Business Name: Hole-In-The-Wall
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DEX/ RS |
INT/L OG |
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IM |
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Special Abilities |
Skills |
Equipment |
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Rockton Hartsel |
Human |
Military |
50/60 |
60/55 |
50/45 |
50/60 |
3 |
6 |
30 |
30 |
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Beam 6, Gyrojet 3, Melee 5, Thrown 3 |
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After booking their own accomodation in the Convention Center, OMAC, Mr Sp'ock and Borovski meet Gloo for drinks at the Hole In The Wall.
"Well it just isn't fair." Gloo complains to his companions. "We've been doing the real deal for the last three months and now I have to spend more time getting accredited." OMAC grunts his agreement before Sp'ock interjects.
"You don't have to get accredited if you don't want to, but I plan on charging more for this type of business next time and you know what the bean counters are like. If we don't have the right paperwork their damn lawyers will find a way out their contracts. The Gunney's pay scale will move from 80 to 110 credits per day with his upgraded qualifications, Boro here has gone from 50 to 90 and I've doubled my pay scale from 70 up to 140 credits a day." The Black Hand Gang's former Executive Officer has a look through his upset dralasite companions documentation. "From the look of this Gloo, it's worth another 40 credits a day for you to play the beauracratic game."
Gloo reluctantly concedes the point to his vrusk friend before asking for directions from his friends to the nearest training facility.
"You should check out the Wilderness Outfitters for Concealment training and you should be able to find someone at the Markets to help out with Power Read and Weapons Repair accreditation." Borovski volunteers.
"And try Rockton Hartsel behind the bar for your weapons training" OMAC adds
Frontier Date 14.112
The Hole-In-The-Wall was just one out of thousands of cantinas operating across the Frontier. It was an inconspicuous little place, next door to Shang-Hai Kelly's and just across the from the city's Gaming Hall. It really wasn't all that bad a place, not as things on the Frontier usually tend to go, but its patronage is not exactly the type most people wanted hanging out in their residential areas. The only good thing that could be said about the place was that it was occasionally visited by some of the more colourful members of the Frontier's criminal element, which tended to keep the rest of the Port's street scum away out of shear fear. And the city's larger and more organized criminals usually kept those visiting the Hole-In-The-Wall from bringing a lot of unwanted attention. After all, every con would agree that it would be real bad for their "collective business interests" if Star Law or the Port police started raiding their primary deal brokering and muscle recruitment centre.
Accomodation: N/A
Goods/Services:
Cult Affiliation: The Anti-Satharian League
Is one of the youngest cults. It has only existed for a few years, but its numbers have swelled remarkable. It is an ultra-conservative group that constantly pushes the UPF for massive military build-ups to face the "inevitable Sathar third attack." They sometimes ally themselvs with the Silver Death Cult in their attempts to root out Sathar agents, but they suspect machines and people alike.
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