"God will forgive you," Saul snapped sharply, he was not angry but he was noticeably irritated, "But I do not easily forget matters such as these. Of all the places in the universe, the docking area is the last place I'd expect a pilot to fail to land properly. I hope that we do not crash into an asteroid the next time you're in the cockpit."
"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war."Saul sees that a stun baton isn't enough to smash a robot's chest in, so he grabs his battle mace. Suddenly, he realized that he shouldn't just beat anybody who came through the door or the authorities would confiscate their vessel and they would be sent off to prison. He still didn't trust the officials here but needed to cooperate with them.
So he put down his battle mace and said, "We have heard of this station's reputation. Identify yourself immediately and you will not be harmed."
"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war."The Airlock door opens... about an inch. Saul 2, 6 slides his fingers into the crack and pushes the airlock door open fully, resulting in actually repairing 1 point of damage done to the ship.
Twiggy looks at Saul. "Welcome - to - Alpha - Complex." Twiggy recites robotically, then plucks the 100 credit bill from Saul's fingers before sliding the bill into a slot in its chest. The robot's eyes flash randomly for several seconds. "Your - parking - fee - payment - has - been......... accepted. Please - enjoy - your - stay."
There is a mechanical grinding noise from Twiggy's chest, then a piece of flat bright orange plastic film, with printing on it, pops out of the slot. Twiggy pulls the plastic sheet out and hands it to Saul.
RECEIPT: 65 CREDITS FOR SEVEN (7) STANDARD DAY CYCLES PARKING
5 CREDIT PROCESSING FEE
20 CREDIT WATER/ATMOSPHERE TAX
10 MANDATORY VOLUNTARY DONATION, STATION MANAGER REELECTION FUND
TOTAL CHARGE: 100 CREDITS. TOTAL PAYMENT: 100 CREDITS
REMEMBER: ALPHA BLUE STATION AND ITS STAFF ARE NOT RESPONSIBILE FOR LOST OR DAMAGED PROPERTY, VIRGINITY, OR LIFE.
Twiggy turns and begins to march stiffly off.
Will any of you follow him into the station or do you all plan to stay on the ship for awhile?
edited 30th May '16 3:31:16 PM by Nodrog
Saul glanced at the receipt with one detail catching his eye. There was a station manager re-election fund, and he was intrigued to find that this station held elections for its officers rather than being appointed to that position by a planetary government official. Was this station self-governed? That wouldn't be surprising considering the notorious lawlessness of its inhabitants.
Subjecting the unruly denizens of Alpha Blue to the freedom of democracy gave them the opportunity to wreck total havoc on the station. Saul feared that this was no democracy, instead it gave way to its more twisted cousin, mobocracy, the rule of the mob. Every administrator or in this case, station manager, could not remain immune from the passions of the people, they had to appeal to it. As a result, this dramatically exacerbated the chaos of Alpha Blue.
"Twiggy," Saul said in a shaky voice, "Tell me more about the station manager elections. There are more questions to be asked, so be prepared to give answers." Twiggy was currently their only hope of navigating the terrors of Alpha Blue, so Saul wished to make the best use out of Twiggy.
edited 1st Jun '16 2:54:29 AM by Victor_Skye
"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war."Twiggy stops in his march and turns. "I - charge - 10 - credits - per - question - answered. Yes - I - know - where - you - can - find - Bajja - the - Yurt. The - station - manager - elections - are - held - once - every - five - standard - years - and - the -next - election - is - in - one - standard - month. That - will - be - 20 - credits - please."
Twiggy holds out his hand expectantly. Be careful in phrasing questions; Twiggy will not directly lie, but will answer most questions very literally and may choose not to answer open ended questions. Also, if you ask him for information he doesn't have, he will say "I don't know" and still charge 10 credits.
edited 1st Jun '16 11:14:09 PM by Nodrog
Bunny pays 20 credits, plus another ten credits for her next question. Your group has a total on 1020 credits remaining.
Twiggy stuffs the 30 credits in his chest slot, then begins speaking. "Locations - where - Bajja - the - Yurt - Is - likely - to - be - today: the - slave - market, any - of - the - three - on - station - restaurants - featuring - Yurt - Cruisine, at - the - Arena, at - his - private - apartment, or - in - his - throne - room. All - other - locations - on - station - are - either - transient - points - instead - of -destinations - or - fall - below - 50 - percent - probability - threshold."
While the three of you are talking, another spaceship begins landing. This one is a Firefly class transport, about the same age of your own ship; however, this one is clearly being helmed by a much better pilot. It touches down as easily as a leaf on the wind.
Unless one of you wants to ask Twiggy another question, he'll start to walk away again.

Jesus Christ, Bunny, get your shit together! :^P
Bunny shuts off the radio quickly. Good God, let's not have an altercation before we even land!
"I'm so sorry, everyone!" Bunny says, quite flustered. "I— I guess I should have read up on these controls; I've only ever flown military grade ships before..."