#RuinsOfRakhana – September 6, 2016

Nathan sighs and cranes his neck, looking up to Jason. "Okay, so what do you want written on your gravestone? 'Eaten by cannibals' or 'They need to add more spice to the stew'?" He shuffles up close to the crest, still keeping his head below it.

Jason jerks back down behind cover and frowns, rotating in place to glare at Nathan. "That shit's not funny!" he snaps back. After a few more moments, a loud sigh escapes him, "Look. The bottom line is: they have vehicles. We need vehicles. The drell pilgrimage- whatever the fuck that is- seems to pass through this general region so I'm guessing someone in their camp has to speak a language our translators can pick up. You

Nathan nods and reaches over his shoulder to pat the stock of his M-100. "Oh, I'll drop him alright," he chuckles. "But yeah, sure, you go be charming and we'll see how it goes. Honestly, I'd rather not try and burn through my ammunition slaughtering the locals." He then sighs and waves back towards the direction of the ruined truck. "Just be careful, alright? Some

Ehanis frowns. "This submachine is precise, but not that good," she says, followed by a nod. "I'll come out of hiding if I'm needed."

Jason gives Ehanis a nod. "Just be quick and conserve ammo as best as you can if it comes down to it." he says as he climbs to his feet and begins making his way along the dune in a crouch to remain out of sight of the sniper, "Let's hope it doesn't."

Jason moves a bit of distance from the others before cresting the top of the dune once more. His gaze briefly lingers on the sniper nest as he begins to slowly descend the other side of the slope, doing his best to keep from sliding too fast down the hill of sand. As soon as he touches down on the bottom, he immediately raises his hands and begins advancing on the colony.

Jason's gaze scans around, looking for any places that could serve as cover should things go south in a hurry as well as trying to get a read on the general area.

Nathan chances a look over the crest of the dune, watching Jason for a brief moment. "Be safe, buddy," he mutters as he turns his gaze towards the sniper's nest, clutching his rifle in his hands before he slides an inkling back behind the dune.

Ehanis keeps her head down, waiting for word over comms or gunfire before doing anything.

Jason continues towards the armed drell. Because that sounds like a good idea. "Well, they've certainly taken notice..." he mutters just low enough to be heard over comms, "...But no gunshots yet." He raises his hands a bit higher into the air. "Heyyyyyyyyyyy!" he announces himself with a shout as he closes the distance, putting as much fake cheer into his voice as he can in an attempt at sounding non-threatening, "What's

Nathan huffs gently, rolling his shoulders. "So far so good...".

Ehanis sighs. "Let's hope they understand what he's saying," she says.

Jason keeps up a big, wide smile, despite the fact that they can't see it through his helmet. "Think they want me to get on the ground." he whispers, "I don't particularly want to get on the ground..." With a low groan, he nods his head a few times, "Yeah! Absolutely! Fen! Preach it, brother!" he calls back, hands still in the air, "I'm just gonna-..." he glances at the ground and lowers slowly onto his knees, "...Wait right

Nathan peers over the dune, zooming in with his HUD. "Don't have much choice," he replies over comms. "Hey, I hope these guys aren't too interested in tech and shiny things. I doubt they've seen cybernetics...".

Ehanis remains out of sight, seeming more concerned now that it seems their plan isn't working. "What do you see?" she asks. "Should we intervene?"

Jason continues to whisper through his comms as the armed drell approaches. "Four approaching me. Four more standing guard just inside of the gates." he responds to Ehanis, "All armed with old weaponry. The good news? They're not opening fire yet... Let's wait and see how this plays out." As the drell closes in, Jason gives him a nod. "Hey. So, crazy story, me and my-..." he begins to explain, but his attention is quickly pulled

Nathan looks to Ehanis as he hears Jason, his brow furrowed. "This is starting to sound bad...".

Ehanis grins at the asari phrase, but she doesn't comment on it. "Mhm," she says. "We can't just storm them if they capture him without a fight, though. We'll have to wait for them to turn their backs to us first."

Jason sighs as he climbs to his feet and begins marching in the direction prodded towards, hands still held up out to his sides. "Yeah, yeah. I'm moving." he mutters. "Great. You're gonna show me around your place, huh?" he asks, mainly for the sake of informing those listening in over comms that he's being escorted in without giving them away in case any of the drell can understand him, "The whole-... pointing guns at me thing

Ehanis looks over at Nathan. "What do you see? Are they still looking this way?"

