*A man wearing a denim jacket with a patch that displays a poker full house across the back, jeans, and a pair of old cowboy boots walks in, an emotionless expression on his face. He wears a hip holster with a .44 magnum, and carries a large chest holster for a bowie knife. His hair is long and curly, down to about his shoulders. A five o'clock shadow covers his face, interrupted on the left cheek by 3 scars. He wears a pair of aviators. He walks into the starbucks*
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*Buys a coffee*
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*A vex clone sits down across from you and gives you a nod.*
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*nods back*
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Damn... So many customers today. *looks at you* Want anything to drink, sir? Or did you come for my... Other services.
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I need to speak to you privately, Phoenix.
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*looks at your knife* Hey... I knew a guy who had a knife like that.. Yeah, sure. What do you want to talk about? *gestures to back rooms*
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*walks to back room with you.*
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[spoiler]I'm sorry, it's just with all this shit happening I'm slow to everything else. Reply when you feel like it.[/spoiler] Alex... Is that really you? Okay, what is it that you want...?
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I need a teleportation device, something i can rig to my gear. Been moving without it, nobody has seen me like this before, so....
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Well damn. So that's what you look like under all that armour... Okay. I might have the thing. Scraps of old ships are a blessing when it comes to tinkering. Scrap metal, technology, engines, fuel. And I course, warp drives on some. I usually don't have a use for them, but with the right modifications I can rig a short distance teleport that runs off of some sort of equivalent power source... The only problem would be finding a power source.
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The armor runs off of a fusion cell core. Will it work?
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It might negate other functions to focus the power but... Yes. I think it will.
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This thing can power a battleship, with ease.
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Then I have completely faith in it. May I see your armour?
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I can't lug that around. May i have the device? I can install it myself, if you don't mind.
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*Walks up* Hello there!
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*says nothing, sits in corner, lights up a cigarette*
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I said hello. Now answer me.
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*slides aviators down, nods at you*
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*Looks* What the hell happened to your face?
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Long story.
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Ok. So. Where you from?
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Desert. Long ways away from here.