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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Dec 14, 2017 22:03:03 GMT -8
==Making War SL== <<106 PP, G11 Sector, Lehon>>
Adonia was checking over one of the MAD missiles that was giving a funny return on its automated status check. She was still in the process of cycling the warhead up from the storage rack it was in, into one of the several on board workshops. Mostly, that meant standing around while the loading tracks did the actual moving.
A few minutes after she had placed the request, a large hatch taking up most of one wall of the workshop cycled open. There was the usual flashing yellow lights & light sirens to ensure nothing got in the way while the missile was deposited into the workshop. Most capital ship grade missiles & torpedoes where roughly large enough you could use the outer shell as a coffin for most humanoids without too much spare room. The MAD missiles were not most capital ship missiles.
Officially known as the Multiple Armament Device Missile, it was a beast the size of a small snub fighter. These weren't just capital ship weapons, they were capital ship killers. The majority of the missile's volume was the massive drive engine that formed the rear. Anyone well versed in starfighters would recognize it as a single drive nacelle from the classic A-wing. Though it was actually a descendant of that design & not a straight copy. Clustered around that were a collection of much smaller thrusters used for rapid course corrections. With the power of the engine, coupled with the much lighter mass compared to normal fighters, the missile could outrace any true starfighter in the field. The small shield generator studded within the engine also protected it from the light hits used to destroy most incoming missiles.
The next section forward was the power coil. It was actually a lot smaller than would normally be on a fighter that size, but that wasn't too surprising as it only needed enough juice for the trip out to the target enemy ship. Even so, it was a large enough coil for the missile to pull a constant acceleration for a good half hour. More than enough time to pull a hard burn from the surface of a planet to its outermost moon. With controlled coasting periods, that range extended to the outer limits of the system. Of course, without a hyperdrive its flight time would be limited to whatever acceleration it could pull before going to coast.
Next forward was the shield breaker. It was a wide range, one shot ion pulse weapon with its own dedicated power coil. The weapon was incredibly strong, it wouldn't bring down the shields of an Imperial Star Destroyer completely, but it would disrupt them enough to open a window bring enough for the missile to slip through.
At the very front of the missile was a large, blunt contact plate. Wired up directly to that plate was a suitcase size seismic charge. Theoretically, the device was a mining explosive. However, as it was one designed to reduce mountains to easily mine-able rubble, it was more than powerful enough to core any capital ship unlucky enough to be nearby when it goes off.
All in all, it was a single platform missile designed to outrun both the standard missile defenses & the starfighter defenses used by capital ships, break through nearly any shield, & deliver a hard ship kill. All in a single shot. The ship she lived & worked on was yet another Lucrehulk variant built & employed by the Imperium. It was actually a further modification to the Starfighter Carrier variant. It retained the capability to mass launch fighters, though in this case they were actually the oversized missiles. In addition to the nearly thousand missiles kept loaded into the launch tubes at any given moment. The Lucrehulk had an additional two thousand of the missiles tucked away into magazine bunkers, just waiting for the automated loading systems to load them into the missile tubes.
Just one of these 'missile boats' would be a serious threat to any power wishing to start a fight. Or even to an entire system just by jumping in at the edge of the system & unloading its cargo. Adonia knew of at least four of the boats hanging out in just this system.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 25, 2018 16:41:55 GMT -8
==Rebuilding the Citadel SL== <<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Middle Beach>>
The structure on the world below wasn't the only building happening in the system. Two hourglass shaped space stations took shape surprisingly quickly, given the limited constructive ability left in the Lehon shipyards. For all intents and purposes, when they finished they would be a pair of Derilyn Space Defense Platforms. Not that Rendili would ever see a credit for the copies made buy the Imperium with the stolen dataplans.
On each of the two moons of Lehon, additional defenses were being emplaced. At each pole of each of the two moons, a new installation was being created. Each of the four sites were functionally identical. The core of each was a powerful shield relay, covering a orbital grade ion cannon & a heavy duty mass driver. Each pair of weapons were designed to fire in sequence so that the blast from the ion cannon would reach the target moments before the withering stream of heavy shells. A one-two punch that would strip shields & control before tearing the ship apart.
