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Post by Lady Kuri on Feb 12, 2011 13:14:25 GMT -5
She took Anton's hand, and grinned. "You can call me Red. Pleased to meet you." She said, discretely wipping her hand on her shorts. She hadn't really gotten a chance to speak up until that point, and felt out of place after being dragged along.
She raised an eyebrow, surveying the strange men around her. "I'm pleased to meet all of you." She chuckled, crossing her arms.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Feb 13, 2011 18:13:13 GMT -5
"A pleasure I'm sure...am I?..yes..." He again trails off into mumbling before coming to his senses. "Well there are so many of us aboard the Asarualim, and occasionally we need to make port to restock. No town ever likes us staying to long, they say we bring about trouble. Though I've never had any trouble from my crew, maybe Samuel has.... Anyway yes we tend to make a entrance, its not intentional thought, we simply want to get in and get out as quickly as possible."
A small chirp could be heard from his pocket, he reaches deep into the fabric pouch and pulls out a small earpiece, a piece of equipment few where lucky to see let alone own, a thin microphone juts from inside the earpiece along his jaw nearer is mouth.
"Yes?" Anton says into the small microphone, a muffled voice could be heard slightly over the earpiece. "Samuel, I was just talking about you with my new friends........no their no police....I don't think....no, most certainly not law enforcement. Speaking of which have you ever had any trouble with the crew........nevermind, what where you saying."
He pauses for a moment listening running his fingers over his chin. Before giving a pleased sigh, and a smile.
"Wonderful Samuel and terrible at the same time. Buy whatever they'll allow and we'll see what we can pick up in the next town.....no I don't know where we're going next....south maybe....yes maybe....probably...okay yes south....."
During Anton's conversation Joe opens the package that had been delivered to him, from the box he produces a rectangular silver box with some wires hanging out of the back of it. Anton clicks off the earpiece and looks to Joe. "Don't break that, those ruins didn't want to give it up." He says pointing at the box.
"Come on I knew out of everyone, Surely you could get it."Joe begins.
"Of course I could do it, and don't call me Surly." Anton retorts before turning his attention back to Taren and Red. "Now, if you'll excuse me I have a crawler full of people and only twenty five bullets between them, and three dead pilots to replace." He says placing the earpiece back into his pocket and moving to the door.
"Treasure hunters life can get hard on ya eh?"Joe says.
This simply phrase stops Anton for a moment, before causing him to turn and again face everyone in the room. "You measure treasure buy shear its monetary value, not even grasping that the immaterial knowledge that has made you successful is in its own right treasure. Now any scavenger can pluck shiny bits of metal from the dirt but what we do, what we dedicate our lives to, is not mere salvage or scavenging. Its a search for something far more important than yours feeble mind, and soul could come to understand."
Suddenly coming to his senses pulls his hands from Joe's desk. Slowly during his rant he'd been getting slightly closer to Joe until now he was at his desk nails dug into the wood. He looks around as if realizing where he was.
"Huh, that's odd...I could have sworn I'd left already...." He says turning to leave yet again.
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Post by Nashk-Ojiisan on Feb 13, 2011 23:21:06 GMT -5
Time seemed to slow for Taren as Anton turned to leave. His merchant senses had begun tingling the moment Anton mentioned being low on armed supplies, and seemed the perfect opportunity to make up for his recent, and terrible losses. Instantly Taren the refined dissipated, only to be replaced by Taren the Entrepreneur.
"Excuse me Anton, I do believe I heard you saying you were low on weapon supplies yes? As luck would have it I have a few crates of fine arms complete with ammunition just sitting in my GEAR waiting to be claimed by a fine owner. I'm sure we could work out some deal of sorts no?"
Taren then turned to the rather rattled and confused young Red turning up his merchant charms.
"How about you Miss? Care to wield a weapon that would be sure to keep even the most foolhardy away?"
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Post by Lady Kuri on Feb 15, 2011 20:45:45 GMT -5
She rubbed the back of her neck, unsure. "Well, when I'm travelling I rarely leave my gear." She said with a shrug.
"I suppose it a weapon wouldn't be useful to me, I would hardly know how to use it." She said.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Feb 17, 2011 22:00:37 GMT -5
Anton stops and rubs his chin for a moment.
