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After a great deal of scrounging, betting , kvetching, haggling, begging and all around nearly beating a merchant in the head he had finally gotten his hands on a golden piece of tech. An Advanced Targeting Array. And with his full skills, he had brought that part to the best level of advancement. He had been so proud...and then requisition orders suddenly arrived.
"Oi. Oi. OIIIIIII you numbskulls," Hacha makes a waving motion, and holds up a hydrospanner. "Who here knows this tool like the back of their inserting member?"
After a few shaking moments, a few of the crewman raise their hands.
"Kriff off, and spray your biologicals elsewhere. For the rest of you...left's go to work"
Modding Physical countermeasures-Mod 1-setback on incoming gunnery: 5eP+1eA+1eB+3eD 3 successes, 2 advantage
"OK, so you ain't lost all your wits. OK, GO GO GO, do you have any hustle in that brain GO!"
(Boost Passed)
