EVENT: It's Time to Talk (Day 2, LM, Storage)

[Comstar]

"I don't know, thirty or forty? Is that a lot?"

He looked worried. "The mines mostly run on their own, but someone still has to go into the radioactive zones and turn them on, and then drive the carts in and out, and clean the pumps... they'd send me in to carry messages. It always felt... weird. Too warm."

[Dorgan Bruun]

"Hey, for right now don't worry. Remember Miss Colette's gonna bring you something nice for lunch too. Let's get you some water too we've been talking for a little while..."

"Do you know if any of the slaves came from this world? Or do they all come from the ship from wherever?"

[Colette Rupelle]

Colette just nodded as she absorbed the information. The warming of the mines was probably the radiation. "Of course I'll bring you lunch and water... or maybe a hot chocolat." She smiled. "Do you know if there a specific ore they are mining for?"

[Comstar]

"Off world, mostly... but some I think were captured here. I know they started attacking farms some time after I joined... I didn't think they'd ever do something like that... and they never did take me to explore the stars and..."

He fell silent.

"I'm not... not very hungry."

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun sighs, adding the kid to a long list of people who'd gotten shot or worse because they wanted to believe some bastard(s)' sales pitch.

"Alright, uh... Sorry, I'm bad with names. What's your name again, kid?"

[Comstar]

"Samuel."

He rubbed at this neck. "Samuel Levi."

[Dorgan Bruun]

"Right. Samuel. So Samuel, you're gonna hang with us for a while here. You've been helpful, so we're gonna take good care of you. The bad guys got you shot bad, but I think Specialist Roth will get you fixed up."

"Oh. What exactly were you and the other fella trying to get when you snuck in last night?"

[Comstar]

"We were supposed to find out who you all were... They were worried you might be another warlord's soldiers."

Samuel looked concerned. "You aren't, right?"

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun snorts and laughs, probably too loud for the improvised cell.

"The leaders of this expedition are about as non-warlord as they come, Samuel. The mercs like me are just here to protect the science people, who are all even less scary than Miss Colette," he assures.

"So when this ship comes from off world, how often is that? And has it come recently?"

[Comstar]

"Uh, it comes every few months. It's due some time the next week or two I think."

Samuel looked nervous. "I kind of lost track."