Also scattered through the system were collections of mines. Though the term would be somewhat misleading. Instead of the more traditional one shot mines, these were instead closer to multi warhead launchers. While the warheads would still be roughly the same use against capital ships, they would be much more use against swarms of fighters. The majority of these were clustered around the common safe exits from hyperspace in the system, as well as covering most of the safe approaches through the system interference that troubled many ships trying to blunder into the system blind.
The last new addition was a network of gravity well projectors. Now even the lanes of space that had been safe for ships to pass through in hyperspace from the edge of the system deeper into the system were blocked & guarded. Now anyone seeking to invade would have to spend precious hours cruising in real space from the edge of the system.
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Post by Pawn on Jun 26, 2018 16:07:50 GMT -8
A Bes'uliik Starfighter enters the system, steadily flying on a course towards the planet. He glanced out through the window towards the local star, noting the absence of the massive Star Forge that had orbited it when he was last here. It had been quite a while since he had last visited the Rakatans and that had been back when the Infinite Empire was still in its prime, and although he knew that it eventually fell he lacked many of the specifics. He doubted that he would learn much by visiting the planet, but it didn't hurt to see what modern Lehon was like.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 26, 2018 16:20:22 GMT -8
==Welcoming Party== <<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Orbit>>
While the Star Forge might be gone, the Temple of the Ancients (And its advanced defenses) had long since been restored to active status. The warping of space caused any inbound hyperspace trips to be dumping in one of several nexus locations, depending on which direction the ship was inbound from. Regardless of which nexus it was, the first sight anyone would see would be a small collection of warships standing guard. One did not simple coast into the capital of what was now effectively the second largest faction in the galaxy, at least since the hammering the Galactic Alliance was taking had reduced its size greatly.
The Imperial Kyramud-type battleship, KYR-392 Golden Dagger, was the first to reply to the newly appeared fighter craft.
-Golden Dagger Unidentified starfighter, you are intruding on sovereign Infinite Imperium territory. Please state your name & business in the system.
The other ships in the formation, seeing that they had been beaten to the punch by the Dagger's comm officer, settled back to watch the show. Gate duty was usually rather boring this far into the Imperium.
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Post by Pawn on Jun 26, 2018 17:51:02 GMT -8
Pawn looks over the fleet in front of him, none of them having any distinguishable features of Rakatan design. Instead they seemed to belong of Mandalorian design, judging by the memories of his host. He began sinking into thought as he surveyed the fleet, wondering what they were doing here, before suddenly pulled back to reality by the unexpected hail.
"Pawn, and my business is sightseeing." He replied after a moment's fumbling with the controls of his starfighter. The comparatively small Bes'uliik come to a rest a distance away from the collection of ships, waiting for a response from the Kyramud.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 26, 2018 18:08:00 GMT -8
==Welcoming Party== <<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Orbit>>
Lehon was not typically the sort of place for sightseeing. However, it was a rather pretty planet. That & the craw was Mandalorian in design. All in all it seemed a very low probability that the craft was here on nefarious purposes. On the off chance he was, he would find plenty enough resistance down below.
-Golden Dagger Copy that, swing around & stand by for relay to the planet.
A small scallop shaped ship broke off from the main group. From the opening of the main cargo doors in the front, it was obvious that he was expected to land his ship inside it. There would be room enough for the bulky fighter, though it would be tight across the wings. If he decided to land in the GR-75, it would transport him through the maze of hyperspace tunnels leading into the system proper. The thick hull would make any attempts to learn the path impossible. On the plus side, it would put him down right at the spaceport, standing for whenever he decided to leave the planet.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jul 17, 2018 13:42:01 GMT -8
==Selling Stock SL== <<107 PP; G11 Sector, Rakata Archipelago>>
The vast waves of relocated people began settling on the worlds of the Rakata Archipelago. In the distant past, these worlds had been the core of the Infinite Empire, now most had no intelligent life left on them. For many the plague had reached them before they closed their ports. Those worlds had died quickly. Others fell to slave uprisings or dwindling populations. Those worlds passed more slowly. In the end though, few remained population to the modern era. With the recovered records of the Rakatan empire, the Infinite Imperium knew the precise location of every one of the nearly thousand worlds of the Archipelago. Getting there, on the other hand was more difficult.
