*The medbay*
*! SLAM !*
GTX2GvO: There's the device. Happy now?
Doctor: ehhmm.. That's a crate..
GTX2GvO: And guess what's IN the crate.... :notrust:
*GTX2GvO kicks the crate making it fold open*
Doctor: Ehh how are we gonna use it?? :confused:
GTX2GvO: Don't tell me they didn't handled this device in med school..
Doctor: Well actually.. :worried:
GTX2GvO: Ohh. Dammit... :mad:
*After several hours of explaining*
GTX2GvO: And this is the way you grow someones limb back on..
Bob: Thanks man.. I can walk again.. :amused:
Doctor: What if I'd actually grow an arm where a leg should be??
GTX2GvO:
!!!!!
*A few more hour later*
GTX2GvO: Understood?
Doctor: Guess so..
GTX2GvO: *sigh* Well that's 3254,85 credits.. 3000 for the renting and the rest is for explaining how this thing works..
Doctor: Sure... Wait up..
*The Doctor searches in his desk*
Doctor: Here it is.. 3000, 200, 50, uhhmm. 1, 2, 3, 4 and *shuffles* ,85 credits..
GTX2GvO: You Always have that much in there??
Doctor: Nahh.. The major warned me about your prices.. :amused:
GTX2GvO: Figures..
Bob: Dude. Your pocket is making noise..
GTX2GvO: Hmmm.. Must be my ship..
GTX2GvO: Yep. It's my ship.. Gotta go..
*in the equipment bay*
GTX2GvO: What ya want?
Ship: #There's a call for ya.#
GTX2GvO: Location ID?
Ship: #Webben Pirate Clan main base.#
GTX2GvO: Ohh.. Caller ID..?
Ship: #T.R. Antula.#
Ship: #Guess he wants to know what I did around his base.. :amused: #
GTX2GvO: Yeah.. Connect him..
T.R.: >Hé. G... What's up.. :amused: <
GTX2GvO: We both know why you are calling.. So you can cut the fun stuff.
T.R.: >Ok. Then what the Hell was your ship doing here recently. <
GTX2GvO: The usual.. :amused:
T.R.: >What have you against me now..
<
GTX2GvO: Details on your DNA... :amused:
T.R.: >No way!! Your lying!! <
GTX2GvO: Does the name Maximilian Damage says anything to ya...
T.R.: >How did you find HIM!!<
GTX2GvO: He's the X-Com major..
T.R.: >Damn.. :mad: So what do you want?<
GTX2GvO: Supplies for this base.. For FREE..
T.R.: And How am I gonna do that?
GTX2GvO: Well. For starters. Your
dearest brother still thinks your a junior engineer @ Marsec..
GTX2GvO: So if you send the stuff under those pretenses, it will be all fine.
T.R.: >Fine.. Have it your way.. I'll see what my brother wants from me in those pretenses.<
GTX2GvO: Smart choice.. Well.. I have stuff to do. So we'll talk later..
T.R.: >Yeah. Whatever.. :notrust: <
Ship: #Connection has been closed..#
Ship: #So.. Whats that stuff you have to do?#
GTX2GvO: I'm hungry. So what do you think..
Ship: #Figures
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