"Don't vorry. It's not like zey don't give us ze "What ze fuck are zose Guys wearing?" look. If zats a Trap the Location of ze Gate would be much better, here are to much Civillians and less Overview. I zink zey just see us as Traders from far away."
"I dont think Goa'uld would care about civilians if they are present on this planet." Alexander said taking another sip from his flask
"Civilians are ze Workforce! Why taking risks if you got a much better Place of a Trap?" Although he still sounds confident that there is nothing wrong with this City, his grip on the P90 got stronger and he raised his Guard as if he is acknowledging Alexanders Argument. Better be on the Safe side. OOC: i think we should give the rest a chance now. You get the last Turn. x)
Eventually one of the wandering men approached SG-6. "Hello Wanderers, you seem to be from somewhere else, mh? We had many but nobody like you, may I ask where you are from and what you have there? Is that for sale?" The Man asked, pointing at the P90 that Paul held. "Oh oh forgive me! My name is Famir and I am one of the many store owners here, my daughter is watching my store as I look for good deals and it seems I just found a treasure chest in form of four foreign men!" Famir laughed about his own joke.
''Famir, we're pleased to meet you. We were hoping you might help us, my...friends and I have had a long journey, we've traveled a great distance to come here. Could you tell us more about your settlement, here?'' Davis asked. ''Who's in charge, for instance? We would very much like to meet your leader.'' OOC: I know, it's still what we're carrying, though. Lol.
Famir scratched the back of his head. "We don't exactly have a leader. This is a free city, a trading hub if you like to call it. We all live here only for one purpose: Trading. The Settlement is called 'Freedom' and is exactly what it is. You see, nobody here is forced to do anything, for you can live however you like. But then we started trading goods from all over the world. From one settlement to another, brought whatever we found. Exchanging things we desired and so on." Famir explained, smiling, walking around the SG-Team, examining their equipment finding everything highly interesting.
''I see. Perhaps we could trade for some information? We're researchers, you see. We came here to learn about your town, so that we can teach our people, back in our land, about you,'' the Colonel said, kneeling as he pulled his packpack from his shoulder. He pulled a single flare from the pack, the red tube seemed trivial to him, a career military man. But an off-worlder? ''You like to collect things, yes? We would be willing to trade you this, for any information you can give us. Nobody else in this entire settlement has one, you'd be the only person,'' Davis said, noticing a couple of his men eyeing him up with suspicion.
"Mhhhh I agree I agree. May you then accompany to my store, where we can figure out the details? After all it is not too wise to discuss the details in the open street, somebody could try to attempt stealing your precious items while I try to fairly trade for them." Famir said, his eyes seemingly bigger as he was rubbing his hands, being excited about the upcoming deal.
''Of course, you are right,'' Davis smiled. ''Very well. You lead, we'll follow.'' He allowed the trader to walk a few steps infront, using the time to talk to his men. ''Be on alert. We can't expect anything, or anyone, to be what they appear here. But if this guy is genuine, and there is no leader, then he might be as good as anyone to learn from,'' he whispered, not wanting to give Famir reason to doubt their intentions.
