We get a call from Bartleby, who is calling in a favor. He needs us to go down to the Foots and talk to a fellow named Jaks, a local barkeep at the Harbor Inn, and retrieve a small item. Bartleby tells us it’s a milk run. As we leave the shift, Quint, who’s finally back in plain sight, shoves a fistful of cash at us and demands a case of apricot brandy.
Alisander knows that the Foots are one of the most lawless and wild places in the entire Koronus Expanse, full of black markets and slavers. So whatever we’re getting for Bartleby is OBVIOUSLY not kosher.
We take a lift down and find the bar. Inside there are people sitting around, drinking. A man behind the bar is cleaning glasses with a dirty rag. That’s Jaks. We tell him Bartleby sent us. Jaks goes to the back and we sit around waiting. Blade drinks some bad space ale. Remi eyes up (well, as best as he can) a nasty-looking void born stripper dancing around a pole that’s almost as skinny as she is. Ramirez dutifully hands out pamphlets to the other patrons.
SXE looks around and notices the signs of all kinds of hidden technology. He finds a port and plugs himself in, being greeted with a message. “Welcome to the depository of knowledge for the Omnissiah.” He’s just discovered that this place is a cover for an AdMech temple/safe house. Not only does he know, but they know that he knows and its time to roll initiative.