, that's a good question," answers the lieutenant. "Usually you need to submit to a background check, but that takes some time and you seem like you're in a bit of a hurry..." You get the impression that he'd like some recompense in exchange for information.Nils turns to the security guard.
"In a sense. Where could a fella buy a decent weapon around here?"
You feel fifty credits should suffice.Trip being slightly behind everyone else looks through his credit sticks and tries to size up an appropriate amount to offer as grease for the information. Something no too excessive as to draw attention yet enough to elicit the desired effect.
OOC if that's something I couldn't reasonably guess here is a 2d6 roll against whatever you feel is most appropriate.