Nathan turns his gaze to try and see if the sniper is still watching them. "They've stripped him of his weapons... good thing he has his arms covered, though. If shit hits the fan, at least he can swing them around." He looks back to Jason and mutters. "They've taking him inside...".

Jason continues to glance around as he's escorted through the encampment. "Nice place you've got here... See, I come from a camp of my own a little ways from here. We've got plenty of shit to trade and all for the low, low price of borrowing one of those vehicles over there." he says with a nod towards the aforementioned vehicles. "You understand the concept of 'borrowing', right?" he asks, looking between the drell escorting

Ehanis remains out of sight, or at least she hopes that she is. "That's not good," she says. "Do you think they know about us?"

Jason falls silent as it has become clear that they're not going to respond to him even if they can understand him. For now it's just a case of wait-and-see. He devotes his attention to remembering the layout of the colony for now, taking note of the direction he's being led in case he needs to make a quick exit.

Nathan snorts. "Course they know about us. That sniper is still watching us intently," he replies. "Right, he's inside now...". He slumps back out of sight and sighs, brushing off some sand from his M-55. "A tank, a tank, my kingdom for a tank."

Jason visibly eases up as he realizes there's more than just scary reptiles with guns and plated armor sulking around. "A lot of people living here, huh? Families. Everything." he says aloud. Once again, both an attempt at interacting with the drell and to relay information to the others. "So, uhh.... You folks seem to be pretty fit. Keep in good shape and all. I mean, you have to in order to survive a place like this, right?

Ehanis sighs. "People on the inside, too..." she says. "We should have left them alone like I said when you first sighted them."

Nathan shrugs. "Eh, we're set on this course now." He then stands up into a crouch, still keeping out of sight from the sniper. "We should get into a better position, try and close the distance some," he suggests. "Juuuuuuust in case we need to storm the building in a heroic rescue attempt."

Jason casts a glance back over his shoulder, through the door they entered before settling his sights on the red-frilled drell. "You must be the one in charge. You know, on account of you staring out the window all mysterious-like. Classic." he says, mostly just amusing himself at this point as he simply assumes there's little chance any of them are going to understand him. "Nice place you've got here. Can't say the its been the

Ehanis frowns. "I think we should wait here for now, unless we can get closer without being seen," she says. "We don't want them to attack Jason all at once because we made an aggressive move."

Nathan waves idly. "Moving a few meters to the side isn't aggressive," he says with a tone that suggests he's putting on the confidence he's displaying. "It's just... re-positioning for the possibility of an aggressive move. Totally different."

Kell turns to face Jason, raising his left hand palm-up. It holds a clunky disk-like device. An omni-tool. An old one. He adjusts the interface of the device calmly while two of the other drell flank the door after closing it, the others remaining outside. After a moment's fiddling with the old tech he meets Jason's gaze. "I am Kell. This is our Fortress." he says, the omni-tool translating to a language that Jason's translator can

Ehanis nods. "That's not a bad idea, as long as we're out of sight," she says. "It could buy us a few seconds of not being shot at."

Jason furrows his brow, caught off guard by the translator finally working. "...Oh. Uhh, hey Kell. Jason." he introduces with a gesture to himself, "You are certainly not wrong. We don't belong here. And we're doing our damndest to rectify that problem. See, my friends and I had a little bit of a problem. Ended up stuck out here. I spotted your colony and figured it was worth a shot to, you know, reach out and see what it

Nathan chuckles. "I'm glad you agree," he says. "C'mon. Let's move." He starts to move off a little around the dune, aiming to shorten the distance to any extent.

Kell rounds the desk, approaching Jason. As he gets closer his size becomes more apparent, unusually bulky for a drell. "Indeed..." he says with a thoughtful look. His gaze turns to Jason's arm, the claw-like repair job on the left easily visible, and he raises an eyebrow. "Are you an alien machine, Jason? Or is there a face beneath that plating? I do not negotiate with machines..."

Ehanis nods and crawls backwards until she's at the bottom of the dune. She then moves towards Nathan's position, remaining crouched to avoid being in view of the sniper.

