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George Mills:
"Sounds like I girl I used to see back home, minus the smart bit, mine couldn't tell a gun from an engine!"
He laughs
"Should we leave now, or wait for this dust storm to settle?

George Mills:
"Shaded, wait there, I got some pre war tech in my junker..."
He runs out of the tavern
He returns half an hour later, dragging a chest full of filters, gears and assorted machinery.
"Anything here take your fancy?"

Carn:
"Oh Anglea probably has the most intact pre-wr tech of all the factions, the Order is the only one that may rival the Republic, but they have different kinds of tech.  The trick would be getting any out, they dont have prisons in Anglea, you pay in blood or coin. And trying to smuggle out tech would at least mean you loose a hand.  Possibly your head, that is unless you could match they're price, which i doubt."

Carn:
"Well we may as well hunker down here for the night, sandstorm should have cleared by morning."

Takes one more swig of booze then unstrapping his riffle he goes back to the couch from the first night

"I suggest you dont wake me unless its an emergency, Roxane has been feeling stir crazy lately, dont want to accidently shoot one of you."

Falls onto couch in the same position before ready to shoot, and with the bayonet pointed down

Koali:
"I don't appreciate being poked, [George]."

*Climbs up onto a bar stool and resumes Stone form.*

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