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"Agh. We 'ave t' do some queshons? Da' soun's borin'." Connor groaned a little, itching to receive his next orders, expecting to be with his partner who he was assigned with before.
Kyle simply nodded, ready to follow on.
Sara gently landed the ship down on the spaceport loading bay, then she, Abraxas, Ara and Janet all got out.
Sara took out a little sack and took out some change. "I'm going to go pay for our stay here. You guys just stay put."
"Uh, exactly how long are we sssstaying here again?" Abraxas inquired.
"Possibly, the time it will take to show your bow to Ara's grandfather's item crafter friend. Equally possible, we stay here indefinitively, until someone manages to get those robots out of there. Now, I have to go." She walked off.
"Don't forget to change in the money for the currency they use here!" Janet called after here. Sara just rolled her eyes.
Janet smirked. She liked Sara. A bit of a stick in the mud, but those types were always fun to play with.
She caught Abraxas looking at her again. He'd been doing that for most of the month on that blasted ship, and it had started to get on her nerves - even though she knew she was fated to get with him eventually. For now, she could ignore him all she wanted. "You mind?" she asked, adding all the dryness she could in her voice.
Abraxas started. "Uh-"
"Whatever. I'm going to go see if they have a decent soda machine in this place." She walked off, leaving Abraxas with Ara.
He turned to her. "Sssso, what do you think of-"
"Actually, I'm gonna go see if they have any cigarette vending machines."
"Hey, you can't just leave me here all by mysssself!"
"Fine. Then come with me. I've been staving off the addiction for over two weeks, I deserve this privilege. Don't tell Sara, would you?"
Abraxas groaned, but followed Ara in her quest for a decent drag.
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As he made his way through baggage and other departments the white haired man tapped at a device on his wrist. It was leading him in a specific direction, having detected a concentration of a specific type of energy. It wasn't too easy to come across, and he wasn't sure it was what he needed, but it was one of his best chances towards success.
After all, he already had the first piece of the puzzle delivered. He just had to go and pick it up.
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Abraxas paused for a moment to think, stroking his scaly chin with a gloved hand. "I'm pretty ssssure this place is called... Missssrana? Yeah, I'm pretty ssssure it'ssss that." He took an appraising look at the port around him, with its tall chrome spires and geometric patterns. "And wherever thissss issss, they've got ssssome damn good architects."
Looking around, he noticed Janet and Sara approaching them and nudged the teenaged girl next to him. "Yo, they're back. You'd better ssssnuff that out before Sara sees." Ara did what he told her to with a quick, practiced efficiency; neatly dropping it to the floor and crushing it with a large, well-worn leather boot.
"I have rented our ship to be docked here for one week, and we have enough currency to last that amount of time," Sara said as she came over to them. Taking out a large purse, the woman split a large amount of coinage between herself, Abraxas, Ara and Janet. "We will rent a room at a hotel, and then continue on our mission."
"What was our mission again?" Janet asked, hands stuffed in her pockets. "It feels like its been two years since we left Rorian Grand."
Sara gave the urchin an exasperated look. "We had learned that Abraxas' bow was made by the friend of Ara's grandfather, a master artisan and weaponsmith. They had been working on plans for what I presume to be some sort of powerful weapon, but the artisan took the plans with him when he left Blackrock. We are here to retrieve the blueprints and / or get him or someone else to help build it, and then presumably use it to defeat the C.O.R.e. legions who have taken over Blackrock. We are also going to gather information on Abraxas' bow, and its peculiar properties."
Janet shrugged her shoulders, her straight black hair bouncing along to the movement. "I guess we'd better get going then. Lead us onward, oh fair leader!" This last part she said with a sarcastic cry of elation, a sly smirk upon her lips. Abraxas, once more, found himself attracted to the woman's force of personality.
Grumbling under her breath, Sara trudged along through the port as a light drizzle began to dampen the ragtag foursome's clothes - but not their spirits.