Jason leans back slightly, the offended look on his face hidden behind his helmet. "Machi-... Wha-...? No!" He raps a gauntleted knuckle against his helmet, "Just... armor." he says. His hands move sharply towards his helmet before he thinks better of it and slows his movements, casting a glance at the other drell in the room to assure them he's not trying anything. He unlatches his helmet slowly and lifts it off, letting out a

Kell leans in closer, studying Jason for a moment before letting out a grunt. "Who are you? Why have you come to our world?" he asks, looking at Jason with a focused, but hard-to-read expression on his emerald-green face. Several metal studs line both of his eyebrow ridges, perhaps giving the appearance of metal eyebrows to a human.

Nathan continues to poodle along the bottom of the dune, crouched, as he continues his excellent tactical repositioning. "Hey, fancy taking a glance to see if we're in a better position?" He asks after a few moments.

Jason opens his mouth to speak, but suddenly thinks better than going into details. "Work." he states simply. "Security guard. Me and my team offer security to clients. Our client needed to visit Rakhana, so we were hired to make sure they made it safely. Right now all I'm interested in is getting my people home." He shifts his helmet around, transferring it to his left hand and tucking it under his arm. "We're not looking to

Kell nods slowly, but doesn't seem too impressed by the sparse details offered. "Your people? How many of you are there on our world?" he asks while walking back behind his desk, taking out a bottle.

Jason lowers his head for a moment, looking to the floor. "There are eight of us." he says, deciding to be as truthful as he can so long as the details won't hurt their intentions. "Some are wounded. Might not make it much longer." he sighs, "I'm not going to string you along here, Kell. We're in a bad place and if things don't turn around for us soon, we're not all going to make it. I'd very much like to avoid losing anyone..."

Ehanis raises an eyebrow. "Wouldn't that risk giving away our new position?"

Kell listens, taking a moment before responding. "Of course. You must be in dire need of help to risk crossing the desert on foot." he says before extending the bottle to Jason. "Drink. Replenish your strength. Perhaps we can help your people. I can send a vehicle, if you tell me where to go."

Nathan glances over his shoulder at Ehanis. "Okay, so how will we know where we are?" He asks. "Have you been keeping track? I hope so, because I may have zoned out for a moment... my head feels a little... light."

Jason accepts the bottle with a nod of his head in gratitude. It takes him a moment to remove the cap. Once he does, he lifts it and takes a sniff of the contents, not particularly wanting to drink it, but also hoping to avoid offending the drell. "If it's all the same to you, I would prefer showing. I mean no disrespect, but these are people I care about. Simply giving their location to someone I only just met doesn't sit well

Ehanis points towards the top of the dune, slightly to the right. "The building is over there," she says. "Do you think that'll hinder you if we need to fight our way in?"

Kell seems about to respond when the guards' radios buzz to life, a string of incomprehensible drell language being heard. The leader furrows his eyebrows as he looks at Jason. "The people sneaking around outside, are they with you?" he asks. The drink Jason was given has a sweet smell to it, like a fruit juice of some sort.

Nathan shrugs. "Probably not," he replies. "I mean, we're going against with antiques. We could probably mow half of them down before they even bring down out shields. And then, what's the odds of their weapons having any punch to even get through our armour?" He raps his knuckles against his chest. "...Unless they have those turrets. That would be baaaaaaaad."

Jason winces slightly, but nods. "They are. Again, no disrespect is meant. As I'm sure your guards will agree, I approached peacefully and handed over my weaponry as soon as instructed. Those are my teammates out there, and they're worried. They have no intention of harming anyone, they're simply concerned for my well-being. None of us are looking for a fight, Kell. I give you my word."

Ehanis shakes her head. "They'll have a lot of time to shoot at us before we get to the fence," she says. "It doesn't matter, though, because it sounds like diplomacy finally worked."

Nathan coughs awkwardly as he chimes in a reply. "We... meant to be spotted. Part of the master plan in case things went wrong. Buuuuuuuuuut since they didn't... Hi, nice drell people!" He slowly peers over the top of the dune and offers a little wave towards the sniper's nest.

Kell eyes Jason up and down before looking to one of his guards and extending a hand. The Phalanx is handed over to him, and he studies it, turning it over while talking. "As must you understand that your alien weapons pose a great threat to us. This is no secret. I see little reason to risk my people being led into an ambush."

