Akira eyed his opponent carefully; he no doubt possessed quite the bloodlust. Also he looked freaky as hell and that was never good.

"MY NAME IS AKIRA TOKUGAWA." he shouted, pointing his stick forward.
"And I, am a hero of JUSTICE. THE OPPOSITE OF BAD."

"Ooooh... Akira Tokugawa!" Calos' eyes shined with joy as he licked his lips. He swayed his hips and torso side to side in a quick fluid motion. He slammed his tail on the ground, "Oh... but you only have..." He held his fleshy hand to his mouth as he giggled, "THAT large of a stick? Oh dear, that won't do. No it won't, you need something bigger. Though, I will be satisfied if you are a master of motion. Oh please show me that you are!" He lowed his center of gravity, as he tilted his head glancing at Akira, as he slowly beckoned him with his claw, as he raised his tail up as he aimed his barb from the left side.

Mika ends up watching the exchange without interrupting Serenity. She didn't exactly know all that much about back alley weapons deals, so she'd better let the seemingly more experienced Serenity take the lead. She does speak up once the immediate situation seems resolved, though: "... Okay then. I guess it can't hurt to take a look, right?" No, wait. It definitely could hurt, if something went wrong. But oh well. Might as well give it a try anyway, Mika wasn't going to get herself much of anywhere by avoiding potentially dangerous situations at this point.

Red ended up in the back-alley between the two larger weapon stores, both of which had their approval licenses, which was given by Racketeer Roxie and as such had her signature showing that both weapon stores operated properly. The document was plastered on one of the front windows.

The store on the right side of the alley was "Claws of the Golden Tiger." This store had the noticeable entrance way of entering through a giant tiger's mouth, and two dangling golden claws above the two lower most front windows. The store was bright and shining with several neon lights. Outside there was a booth as a female human disc jockey, wearing a neon green shirt which revealed her midriff was playing synthetics. As she was playing the music she adjusted her ear concealing headphones, before fist pumping her left hand. The small crowd around her was dancing to the beat, and kept a fair bit away by the two Wirg guardsmen.

The store on the left side of the alley was simply called "Gorx's." It was a much duller looking building, which had several weapons on display through the windows. Outside it had a holographic model of Xerx, a somewhat known Gordrian Action Star in the tele-feed show, "Yurpfre.", a show set during the Gordian Revolution. The Gordians were small and stocky people covered in a thick mossy substance, which allowed for them to blend in in their native habitat. The Holographic Model was flexing his muscles as he was shooting a holographic version of a minigun which, was a model carried by Gorx's. Outside the store there were two men were playing four dimensional chess. One was an human man who had a grey afro, and a beard which touched the ground. The other was a Slurg, a corpoluent creature with webbed hands, feet and a large tail used for thrashing in the water. The Slurg was wearing a breathing clear device, which was pumping water into the gills on the side of his jowls. He eyed the board cautiously.

Red glanced back towards Serenity and Mika as he opened a small panel on an industrial grade dumpster that was attached to neither of the two buildings. A chute, which was large enough for a medium sized individual to crouch down through was opened. "Yes good, don't dawdle, go down the slide." He gestured at a rusting grey structure which was curving downwards.

"Well, I'll probably be able to handle a little bit of trouble..." Being even a Lesser Celestial had its benefits. Serenity smiled softly as she saw the shops up ahead. They looked like reasonably successful shops... well, one more than the other. So, this was the back alley culture of Lucky Shots? Well, it was certainly friendlier than she anticipated. A DJ, too? An interesting choice, for a weapon shop. They'd certainly attract customers with a certain taste or flare, she wonders if their weapon choice reflects that? Ooh... she could probably design a sonic weapon...

Ah, but no time to think about that no, there's a... suspicious-looking chute to slide down.

Yeah right. She gave Red a rather bland glare, almost as though he should know better than to ask a lady to go down a rusty chute, especially dressed as she is. She sighed and jumped in, using her power to act as a buffer between her and the sides of the chute. If there was a surprise at the end of this, she'd just have to handle it.

There was a quick voltage applied to Shah-Nahul. At the current moment he would find himself shackled onto a large hard plastic synthetic operating table. He would know this place, fairly well, as this is where he gets examined after fights, to get shots, and occasionally involuntary drug tests. A medical droid, which was dressed in a large white smock, stepped towards the table. "Slave Patient Designated Shah-Nahul, it is your check up." The Robot's face, which was designed to look like a face mask, opened up as a smaller appendage with an incredibly sharp syringe quickly protruded out. "Blood sample will be taken, then back to the Slave Pit."

"Secret samurai technique: PROJECTILE SPAM." Akira shouted.

The cybernetic superhero leaped back, and simultaneously spun the stick around his head, and sent the object hurling towards Calos in a whirling motion.
"I won't fall for that sort of simple trap!"