The Rakata hyperdrives had been able to bypass all troubles in their route. The Imperium technically had the same technology, but like so many others, it was far less efficient for those without a strong connection to the force. Without an artificial beacon already in position to lock on to, the drives required an extremely powerful focus of Force energy. Far higher than the original empire had needed to make a jump. That meant that reaching each system had to be done with trial & error, along with thousands or tens of thousands of hyperspace probes trying to find a safe route to the system.
Once in the system however, travel became easy, if slow. Simply aim at the newly activated beacon & travel there with a hyperdrive rating of 4. It was glacial by any galactic standards. Most corporate ships or super heavy cargo ships had similar speeds. However, it ignored any hyperspace obstacle between it & the beacon. A unimaginable boon in the mostly uncharted regions the Imperium made its home.
While most of the old worlds of the Archipelago were uninhabited, most were also stunningly beautiful by standard opinion. Of course, a few had died hard enough to completely wipe out life, leaving only barren & often radioactive rock. These worlds would be left for future restoration projects. As for the more easily populated planets, the Imperium had a relatively simple & effective way of getting them set up. Vast number of Imperium Colony ships had been taken from stockpile fleets & landed in the best sites. The populations would be settled directly into the Colony Ships. Once the already converted ships had been expended, unmodified ones were also used. The first task of the new colonists would be to bring their Colony on line with the rest of the Imperium.
Of course, these ships wouldn't follow the same rules as those followed by the 'free' colonies. For one, the Imperator was making a push to centralize her power & gain more control over the very loose fringe of the Imperium. To be fair, most of the colonies followed her in lock step anyway, but she wanted a base of power directly under the control of the royal family. She had a few more ideas simmering, but this would be a powerful stroke toward that goal, especially as she planned to speed up the conversion process with the now much more concentrated loyalists.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jul 28, 2018 8:13:57 GMT -8
==The Grand Ring SL== <<107 PP, G11 Sector, Lehon>>
A soft breeze drifted past. The branches overhead rustled slightly & the shade cast mottled shadows over his book. Rueban particularly liked this spot. The crease of paper beneath his fingers when he turned the paper of a truly old fashioned book, though it had a modern story printed in it. The loose & hard wearing clothes gave him the look of a rural farmer from any number of worlds. Technically, nothing about the scene was what it appeared. For one, the farmer was a mandalorian. He kept his legally required armor tucked away in an armory when he didn't need it or wasn't training with it. The grove of trees was actually a farm, though one for exotic hard woods. However, it was on board a spaceship, not on a planet. The sky & sunlight from above was actually just a hologram & a large number of broad spectrum lights designed to replicate the prefect growing conditions.
The M21p ... (he had forgotten what the exact id code was, but it was fairly long), didn't really have a name, Rueban & his spouse simply called it home. It was an agriculture model. From his look, he was roughly middle aged, which was fairly accurate. The surprise there was that he was also technically retired. After settling down from the Imperium tradition of wandering around the galaxy for a while, he had set to work on one of the ring ships, as they were still called back then. He had met his spouse on this very ship, in fact. They had saved up extensively during that time. Like all the ring ships, it had a quota to meet. Once it did, it was to be decommissioned & a new one built to replace it. Most of the other workers, not that there had been many in a ship this automated, simply transferred to the new ship.
However, when it decommissioned a ship, the Imperium didn't just scrap it, it sold it off. Usually, the crew where give the first chance at a significant discount. After that, it would be offered for sale to the other citizens of the Imperium. This time at a much less impressive discount. If it still hadn't sold, it would be scrapped for salvage.
He could have picked a crop with a higher turnover. Most food crops were in fairly high demand all the time. The hardwoods however, would give him a nice lump sum. & with his rotation, he would get a crop in every twenty five years or so. Of course, they had a small plot for growing food of their own as well. The algae based stuff was simply terrible, though it made a good fertilizer.
The ship was technically big enough to host a few hundred or more people, but currently there were just a few people on board. The crew consisted of him, his spouse & their small children. With a slow crop like the wood & a sealed environment (technically several as the various growing bays were separate), it took little effort to keep everything growing nicely. One of the MID drones (he kept thing of them as M1s still) wandered by on legs that made it taller than he was, despite the tiny body. They did most of the work. Hell, he even had ones that kept the other ones repaired. Mostly he just needed to let them tend to business & run the occasional reset if they ran into a problem they weren't programmed for.