Jason sighs but nods. "So how about a trade?" he proposes, "One of your vehicles in exchange for that weapon and a few clips?" he asks, giving a nod to his Phalanx. "I know that might not seem like much, but you said it yourself. Our weaponry is dangerous. Besides, you seem like a smart group of people. I saw the construction you've got going on those vehicles. I'm sure someone around here might be able to rip that thing apart to

Kell raises an eyebrow. "We do not 'loan' our vehicles. In exchange for some of your alien weaponry, we may be willing to part with some food and water, as well as provide transport for you and your... companions, to the rest of your people. But we cannot leave our vehicles in your hands."

Jason sighs again, giving a shake of his head. "I'm sorry, Kell. That's not good enough. Food and water might buy us more time, but if it's at the cost of being able to defend ourselves by handing over our weaponry, then we're not really any better off. We're just trading one risk for another. We're not getting anywhere without a ride to Pilgrim's Haven. If you're willing to meet me half way here, then I'd be more than willing to

Ehanis raises an eyebrow. "Get down," she hisses. "We shouldn't provoke them."

Nathan glances down to her and chuckles. "Yes, yes, I'm going to provoke the sniper by waving at him," he says as he holsters his rifle. "I think trying to stay hidden, miserably might I add, is doing more to provoke them than standing in the open." He holds both hands up, flexing them to show there is no weapon being held. "Are you even listening to the comms?

Ehanis nods. "I know," she says, "but the sniper could take it the wrong way. I don't know these people, and neither do you."

Kell turns back to the window, considering the suggestion for a while. After half a minute of silence he shakes his head, turning back to Jason. "No. We are not in the business of ferrying trespassers about. That journey is a long and dangerous one. I have made my offer. If you will not take it, I ask that you and your companions leave this place."

Jason sighs loudly and furrows his brow. "And your offer is simply food and water? You have an abundance of vehicles and you seem to have no problems building more. What I'm offering you is something you can't get. Forget the food and water, how about just a vehicle? We're not looking to survive here, Kell. We need to go home. My people can't ride a bottle of water home. What is it going to take to get one of those vehicles?"

Nathan rolls his shoulders and shrugs, taking a knee at the top of the dune and resting his hands atop his leg. "Well, I haven't been shot yet so, I'm taking that as a good sign."

Ehanis shrugs and sits down at a spot where Nathan is between her and the building. "I'm not going to stop you," she says.

Kell looks a little frustrated by Jason's insistance, but after a moment's consideration his expression changes. He plants his hands on the table, leaning on it a bit. "Perhaps a trade is possible, but each of these vehicles are the result of a great deal of time and effort. We can escort you back to your people, and if what you have is deemed enough, we can trade. If not, we will leave."

Jason extends the bottle towards Kell after capping it. "Which comes right back to me telling you where my people are. You're not doing much to meet me half way, Kell..." he sighs, his own frustration shining through for a moment, "If I'm going to tell you where my people are, I expect my weaponry back beforehand. Before we leave. Before I tell you anything. Bring food. Water. And a vehicle you're willing to part with and we'll

Kell shakes his head. "I will not have armed aliens in one of our vehicles. You will remain unarmed for the duration of the trip. We will bring some food and water. As a gesture of goodwill. The vehicle for trade will be brought in after we have confirmed that you have something worth trading for. You have already seen that we do."

Jason lifts his helmet back up, setting it in place. Now hidden from Kell, he gets his abundance of eye rolls out of the way. "You two heard the offer." he says, latching his armor back together, "Opinions?"

Nathan chimes in over comms. "I don't like this any more than you do, Jase," he begins. "And honestly, I think if we take this offer, we'll have a knife dangling over our heads on a frayed string... But we also don't seem to have much choice. If we get dropped back off and don't have anything to offer, we'll have a little bit more food and water. AND we'll know

Ehanis nods to herself. "I heard it," she says. "I think we should take it. The others will have guns, and we're not helpless without them."

Jason nods to himself, letting another sigh out. "Deal." he agrees reluctantly, "Before we leave, I expect a chance to secure my weapons before turning them back over to you. I'm not taking you to our people just to turn our own weapons on us." he says plainly. The time for tiptoeing around each other's feelings has long since passed.

Kell nods. "Understandable. Return to your companions, let them know of this and tell them to prepare to hand over their weapons. I will have a truck prepared, which will meet you by the fence."

Jason gives a nod of his own. "They already know." he informs. Maybe hoping it might strike a little fear into Kell. Are they mind readers!? Do they have unnatural super hearing!? Who knows, drell! Who knows! He turns on his heels and starts towards the door, assuming an escort will help him on his way.

