Ouray Inn (iRP)

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"Please, call me 'Ronnie'. I'm no... 'senor', just an old space rat"
Ronnie smiled slightly and when the bartender came with a pot of fresh, black coffee and two more mugs, he leaned back in his chair. He quietly filled the cups with aromatic beverage and glanced at the general direction of the bar to see if no one else is listening to them.
"Hey, boss, what do you think about it? We could use our guys planetside to distribute the artifacts... That would surely let us make some cash we need."
Sipping the hot coffee, Lancehead meditated over this idea for a moment.
"What do you need there on your homeworld, Valeria? Food? Guns? We can get those. It's a bit harder for us to lay our hands on some tech... As you can see around here... hardware is pretty expensive in Liberty and quite hard to repossess... Oh, but we can get you some cheap software."
He grined and emptied his mug.
"And this way, you wouldn't have to land on Junkers' bases... and to let them make cash on you."
He then turned to Death Adder, nodded and asked his old friend:
"Whatcha say, Jonathon? Sounds like a neat idea, huh?"

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