Power & material came from solar collector satellites he had strung out around the ship. Money for luxuries & supplies the ship's own forges couldn't produce was mainly made by the occasional bit of freelance remote work for the Imperium, or by selling off some of the mass collected by the satellites. Mostly it was just hydrogen. He made a point to skim the heavier stuff out on his own. It wasn't much individually, but it added up over time. He could have made more from it, but the ship just didn't have the equipment for fusing the hydrogen into heavier elements. It would have cut too much into his growing space & it was fairly expensive gear. Especially since the ship already came equipped to grow things.
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Feb 16, 2019 21:45:08 GMT -8
Near Lehon, a small freighter blinked into existence having traveled from Bespin. The Sparrow came to a halt well outside the defense perimeter of the system - her crew had made the occasional supply run for the various powers of the system, and were well versed in steering clear of unintended missteps resulting in, among other things, unwanted attention. The ship slowed to a relative holding position, and a communication pinged outward.
"Lehon Control, this is Captain Hardin of the Sparrow, seeking authorization for berth at Thrawn Station.
The channel closed, and Hardin leaned back in the comms station seat as Ames looked on next to him.
"Why'd you bring us out here? Why do you trust some nutjob we plucked out of space?"
Hardin chuckled at the expectedly direct tone of his de facto security chief.
"It really costs us nothing but a trip to a place we can do business anyway. What's it to us if we give him a gun and point him at a threat to our business? If the Dysnomia gang gets cleared out, our shipping lanes become that much easier to navigate. If nothing comes of it, we're back to square one anyway. To me it's a win-win."
"Not a question of what we get out of it - you act like we have an obligation to involve ourselves to anyone we cross paths with."
"Put yourself in his shoes - if you knew our crew had been attacked, wouldn't you want a chance to close the thread? Wouldn't you hope for a hand out from a stranger?"
"I'm not in his shoes, and no, I wouldn't. Universe doesn't work that way. I'm going to go make sure he's staying put."
Without another word, Ames swung up and out of his seat and up the gangplank to the ship's higher of two levels. His footsteps echoed reassuringly on the ship's decking, and it took only half a minute to find himself at the hatch leading to the room he'd stuck their 'guest' in. He gave a single rap, then hit the switch for the door to slide open.
He'd given his name as Kel Sentriss, but Ames had that pegged as a fake. The look in the man's remaining eye had faltered when he gave it, and in his position Ames would make up a cover. Hardly mattered to him. The man was seated in his bunk, having clearly risen at Ames's arrival, and Ames pulled the chair from the small desk and sat in it opposite his white-haired charge.
"Captain's making contact with our friends on the station. Figure another hour or two until we arrive so best make yourself ready. I'm sure I don't have to remind you to keep your cool down there."
Archais met his gaze evenly, elbow on his knees as he leaned forward.
"At this point if I was going to make a move, I'd have made it. You've nothing to fear from me."
"Not a question of fear. It's a question of why we're bothering to go out of our way for your sake. Captain's convinced your interests intersect with ours, and that's good enough for him. I see it from a different angle - your interests getting close to mine carries a risk. I don't like risks."
Archais tilted his head at that.
"You have the look of a man who's killed. I don't need to tell you that you and I have some common ground there. Surely you can handle trouble?"
"Oh I can. But trouble carries baggage, and in the jungle, baggage is a good way to get yourself killed. See in the grand scheme of things, the universe doesn't care about guys like me and ships like this. If we die, it doesn't really mean anything. If we live, that doesn't mean much either. So if you and I have something in common as far as past exploits, then it's all the more reason for me to keep a gun on you. Consider the fact that I don't a professional courtesy."
Here, a perspective surprisingly...Sith. It was a mentality he was well-versed in, and knew how to play to his advantage.
"In that case, all the better to hasten to our destination so our paths can diverge again."
"All the better to space you and be off on our merry way, if you ask me. But, Cap can't help but offer charity to every pity case we come across, so looks like you and I don't dance today." Ames rose to leave.
"No, not today."
