> this must be my fifth.
> sixth.
> i don't know.
> another run up to hauler.
>
> it's a UESC plague there.
> i haven't been able
> to make it
> out.
>
> this time i can hear someone.
>
> i look in through a window on the hauler's catwalk
> all i see is the mechanical bodies of UESC strewn
> all over. guns. ammo. supplies.
>
> this runner
> they've done well for themself.
>
> but i know that feeling.
> the amount of work they just put in
> so i do something different.
>
> i call out
> i announce my entrance. i let them know
> i'm coming in.
>
> and suddenly
> there we are.
>
> and we're _talking_
> well i'm talking.
> their shell can't talk but they're nodding, shaking their head.
> i try to make it easy, yes, no.
> we make a truce of some sort
> i tell them i don't want to upset their run here.
> im just here to get a datapad for a contract and i'll be out.
>
> they seem to be ok with that
> we walk by each other.
> no shots exchanged.
> and i don't see them again.
>
> the contracts ask for the opposite of this.
>
> what is this?