Noferktii had attracted the attention of Zuzen and Maarcuu, and tried to stand up straight. "Friends, there is really nothing wrong. You are-" she stopped, and stumbled, coughing again. Blood spattered Zuzen's armor, and she leaned against the wall, breathing hard. "Ok, yes, I think I might be bleeding internally. If I recall, there is still a bullet in me. So, any assistance you know of would be much appreciated." Noferktii smiled, and put a hand on Maarcuu's shoulder. "Friend, your actions are noble. And I sense you are desperately looking for someone. So, I will make you an offer: My companions and I were looking for a Merchant ship, that went missing on this world: The Gluon Trail. Help me find my companion Deefron, and you will possibly find the ship. If we do, and it isn't a pile of scrap metal, then she is yours to do with as you please. On the Merchant's Honor."
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Meanwhile, Oradis was still listening intently to this exchange. It twitched slightly at the mention of the Gluon Trail, and sighed at it's poor misfortune. So, that ship it traded for it's life to Rectja's thugs... No chance of getting it now. Short of storming the palace and taking Rectja's life, which would be a suicide mission. Even if it's still intact, he probably has it hidden deep in his many private dry docks. Oradis got up to it's feet, and decided to join the exchange. It crossed it's arms, and addressed Noferktii. "We have seen your ship. We 'liberated' it from the hangar, and had outfitted it for our travels." He paused, and shrugged "We mean, the crew were dead, and weren't going to miss it. However, Rectja's thugs have been extorting us for some time now, and decided they wanted it more. So that ship now belongs to him. Go and try to take it from him, if you must. Don't let us get in your way."