The implied threat hung in the air between them a moment, then Ames turned and left. Archais pondered their conversation a moment, then began dressing himself. There was business to attend to.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 16, 2019 22:03:03 GMT -8
==Spare Parts== <<108 PP, G11 Sector, Lehon>>
The majority of traffic to & from Thrawn Station was routine & automated. Occasionally, something odd or new would float through. These were the unknown regions after all. There were countless little backwater empires, hideout groups & lost colonies constantly springing up. Plus the occasional locked away horror breaking loose. For the most part, ships that used IFF from one of the recognized groups (of which there were far more than anyone from the Republic of the main galaxy would believe) were simply allowed to dock. The station was robust enough (& partitioned enough) to weather any unfortunate situations. It had even seen more than its share of strange infections. Of course, those usually ended with whatever module was infected either vented to space, or even jettisoned completely.
AUTOMATED PING. SPARROW CLEARED FOR BAY 29-302 ... AUTOMATED PING. SPARROW CLEARE....
The ping would continue until the ship either landed or left the system. The machine didn't care which, it simply moved to the next ship requesting a dock. Of course, crews would be on hand to see if the ship needed any resupply. The station base rates weren't the best, but it was good quality & a long way to the next station. That & the private merchants on the station sometimes 'watered down' their product to lower costs.
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Feb 16, 2019 22:14:04 GMT -8
Prompt as always, the automated docking systems responded with a clear path and a waiting berth. Hardin guided the ship in, and shortly after, the ship rumbled as the docking systems took hold in bay 29-302 of Thawn Station. He gave the console a loving pat as he powered the ship down, feeling once again that she was a beast of burden who'd carried them home, or at least to the next safe port on an endless journey. He rose, and pinged Ames to prep their passenger to go ashore.
A few minutes later, their team was assembled at the gangplank. Himself, Ames, and Sentriss, the latter party wearing a loaned flight suit, a borrowed length of sash to serve as an eyepatch, and a light jacket whose right sleeve hung empty. The man looked as if he'd been through an ore processor, but he carried himself with a fire that was almost palpable. It gave the captain a sense of hope that he could deliver what he promised, however impossible. Certainly if they could get him equipped here his odds would improve drastically - but then, two times zero was still zero. He nodded to the pair, and they signaled the ship's boarding hatch open and stepped out, awaiting direction.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 16, 2019 22:26:39 GMT -8
==Spare Parts== <<108 PP, G11 Sector, Lehon>>
Sure enough to tradition, there was a crew member on hand. This particular one was a rakata in a jumpsuit. The scanners had already taken a good long look at the ship as it was maneuvering to land. The fact that no alarms were going off was enough for the rakata. The bay in itself wasn't very impressive, it was just an open area large enough to park most medium or light freighters, a few fuel pumps & some cargo gantries for unloading. With the exception of the Infinite Imperium logo slapped on the back wall, it could have been pretty much anywhere in the galaxy.
-crew member Welcome to Thrawn station. Does your ship require fuel? Or perhaps directions for the crew?
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Feb 16, 2019 22:32:36 GMT -8
Hardin and his party were approached by a Rakata in a jumpsuit, who identified itself as a station crewmember. Hardin offered a nod in greeting, and gestured to Sentriss.
"Greetings. Ship's in fine condition but we'd appreciate having the fuel reserves topped off. We have a friend here who could use some new parts, in the form of prosthetics. We've done some business here before and heard this was the place to find such things."
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 16, 2019 22:42:22 GMT -8
==Spare Parts== <<108 PP, G11 Sector, Lehon>>
The refueling was easy enough, it was the big button on the main screen of his datapad. A quick tap & the automated systems would kick in. The fueling nozzles were actually hooked straight into a drone chassis. With a faint putter, it rolled over to the correct port & extended the hose until it slotted into place. A very precise meter then began to tick upward as fuel was pumped into the ship's tanks.
The other request was a little more complex. The Rakata had to dig through several pages of directories before he found the heading for where the only prosthesis shop on the station was.
-crew Well, we do have one shop on the station. Otherwise you will have to get cleared to take a trip down to the planet. It is easy enough to find. Follow the red lines all the way to core hab three. From there, follow the purple lines backward to civil module twelve. There you are looking for hull two, section thirteen. Do you need me to write it down?
