- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Meanwhile, on the planet's surface..
Leon had reached the Merc's control room, through the ventalation shafts.
Before anyone had a chance to shoot him, as he knew the mercs had a tendancy to do, he grabbed his most prized possesion, a shard of diamond the size of a watermelon, from his pocket.
"I am Leon. I wish to trade this for a ship so that I may fly to the nearest Proincial Cruiser!"
he waited for the mercs to reply..