[b]Armaments[/b] [i]A phantom warps in outside the dojo, it lands, and I step I out, wearing military-grade armor, without the helmet, and with a cigarette in my mouth. I approach the dojo. There is a familiar set of swords on my back, on my neck, the image of a red snake is burned into my skin, and my left eye is a milky white. My footsteps echo on the stone pathway I walks on, until he approaches the center of the dojo, where a fountain resides. I look around, seeing the sparring, and the fighting, and shake my head. I press my tacpad again, and a phantom flies in and drops in a stand. I then yell out for everybody. [/i] People of the Dojo! For those of you that don't know me, I am Kaleb Bryan! Or Missouri! Or Locus! I am here to sell weapons. It may not be a Starbucks, but it'll work! I work for Badlands Company. Actually, I own it! [i]The cart's lights flare on, and panels slide up, revealing a whole slew of weapons, from guns to karambits.[/i]