Outside the door, the promised red line had arrows painted into the design, making it clear which way to go.
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Feb 16, 2019 22:50:45 GMT -8
Hardin nodded along as the crewer gave his directions, and was about to ask for some kind of written directions when Sentriss spoke from behind him.
"No."
At that, Sentriss began following the red line down the corridor, clearly able to remember the steps. Hardin offered a word of thanks to the crewer, then motioned Ames to follow. The pair trailed a few steps behind Sentriss as they made their way to the third core habitat. It wasn't a long walk, but Hardin did find himself wondering what they'd find - despite a few visits he'd never ventured further into the station than the docks.
The trio came to where the purple line split off from the red to indicate the various subsections of the core habitat, and from there it was another short walk to hull two, section thirteen. Eventually, they found the sign indicating the shop the crewer had specified. They entered, and looked for signs of a shopkeep.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 16, 2019 23:04:52 GMT -8
==Spare Parts== <<108 PP, G11 Sector, Lehon>>
The crew member shrugged. He didn't actually care if the person got lost. Anyway, the station tracked everyone on board anyway, so it wasn't like they could manage to get too lost without a patrol being sent across their path.
The core habitats (or at least this one) seemed to mostly be quarter & living areas. A fair number seemed to be advertised for rent, but most seemed to already be host to either crew, or their families. Walking along the purple line, the group passes through a long clear walk way, showing stunning view of the station out in every direction. From the looks of it, this walkway had been built as yet another extension in the complex web of hulls & tubes that made up the majority of the station. About halfway down, there were hazard stripes on the floor. Watching other pedestrians cross the patch made it clear that the gravity had a minor gap there, as people transferred from one hull to another. Of course, the locals cleared it with a surprisingly graceful long step-hop maneuver.
Civil module 12 on the other hand, was a bustling welter of sound. Even with acoustic dampener located every few meters, the sound of workshops running at full tilt was impressive. The shop they were looking for didn't look all that impressive, but it had a certain understated function to it that spoke of experience at least. The shop keeper was a grizzled old biddy of a lady in low profile armor. She was fiddling with what looks like a mechanical tenticle when the group entered, but it quickly vanished from sight.
-shop keeper Can I help you boys?
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Feb 16, 2019 23:15:34 GMT -8
Hardin offered a wave to the old woman tending the shop.
"Sorry to interrupt your work, but we've a friend in need of cybernetics and were directed to your shop. Sentriss, care to fill her in on the details."
Archais stepped forward, glancing at the displayed models of varying sophistication and physiology. It was apparent that this shop catered to more than humanoids. With some effort, he shrugged out of his jacket to reveal his stumped right arm.
"I've need of a humanoid right arm and eye compatible with an IFW-86b neural framework."
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 16, 2019 23:21:53 GMT -8
==Spare Parts== <<108 PP, G11 Sector, Lehon>>
The old lady looks him up & down before walking a quick circuit around him. Taking a couple quick prods as she goes.
-shop keeper Hmmm, an older frame, but something I can work with. You are a scrapper. I can tell.
Returning to in front of him, she gives him a good hard look in the remaining eye.
-shop keeper Might be difficult to match the color. I'm going to guess you want something you can throw down with & not worry about it being damaged?
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Feb 17, 2019 13:46:07 GMT -8
Scrapper. He fought the urge to retort to the label but it was convenient enough given the circumstances. He allowed her her pokes and prods as he responded while she moved about him.
"In my line of work you make do with what you can find. The eye can be of any color, but I require visibility into the infrared and x-ray spectra. The arm will need to be a combat model, ideally with inset garrote wire and a blade attachment at the wrist."
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 19, 2019 4:49:09 GMT -8
==Spare Parts== <<108 PP, G11 Sector, Lehon>>
The old lady chuckles.
-shop keeper See? What did I say? A scrapper. A fighter.
She takes a closer look at the shoulder he was missing an arm on.
-shop keeper Looks like you ran into the pointy end of a forcie, son. Don't worry, Mama Gurk will treat you right. You won't have to worry about that again.
With that, she wandered off into a back room & out of sight. Though a moment later, her voice drifted back out into the main area.
-Mama Gurk/shop keeper Well, don't lollygag around out there, come in the back.
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