Kell seems mostly unphased by this, nodding as Jason leaves. The four drell that brought him in escort him out the same way they came, all the way up to the hole in the fence, where they stop and hand him his weapons back, as requested.

Ehanis removes the clip from each of her weapon before attaching them back onto her armor. "It should be great to finally have some actual food," she says. "I'm very, very hungry."

Nathan waves over to Jason as he emerges, regardless if he can even see him or not. "Hey, Jase. Glad you ain't been eaten!" He says over comms. He then turns to Ehanis and nods. "Yes, no damn paste, hopefully."

Jason accepts his weaponry, though he doesn't remove the thermal clips right away. As he starts back towards Nathan and Ehanis, he tosses a hand up in the air to return the wave. "Yeah well don't go celebrating yet. There's still plenty of time for that. For all we know, they're just hoping to get as much meat as they can. He made me drink something... I think he might've been trying to sweeten me up..." he mutters back over

Ehanis stands up. "We can still fight back," she says over comms. "Let's hope that if they're going to try anything funny, it'll be while we're underway."

Nathan chuckles and stands, placing his fists on his hips. "Well that'll take a lot of that drink," he quips back. He offers Ehanis a nod. "Yeah, agreed. We have to hand our weapons over though, right?"

Jason rolls his eyes at Nathan's comment. It's been a long day. No time for witty remarks or banter. "Yeah. We'll have to hand them over before we depart. But like Ehanis said, we're not defenseless. Ehanis' biotics. My cybernetics. Your..... ear-piercing intolerable banshee scream. They'll have another thing coming if they think we're going to be easy targets."

Nathan flips Jason the bird. "And my knife. They won't be able to find it without ripping my armour apart," he corrects.

Ehanis starts to walk over the dune, but she waits for Jason to take the lead. "Is their leader going to be with them?" she asks.

Jason nods to Nathan as he moves alongside Ehanis, finally removing the ammo from his weaponry and stowing it away. "Keep it stowed away unless you absolutely have to take it out, Ten. We don't want to show our hand until we have to." As they continue towards the truck, he gives the asari a shake of his head. "I don't know. He didn't specify." he says, "Suppose we'll find out soon enough..."

Nathan follows Jason's lead, ejecting the ammo from his weapons and stowing it away. "I got it, Jase." He stays close to Jason, watching the truck and letting out a low whistle. "I feel like I've seen a film about this before...".

Jason gives a nod to the others before setting his Revenant and Phalanx down in the sand. "There's gonna be a problem if I don't get those back..." he says. And, oops, the blade sheathed across his chestplate must've slipped his mind. Long day. Hot sun. Etc. He non-chalantly begins to board the truck.

Jason glances down, watching as the knife is removed. With a bit of extra theatric flare, he slaps a gauntleted hand against his helmet. "Ah, shit. Knew I was forgetting something. Appreciate it."

Nathan sets his weapons down, with the M-100 last. He gives it a gentle pat and mutters, "I'll be back for you." He begins to board the truck, still slathered in his grenades. Considering the close proximity they're all going to be in, he's hinging that they won't mind... naw, he just doesn't want to part with them.

Ehanis detaches both of her weapons and leaves them next to Jason's before boarding the truck without a word.

Jason has remained mostly silent, knee bouncing up and down as they near their camp. "Korio. Change of plans." he reports back, "We've made contact with a local colony. They're returning with us and we're going to see if we can come to an agreement to use one of their vehicles. We're approaching, so hold your fire. Let the others know." he says over comms. "It's just up ahead, right inside of those big-ass doors." he announces to

Renala had elected to give up on the search and she has spent the last hour trying to repair the water purifier. Though, without any water to purify, she cannot really test it. Upon hearing the message from Jason over comms, she stands up.

Steve has remained near Renala throughout the day. Once the message comes through, he replaces his breather with his helmet. "So, whaddya think?" he asks. "Someone holdin' a gun to his head?"

Korio is still near the door, rifle clutched in both hands. "Understood, Wolfe." he replies as he steps off the crate and begins opening a path for them to enter through their makeshift barricade.

Nathan has remained silent, simply glaring at the nearest drell. He has sat slightly hunched, hands clasped together with the index fingers tapping one another.

