Bankor

With the occupying Mandalorians pushed back, many of Uthan Mil's shops were open for business. Cole glanced over at Galen; the man had looked better, and the surgeon was concerned. We have the area secured, it's fine. This isn't bodyguard work, it's just shopping. He pushed a hand through his hair.

"There should be a place with good supplies around here." Galen said, looking around. "That's what I heared, anyway."

“I’m hoping to acquire some additional medical supplies. The supply of slap-patches is painfully low, it will be easier to buy more than try requisition them.” Adjusting his spectacles, “and I have some specialised equipment in mind,” he was hoping to customise his kit like a tac specialist customising his weapon. “So if you spot any medical supply places, point them out.”

"I should probably get myself some stimpacks." he said as he looked around. "In case I get shot up again. We need to prepare for the desert, too. Do you have a thermal cloak?"

Nodding, Cole ran a hand through his hair, “I was going to ask you about that. Will a cloak be enough? Maybe I should requisition the quartermaster for a cloak and desert fatigues. I mean, sandstorms and arid air and things? What do you think?”

"The more gear for it the better, as long as it doesn't weigh you down." Galen nodded. "I don't know what the quartermaster has on hand. Let's see what the locals have available."

Cole nodded, he was certain that the QM had uniforms, clothing tended to get burnt, slashed, torn, and bled on; frequent replacements weren't exactly uncommon. "What about you? What are you in the market for?"

"My armor got torn up last night, I wouldn't mind replacing it." he answered. "I'll need to prep for the desert, regardless."

Cole pressed his lips together and nodded again. He asked around a bit, but it initially seemed that no one was familiar with the item he was looking for.


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D3 EE: Shopping-Rarity; Negotiation, Average, Galen Assist: 1eP+2eA+1eB+2eD 1 failure, 6 advantage, 1 Triumph

"This may be more difficult than I thought." Galen sighed. "But, it's understandable, all things considered."

It took some time, but Cole was eventually able to locate a medical supplier who stocked something similar. It wasn’t quite as effective as the ones used by the military, and the supplies were lower than he’d hoped, but it was better than nothing. He turned over the credit chit, and tucked the slap-patches into one of the many pouches on his utility belt.


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Using Triumph to find a similar item with GM permission.

"Well, it's something at least." Galen smiled. "I really should pick up some stimpacks. It's that or start carrying you around."

Cole raised an eyebrow, and his eyes briefly didn’t look so tired, “but wouldn’t Navi get jealous?”

"Very." he nodded. "And, you wouldn't want to see him upset."

Glancing at the pint-sized creature, “oh, I can see that.”

"I need some clothes." he looked around. "Let's see what we can find."

Cole hrmmm’d, keeping an eye out for suitable merchants.