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Shooting Party
You've received an invitation to a peculiar shooting party, seemingly related to the damaged robot in Settle Range. Go check it out.
Quest List
Head to the shooting party's starting location.Talk to the cunning Exile leaderTalk to the Exile leader organizing the shooting partyTalk to the Exile leader organizing the shooting partyHead to the shooting party's starting location.Head to the shooting party's starting location.Talk to the cunning Exile leader
Strange Flyer:
You There! Wanna blow off some steam?
Strange Flyer:
And You! Wanna put your limits to the test?
Strange Flyer:
What About You! Wanna gain some fame and earn some bucks while you're at it?
Strange Flyer:
Yes! You! The one reading this flyer!
Strange Flyer:
At 2:00 p.m. tomorrow, we will be hosting a grand tournament slash party at this location. Guess who's invited?
Strange Flyer:
You!
Strange Flyer:
Prove to yourself that you have what it takes to be a real badass.
Strange Flyer:
Join us and show off your sharpshooting skills!
Strange Flyer:
Best of all, a mysterious prize awaits!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Hey, we're running a major shooting tournament and party right now. Come over and join us if you want in on the fun!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Where you come from, what you do for a living. It don't matter. If you think you have a good trigger finger, you can sign up!
Cunning Exile Leader:
There are three challenges, you'll get yourself some nifty prizes for every challenge you beat. Real simple!
Cunning Exile Leader:
And the grand prize is right here inside this box next to me!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Three challenges. Get through all of them, and everything here will be all yours!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Whaddya say, wanna give her a spin?
Cunning Exile Leader:
(Hehe, that's it, come to papa...)
Cunning Exile Leader:
N-nothing, it was nothing! Like I said, you sign up, and all the prizes are yours!
Cunning Exile Leader:
And you're in luck, we happen to be offering a 20% discount if you join now! Which comes down to a total of... 500 Credits for the sign-up fee!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Hey, it's only 500 Credits. And you look like you've got more than enough to spare. Just fork it over!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Impressive. That was a quick one!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Come fetch your prizes!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Hehe, juicy... Money, money, money!
Cunning Exile Leader:
The targets are ready when you are!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Remember, shooting beyond those scrapped cars counts as instant elimination!
Cunning Exile Leader:
What a shot. You're not thinking of just stopping here, are you?
Cunning Exile Leader:
How about it, ready for challenge No. 2?
Cunning Exile Leader:
You get through two more challenges, and that magnificent prize will be coming home with you!
Cunning Exile Leader:
This second challenge is designed more for the pros. You get two rounds of targets.
Cunning Exile Leader:
As for the sign-up fee, hehe... I'll give you another discount. Only 1,000 Credits!
Cunning Exile Leader:
What do you mean? I'm a man of my word, 1000 Credits, hand it over!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Squeeze, breathe, and shoot! You've got talent!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Come, come. Your prizes.
Cunning Exile Leader:
But if you really want the ultimate prize, you better step it up a notch!
Cunning Exile Leader:
We've had plenty of contestants with decent talent before, but all of them failed to beat the last challenge!
Cunning Exile Leader:
What do you say? If you want to have a go at the final challenge, come find me!
Cunning Exile Leader:
I just love chumps... I mean, gracious customers like you!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Step right up! The targets are all set up!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Remember, shooting beyond those scrapped cars counts as instant elimination!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Now, the ultimate challenge, is worthy of a master such as yourself. Do you accept this challenge?
Cunning Exile Leader:
This final challenge is made up of three rounds worth of targets. You get through all of it, and the grand prize is yours for the taking!
Cunning Exile Leader:
With a challenge fee of as little as 2,000 Credits! It's make it or break it! Well? Do you have what it takes?
Cunning Exile Leader:
Acting? What acting? I'm a man of my word! Come on, then. 2,000 Credits doesn't hurt, it's the ultimate prize we're talking about here!
Cunning Exile Leader:
What, you got a problem or something?
Cunning Exile Leader:
A loss is a loss. Rules are rules!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Hmph, so what? I didn't plan for any of you suckers to win to begin with.
Cunning Exile Leader:
This is my turf! Whatever I say goes. Oh, you don't wanna know what happened to that wannabe operator or whatever he was, when he tried to come up against me last time...
Cunning Exile Leader:
Heh. You got any idea who I am? Let's beat 'em up, fellas!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Okay, okay, so much SHC, I made a fortune this time.
Cunning Exile Leader:
Ahem! All right. The stage is all yours!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Same deal as before. Shooting beyond those scrapped cars counts as instant elimination!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Well, tough luck, pal!
Cunning Exile Leader:
But since it's your first time, I'll give you another chance!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Well, tough luck, pal!
Cunning Exile Leader:
But since it's your first time, I'll give you another chance!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Oops. Looks like you failed the challenge! Hahaha!
Cunning Exile Leader:
Aaand... That about wraps it up for today's tournament, folks. Looks like we didn't manage to find a winner this year yet again!
Mail:
Sender: Ol' Shady
Mail:
Hey, Sunny. Heard you got your hands on a top-quality droid motor. You thinkin' about selling it?
Mail:
I could really use some big fella to impress the crowd, you know!
Mail:
[Reply] Sender: Ol' Sunny
Mail:
You still can't get over that lame tournament of yours? How much money can you even make from fools with that thing anyhow?
Mail:
I'd say you're better off sticking with me and the rest of the boys. You're just wasting time twiddling your thumbs all by yourself.
Mail:
But I do in fact am looking for the biggest buyer that's willing to offer for this thing. The usual deal. Cash on delivery!
Mail:
[Reply] Sender: Ol' Shady
Mail:
Hey, you're seriously out of touch. There's still plenty of suckers out there these days that are more than willing to splurge. I'm making the big bucks!
Mail:
I let them breeze through the first two stages, get a bit of taste of sweetness so they can play big. And then bam! Hit them with a surprise at the last one!
Mail:
I'll bring you the money over right now. You keep that motor nice and toasty for me, all right? I'm countin' on that baby!
Mail:
(There are no more emails)
Uncaring Exile:
We're just here for guard duty! You'll have to find the Boss if you want to talk business!
Cunning Exile:
Hey! What are you doing! That's the grand prize for our shooting party! If you want it, earn it yourself!
Cunning Exile:
Hmph, this will be one helluva score... Hey, what are you sniffing around at? If you're here for something, go take it up with our boss!