"Yes I could use some more weaponry, please if we're going to do business I'd rather have Samuel with me. Do you have a place here or shall we meet back at my crawler? Samuel should have lunch ready by now we could talk over some fried iguana and peppers." He opens his arms in a friendly gesture smiling. "Miss. Red, wont you join us, I'm sure our polite carpetbagging friend here would enjoy the company, and so would I...I think."
Just then his pocket beeps again, placing the earpiece to his ear again he seems to wait patiently while a voice on the other end speaks.
"Yes I'm still in town.....great.....I'll be there shortly......oh and one last thing, I'm bringing guests for lunch so prepare a little extra." He places the headset back in his pocket. "Now, where were we?"
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Post by Nashk-Ojiisan on Feb 20, 2011 22:02:47 GMT -5
"Ah yes lunch sounds like a good idea. We can talk more details over hot food." Taren laughs hardily while readjusting his collar.
Turning to Red, Taren smiles his broad merchant smile and pulls out two cards and hands them to Anten and Red. The cards had the words "General Wholesale Tactica" printed in large letters at the top.
"My dear woman the right weapon for the right person would be infinitely useful if you had the right salesman! A small hidden weapon can save you from all sorts of trouble. A large weapon can utterly obliterate the toughest shell, its all in the user my friend!"
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Post by Lady Kuri on Feb 27, 2011 23:57:22 GMT -5
"Well, if you insist... I do like free food." She mused, tucking her hands into her pocket along with Taren's business card. "Lead the way."
The turned to the salesman with a lopsided grin on her face. "You've got my interest but I'm not convinced. The only weapons I've ever been good with are either attached to my arms, or part of a giant metal beast. Anything else doesn't quite feel right... I mean Knight feels like an extension of myself, but a pistol... well that just feels... to... to... unwieldy, if you know what I mean." She shrugged, and looked up towards the ceiling. "If you can change my mind, I'll buy what you're selling." She said, tproposing a friendly challenge.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Mar 1, 2011 20:16:38 GMT -5
"Right, now taht we've all made nice, onward to my giant hulking death machine shall we?" He says ushering them out the door.
"The smell of that fat man behind the desk is giving me a headache." He whispers to them as they leave.
Back at the docks the gates where open, and outside the gates could be seen a massive shadowy figure blocking nearly all light from entering the gates. Anton points to one of the trucks which was pulling in from the massive thing outside and signals for it to come closer. Hopping onto the bed of the truck it shuttles three out into the sands. Now in full view was the structure, a mobile fortress of unfathomable size and construction. Six gigantic tank tracks, twice as tall as any GEAR, and easily four times as long, allowed the things to move. The main body of the thing had the overall shape of a slug with a massive cannon-like weapons extending from its back. Its hull was brown and worn with age and the scars of extreme combat. Turret positions along the sides of the massive metal monster watched the truck as it approached.
Driving around to the back of the thing, a thick heavy cargo door lowers itself acting as a ramp allowing the truck access to its inner workings. Racks of empty spaces for gears lined the walls of this city sized machine. Workers scrambled around doing various odd jobs and tending to the only three GEARS there. The first two seemed to have standard issue weaponry and armor with a Sabre class frame, the third was jet black with a jagged Geist frame. One of its hands was equipped with long claws, and the other seemed larger than a normal gears hand should be. To add to its frightening appearance it was even chained to the rack, like the machine might spring to life at any moment.
The truck lets them off in front of a elevator as more trucks full of supplies begin to pull in.
"Going up." Anton says as the elevator doors open and he steps in, as the elevator doors close he chuckles a little.
"I've always wondered what it would be like to fall out of this thing......maybe today....no....that's a special occasion, I should invite Samuel." He says smiling slightly to himself.
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Post by Nashk-Ojiisan on Apr 20, 2011 13:31:43 GMT -5
Taren stared with wide-eyed enthusiasm as they passed by the giant construct. Its massive frame while scarred and worn was quite sturdy and well built. You just didn't see engineering like that anymore, and its quality shone through its existence despite the all the damage it has seen.
As the truck dropped them off, the party entered the elevator and Taren could feel the elevator groan as it lifted from the ground and begun raising to the upper levels.
"Quite the impressive vehicle you have here Anton. The structure itself is impressive, and while i'm no engineer I can tell this thing is well built. I bet it could stand up to whatever might be foolish enough to attack it. How the hell do you keep this thing supplied anyways?" Taren mused to himself.
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