On Planet Aether (IC)

[Major Ursa]

Taking hold of his hand, she was able to exit the hover car a little easier, soon approaching the wooden hatch. Ah, yes, this place. She had come here before on duty, due to noise complaints. Lifting the hatch, there were just concrete steps leading into the darkness. Without waiting for Gamma, she descended the stairs and walked forward till a dim light at the end of the darkness was visible, then she paused to wait for Gamma…well, only for a second, then she continued again. The light at the end of the hall was a hanging lamp with an old fashioned light bulb, it hung low just before a dented metal door. Trying it…it was unlocked. Swinging the door open, inside was what could only be describe as…the entrace to a primitive Earth01 ‘nightclub scene’, minus the usual people, since it was daytime. Modesta waved over to a staff member, and was directed to one of the empty booths.

[Freeshooter92]

"Wha... how? Why?" that was all Gamma could sputter out as he took in the scene. "I was expecting... a hermit of some sorts, or a recluse, or anything but this." He had managed to say. "Sir! Put that down!" He looked up and several staff members were pointing rifles of various sizes at him. He was confused, until he looked to his hand and found his lance. Apparently, he had expected an ambush or something, and subconsciously drew his weapon. "Ah, my apologies." Gamma said as he retracted his weapon. "I mean no harm." He said as he raised his hands above his head. The employees seemed to calm down and lower their weapons, but they didn't stow them. He used one of his special vision-modes, and was a bit disappointed that no-one had any offensive augments.

[Major Ursa]

Moe waited for Gamma and the other staff members to calm down before waving a well dressed waitress over from her seat, “Hey, miss? Can I get your fifth, seventh, and ninth menus? Thank you.” The waitress walked off, and waved her hand at Gamma, indicating that he should come over and join her, “Don’t worry, the staff are nice and friendly here, it’s a pretty decent place!” The waitress walked over with the two folded up menus, one with a red cover, the other with a blue cover, and the last one with faux wood cover, all with trendy company logos on the back. Opening the blue cover menu, inside were different diagrams of helmets for women, with glamour shots and specs on the next page. After a moment of flipping through the pages, Moe flagged down the waitress again, “Hi, I was just wondering if you have still Number 009861?”

“Oooo…sorry! Helmets falling under the numbers 009800-009900 have been removed off the menu. We may still have some 009861s in our inventory, but might I recommend the 009999 instead? Its virtually the same as your preferred model, except for the lighter and more durable material, and they’re within the same price range.”

Modesta clapped her hands excitedly, “Awe, that sounds great! I’d like the helmet in jet black, with my usual security logo on the back. And…” Reaching over to the red folder, and flipping through many pages, she pointed out another item, “Can I also get the half a cloned chicken off your special menu? Thank you!” The waitress walked off with her orders, and Modesta looked back at Gamma, holding out the faux wood cover menu, “They have ammunition in the ninth menu.”

[Freeshooter92]

"Right..." He browsed for a while, but he was disappointed to find that there was not a single instance of the special ammunition the cobra used. after another five minutes, he waved a waiter over. "Excuse me sir, but would you happen to have ammunition for the TR-052 Cobra?" The waiter's jaw dropped, and he dropped the plates he was holding, before proclaiming "O-one moment sir!" And running off to the back room. Every one of the employees was staring at him. "Uh... what is going on?" Gamma asked Modesta.

[Major Ursa]

Seeing the plate of chicken fall to the floor, Modesta averted her gaze as she heard the crash, a single tear falling from her eye, “If they don’t have what you’re looking for on the menu, the owner of the establishment will either come out personally, or give you the menu with recommended sellers or specialists.” Wiping the tear from her eye, she forced an easy going smile onto her face, “Why are you so surprised? Aren’t you the one who mentioned that the weapon is quite rare?”

[Freeshooter92]

One could almost hear the sound of gears grinding in Gamma's head, until his eyes lit up a little brighter, almost like a light bulb. "Oh! Right! I imagine the weapon could be sold for approximately 20,000,000,000 credits... Oh..." Gamma had pieced things together. "These individuals would not attempt to kill me for my ridiculously valuable gun? Right?" Gamma asked nervously. While one couldn't pick up exactly what was said, shouting could be heard from the backroom.

[Major Ursa]

Moe slapped upside the back of Gamma’s head, “For your sake, you better hope not! This is the best damned place for roasted cloned chickens, I don’t want to have to shut this place down.” Thinking for a moment, she relaxed, but only a little, “Maybe a staff member will come after us, but I don’t think the owner will, he already makes enough money from custom manufacturing weapons, armour, ammunition and clothing…not to mention his big investment in cloned chickens!”

[Freeshooter92]

"Right..." He noticed a rather slim man walk out. he would have thought nothing of it if not for the fact that he seemed to be wearing much nicer clothing than the employees. He dropped a single toaster sized case of ammunition. "That is all we have, I'm afraid. And don't worry, I told him if he tried to steal your new toy, he'd need that 20,000,000,000 credits to pay his medical bills." The man said with a bow. "Thanks... but why? Why not steal it yourself?" Gamma asked. "I already got one." "Ah." Gamma could kinda see the logic here. "The name is Sanders, by the way." He extended his hand. "Gamma." The android said as he accepted the handshake. "Oh, and you too, Modesta. I see you found yourself a boyfriend. Can't say I've seen any augment like this guy's..." Sander's said as he examined Gamma's core/lines. "Oh! And Dave will have your helmet soon."

[Major Ursa]

“Ahhh, you~! If this was any other colony, I’d be busting your ass in a dilapidated building for illegal arms dealing. Anyways, I’m not that easy a girl to land, the guy ain’t my boyfriend! You can charge my usual account, by the way.” Probably drain half her savings…unless… “Actually…you can charge this company card.” She gave him a sweet smile, and handed him a golden card. After a moment, and getting a new plate of chicken brought to her table, she looked over at Gamma while gnawing on a chicken leg, “Is the ammunition the right stuff?”

[Freeshooter92]

"Only one way to find out..." Gamma said as he took one round out. He looked over the black canister before setting it on the floor. He grabbed a spoon and kneeled down to the round, where he proceeded to tap it with the spoon. A crack appeared and dripped a bit of glowing green liquid on the ground, which just ate right through the floor. Leaving a small, yet extremely deep hole. "Affirmative."