Roscat

I'm relatively sure I mentioned the portal in this room. That's showing a machine shop.

Fuzz

Celica nods slightly. "And Tony says I am not allowed to fight them. It is very unfortunate. He says if we keep paying them off, they will leave us alone. I say if we pile enough of their bodies out front they will stop coming."

"Just a second, guys," Tony says. "Let me just wrap up with this customer and I'll be right with you."

"We ain't got all day," one says.

Tony walks over to Fox. "So, wanna fire it up, make sure it works?"

Fox nods and jumps in the cockpit. He turns it on and taps away at the on-board computer. "All systems green. I'm good to go."

"Great! So, about the payment. You can give it directly to my associates over there."

"Sure..." Fox seems suspicious, but he walks over and hands one of the goons a card.

The goon examines it, then pulls out a datapad and scans the thing. "Lylat, eh? Yeah, the exchange rate ain't so good. This doesn't even cover half of it."

"Eh? But he's the only paying customer I've had all day!" Tony groans.

"Not our problem. Eh, what 'bout robot on the table there? Your little pet project, right? Bet we could hack it up for parts."

"Reboot complete!" The robot Tony was working on jumps up from the table. His robotic-white skin starts to glow, then turns a light tan. He's indistinguishable from a normal human.

Fuzz

"Lemmee see...  With this payment, conversion rate... carry the one...  $1,600," the goon says.

You notice that Fox is pretending to focus solely on his ship, but his ears are perked up and he's stealing glances towards the two goons.

Celica is standing calmly with her hands crossed in front of her waist.  She wears a blank expression on her face.  As best you can tell, she isn't armed.  You get the impression that's probably a good thing.

The robot is looking around curiously.  "This is not the space station.  The gravity is wrong.  Where is this?"

"Planet of Roscat.  Save the questions for later, please," Tony says.

Fuzz

"Ental?" The goon mashes some buttons. "Yggdrasil? That's, uh... 23,153 ental."

Fuzz

"We got enough people that owe us money.  The problem is getting people to pay up."

Fuzz

"Licencing, mostly," the goon says. "We're from the governor's office, in case ya didn't recognize the badge."

You look carefully at their suits. You see they're carrying stuff in their jackets, but you don't spot any outlines that look like guns.

Fuzz

The goons have to think about it for a moment. "Probably not."

"Look, first of all, he's not a client, I found him in the trash. But he's not a robot, he's, y'know, got, like, organic parts 'n' stuff, y'know?" Tony stammers.

Celica steps forward. "Won't you please accept the partial payment for now and come back at the end of the week for the rest?" she asks pleasantly.

"...I guess somethin's better 'n' nuttin'," the lead goon says. "Fine. But youse better have the rest come Friday."

"Uh, yeah. We're on it," Tony says.

The two goons leave with one last dirty look.

Tony wipes the sweat from his brow. "Jeez. When the government and the criminals are the same..." He turns back to you. "Uh... Yeah. Sorry. I may not be able to afford to hire you, after all."