When Alina asked where she would be able to acquire more ammunition, John simply pointed to the Starfire dropship that had just landed. [color=ed1c24]"Should be in one of the crates in there. If you can't find the specific ammo type you need than it's probably not very common, meaning there are two ways to go about getting it. Option one, you special order it. You'll have to pay for it though as well as wait for the next shipment which will most likely not arrive until after we finish our next mission. Or option two, you buy it from one of many vendors located throughout the city of wherever you're at, in this case the creatively named Tharvis City of the planet Tharvis. You can tell they worked hard on coming up with that name. It'll be even more expensive, but you'll get it immediately,"[/color] he explained. Once Alina walked away, John turned back around to resume sitting on the edge of the platform.

As soon as he did so though, he heard his name called yet again. John let out a heavy sigh as he got back up. [i]I just sat down, goddammit.[/i] Once he was up, he looked at the anthropomorphic fox with a completely neutral expression, covered of course by his helmet. [i]Y'know, when you end up having to work with a human-sized, bipedal, talking skunk and are completely unsurprised in any way by it, that's when you know you've seen some shit.[/i] Sticking out his hand to complete the hand shake, John replied, [color=ed1c24]"Yeah, but a lot mercenaries usually get hired because of their prior military service so I'm not too surprised that we've got someone like her. In fact, I'm more surprised that we don't have more people like her on our team."[/color] After finishing the greeting, John pulled up his arm and began typing into his datapad. [color=ed1c24]"I'm assuming you need your datapad synced up as well or was HQ a bit more prepared when they sent you here?"[/color]