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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/7/2017 12:30:24 PM
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[b]Watcher walked through the crowded streets, looking to see if there was a weapons Smith of any kind [/b]
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Nearby, a store had been lined with hundreds of different kinds of guns, swords, broken and new Omni-tools, a bunch of heavy weapons, and more, including some type of special shotgun. A turian was sitting at the front desk, with a few Alliance and Drell soldiers looking at some of the weapons. The turian cashier noticed Watcher coming toward him. "Hey...you! Looking for some type of weapon? Came to the right place!" The turian yelled out toward him.
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[b]He stopped in front of the cashier [/b] "You have a whole lot of everything I see..;"
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"Eh...when you have access to a technologically advanced merc group, have contacts in almost every part of the Terminus and Alliance, and have personal experience with some of these weapons, you tend to collect and get a lot of them. So...what are you up to getting?" The turian asked, his arms at work fixing a M-23 Katana Shotgun.
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"A dagger actually, preferably a plasma energy one
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"Alright...let's see what I have here..." the turian mentioned as he rummaged through the back.m, eventually coming out with 3 daggers, each one with a different shape and look. "This first one is an incendiary dagger. Small, efficient, burns enemies on fire. Proabably the most simplest concept you'll ever find out here. Now...this second one? Some robed guy came here a few months ago with this shortened version of what he called "a light saber". Lost a bit of its efficiency, but this is about as close as you can get to plasma here. The last one a simple one that can vary between poisonous damage, and doubles as a voice caller for thresher maws. Don't try to do it on a place like Akuze." He explains, motioning to the three daggers out in front of Watcher.
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"Hoe much for this second one here??"
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"Well...it would originally be for about 125000 credits, but..." the turian had said, going toward Watcher's ear. "I'm good friends with ol' Merrick; used be part of his old crew. Give me 50000 and tell him I'm here and you've got a deal."
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"It's a deal.,." [b]Watcher transferred the credits, grabbing the light Saber [/b]
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"Thanks...tell Merrick I'm here. At this point, he'd need some type of friendly face other than Silsia at this point. Might even bring me back aboard the [i]Deimos[/i]." The turian had responded, chuckling at himself. "Name's Cryark Tallios, by the way. Anything else?"
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"That'll be all, thank you"
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"No problem. See you on the ship, if Merrick actually accepts me to join." Cryark replies, waving to Watcher as he had resumed to work on the Katana Shotgun.
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[b]After purchasing the Saber, he searched for a good place to drink. A bar preferable [/b]
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[spoiler]Sorry about the wait; busy with stuff.[/spoiler] Lots of bars were nearby. A particular bar, named 'Shaken Horse' was nearby. Krogans and turians were head butting each other, two female quarians were making out with each other, and many Geth were outside, staring at a 'mystery drink' that a few humans were drinking heavily. The inside of the place seemed less rowdy.
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[spoiler]It's all good [/spoiler] [b]Watcher entered the bar, looking around as he did so to make sure no one would cause him trouble [/b]
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[spoiler]Also, might as well return one of my old characters ( I'll make the updated bios after)[/spoiler] An empty seat laid next to a woman. She seemed to be in a black biker jacket, black pants, and brown hair, with one red streak over the middle of it. She seemed to be drowning herself in asari tea, the nearby volus bartender simply dumbfounded at the amount of tea she must've drunken.
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[b]He took a seat, taking off his helmet to reveal a middle aged man with straight black hair, gray streaks going through it His face seemed old, as if he had seen man wars and fought many battles. He waved the bartender over, prepared to order [/b]
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"Uh...ah! Yes, human, what what you like to order?" The volus asked, stumbling it's way toward Watcher, the woman simply looking at Watcher, her eyes darting across Watcher's face and eyes.
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"You got any whiskey?"
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"Um...yes. There's 44 Red Thessia...*breathes* Normal Whiskey...*breathes*..." as the volus kept listing all the whiskeys to Watcher, the woman next to him pulled out an old, rusty DH-17, looking at it compared to Watcher's DL-44.
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"You can stop now. I'll have a 44 Thesia."
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"*breaths* Coming...right up, sir." The volus replied, walking to get a drink. The woman next to him nudged him,and in a whispering voice, she asked, "Aren't you from the Dojo?"
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[b]He looked over at her, a serious expression on his Face [/b] "Yeah, how did you know?"
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"Velinnea Stoik, former clone and Mandalorian of the Dojo...nice to meet you." She whispers, a smile forming on her face.
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"You as well" [b]He turned slightly, extending a hand towards her[/b]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 2/8/2017 6:24:23 PMShe accepts it, shaking Watcher's hand. "How's the Dojo been for the past 6 months or so?" Velinnea's asked, as the volus sent the whiskey Watcher's way.