Jason waits for the drell to exit the vehicle before stepping out himself and looking to the drell who spoke to him before. "So how are we doing this?" he asks, noting the anxiety of the others. Maybe they're anxious because they know they've got a fight on their hands? Or maybe they're just worried they might?

Ehanis has kept to herself, and has made no effort to break the silence. When the truck comes to a stop, she stands up and hops off back of it.

Nathan exits the truck, looking for the drell carrying his grenade-launcher. He grumbles incoherently under his breath.

Jason's gaze lingers on the drell for a moment longer before giving a single nod and moving to take one of the crates. "Generous." he says as he looks to Nathan and nods at the other crate, "We appreciate it. Hopefully we can offer you something that you'll get some use out of."

Nathan obliges and makes to take the indicated crate and carry it inside.

Jessica looks over Namira one last time to make sure she's still breathing before adjusting her cap, grabbing her Avenger and exiting the tent, using her weapon as a makeshift cane to help with her limp.

Ehanis walks to stand out of the way of the truck's rear, closer to the entrance. She waits for orders or her weapons to be returned.

Jason leads the way with crate in-hand towards the entrance. "Right this way." he directs. "We can spare a few sidearms. A few items out of our medical kit, too. That might be useful. Know what medigel is? We had a team searching the building today, so they may have come across a few things as well." he says, making idle chit-chat.

Nathan follows Jason, still remaining silent as he glowers at a random drell, automatically assuming that this one was the bastard who touched his gun.

Renala stands up, leaving the purifier project behind outside the tent. "Let's find out," she says. She makes her way over to the entrance to take a look at the situation, still being armed and in armor.

Jason nods to himself. "Right, right. You just wait right here, we'll be right back out..." he says, stepping past their makeshift barricade. He greets those inside with a nod, setting the crate down just beside the door. "What did you find?" he asks Renala right away, keeping his voice low enough so the drell waiting outside can't hear. "These people have vehicles and they're willing to trade... It's important that we make this

Renala shakes her head. "No, I didn't find anything worth bringing up aside from that," she gestures towards the water purifier. "It's powering on, but I haven't tested it." She pauses, humming thoughtfully. "We collected the guns on the Blood Pack mercs downstairs, you could offer them."

Jason nods a few times. "Guns and a water purifier? Hell, that sounds good to me. Bring them outside, along with the thermal clips you found on them." he says, "I'm gonna grab a few things from the medkit." He looks to Steve, extending a hand, "You didn't take any hits. Give me your medigel. I know, I know." he continues pre-emptively, "But if we want to get off this planet, then we're going to have to make this trade worthwhile

Steve furrows his brow and goes to protest, though he simply sighs as Jason continues and removes the cannister of medigel from his suit, handing it over reluctantly. "If I get shot, one of you folks better be generous with your stash..." he mutters.

Nathan sets the crate down, stretching his arms out. "Dooooooon't worry, Steve, I'll be generous and share," he assures the man.

Renala nods. "Understood," she says. She heads over and picks it up, bringing it to just outside the exit.

Steve rolls his eyes. "Uh huh. We'll see if you're still so generous when the projectiles start flyin'." he says as he begins to collect the Blood Pack weaponry they've amassed and carrying it out.

Jason gives a lopsided grin. "This is going to help a lot, Steve." he assures, giving the cannister a shake. He turns on his heels and returns outside, dragging one of the crates from their makeshift barricade with him. He sets the medigel down atop it along with the water purifier and stands aside as he waits for Steve to return with the weaponry.

Ehanis remains outside by the truck, watching the strangers while she waits for the trade to complete and their weapons to be returned.

Steve exits the bunker with the Blood Pack weapons, laying the Punishers out neatly atop the crate. He has already unloaded each of them and he takes a moment to set the thermal clips beside them. It takes him another two trips to bring out the rest. Again, he unloads them before bringing them out. The shotguns and the firestorm he simply sets beside the crate. "That's all of it." he says.

Nathan watches the deal from a crate he has now sat on, tapping his leg impatiently as he glances back to the drell.

Jason steps over to the crate, looking it over with a nod. "I'd say this is a pretty good haul." he says, his gaze rising to meet the drell's, "Handful of weapons. Enough to pull a couple apart and see what you can learn from them and the clips to use them for defense if the need arises." He points to the water purifier, "Water purifier." he states plainly, "I figure that's the sort of thing that could be worth a bit for a