Devil's Punchbowl Pub | Thabit Station

[Thallia Thorn]

"No one's fooled you... I like to know i'm being well treated by those who kidnap me." She grins playfully. "In terms of this project in return all I'm asking for is the freedom to travel Omicron space and analyse any unusual phenomena. This data would be used to calibrate and refine the Solace's cloaking set up until it is functional. Simple on your side. No trouble at all I'd imagine." Her tone revealed a passionate side to the otherwise shy Thallia, almost forgetting the circumstances she was in.

"I've only two ships. You've already seen the Solace, the little Anki parked up in the hanger..." She frowns a little. "I hope no ones touching it. That would annoy Lexi no end, she likes her privacy, so to speak." Thallia takes a long gulp of her coffee. "The other is a Bison transport called 'The Aceso'. I believe my need for it on this project is self-evident. I use it to acquire the supplies needed for various projects, and it is configured to be compatible to Lexi's protocols. It is also Cryer registered."

She shifts uncomfortably in her seat as she considers her next words, blushing every so slightly. "I...ur... owe my parents a visit. They are staff on Cryer's facility in Cambridge, considering the documentation required to work there they'll be easy enough to track down for you I'm sure. The others are potential suppliers, ones I've used previously in building Lexi. They don't ask questions, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to create Lexi without the Bretonian government being all over it."

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