"Trap, I -assure- you I am not using any trap." Calos said smiling. Akira tossed the stick, as it struck his chest quite hard, as Calos was pushed back by the force. Calos glanced down at the stick, then back at Akira, as he picked it up, with his fleshy hand. He wagged it at Akira, "A bup bup bup, you shouldn't throw your gifts at others. Basic manners... No, you seem more like a bad boy than one of justice." He licked his lips as he tossed the stick in his clawed hand as he snapped it.

"Would you like another weapon, I'm suuuuure I could convince someone to bring you a weapon, if it what you want. But, to be frank, I prefer only dealing with people who use their natural weapons." He said, keeping a cheerful smile on his face.

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And so Serenity's barrier worked as she slid down the chute. It seemed like it was a good choice because, well it looks like the chute below was grimy and rusty. The slide down was in a curved pattern, going down and around, starting from the right. She continued sliding down for quite sometime, before approaching a small pool filled with clear fresh-water, which the slide headed down to go into. The surrounding area, had a few tropical umbrellas, and a few tikis. Oh, and more importantly, that was only a small section. Right beside that, on both sides, were vast stashes of weapons of all shapes and sizes, stacked on top of each other.

Helix stepped back onto the ship. The initially hallway interior was clean and sleek, with few special features. The Gremlin-bots scurried away as the toy ship flew towards the front of the ship. Helix began heading towards the back. "How long do you want this visit? I'd show you a little around the ship if you want." He said to Wildmax.

Red quickly followed down the chute alongside Serenity. "Now then, business can be discussed. There are weapons plenty, do not ask about why the pool is there." He said as he slid down the chute, and fell into the water with a large splash.

Wildmax shrugged as he stepped inside the ship. "No particular preference. I'd like to know what the ship can do but we're clearly not using it for this job, and when the job's done I'm not just going to take your ship. Too big for a one man crew, you know? Feel free to give me a little tour treatment if you'd like, but I'd take whatever you want to keep before stepping out again, because you might not be coming back".

Helix glanced at Wildmax, he tried to hide the anger in his eyes but he really couldn't. "Well, speaking of that job, help can be offered, beyond just me, I can probably convince the rest of the crew to come along and help out. Whaddya say?"

Calos glanced at Akira, as he licked his lips. "STOP BEING SUCH A TEASE!" He rushed towards Akira, as he used his barbed tail in a to strike Akira him in stabbing motion. "Why do you have to be such a tease!" Calos shouted, as his left eye twitched a bit as he continued stabbing with his tail.

"Hey, don't look so angry, it's how this life goes. I might die too, you know? At least I didn't turn you over to the people here. If we find a good rehabilitation clinic on the way I'll make sure to get you a nice stay, lots of really nice places out there, like expensive hotels they are". Wildmax scratched his chin when Helix offered asking the rest of his crew for help. "Better not. They might resent me being a bounty hunter and I'd hate to have to kill everyone in here after I promised I'd deliver you to a nice place to straighten you up. Trust me, you'll like it in there, spent about a year in one myself. Best misunderstanding ever".

Helix grimaced a bit as he shivered, "OH yeah, I can't thank you enough for that. ... I could only imagine the horrors they'd do to me, if you handed me over there. And who they'd use to implement those horrors." Helix paused as he scratched at the underside of his chin. It seemed as if the gesture was contagious. "Say, If you don't mind me asking, what did you do to get sent there?"

Wildmax shrugged, as if talking about one's prison sentences wasn't a big deal. It really wasn't, depending on the crowd. "I happened to be a robot who killed a few people. I was doing a job in Ocurt, around the Roos Nebula, and it turns out there'd been a string of murders with a robot as the main suspect. Obviously, I took the fall for that one. Since everyone who'd died, the people I had to shoot included, had a criminal record of some sort, it was judged to be an act of vigilantism and I was sent to a rehabilitation clinic which'd popped up around then. Not gonna lie, it's like a prison in that you lose your freedom to walk around, but it's a very nice and relaxing prison. They treat you well, try to set you up as a productive member of society, there's definitely worse alternatives. I was released when it was proven that I was a bounty hunter acting upon a contract, took a while what with the different organizations and jurisdictions and cross-checking laws and deciding whether I'd acted upon my duties".

"Ocurt huh? It's a fine place for business, though in the Roos Nebula, I'd personally prefer doing jobs in Yerit, pristine beauty in the wildlife there, and pretty good med equipment if things go awry. Which, well without Ripper, I imagine things could go much smoother, as long as ludicrous firepower isn't needed." Helix nodded, "But yeah, at least you weren't on one of those planets that is buried in legal paperwork. I mean literally buried in paperwork. Actually did a job on a planet that had a Civil War based upon what to do with the excess paper-work and criminal trials that over-flooded the system." Helix paused as he glanced at Wildmax, "Anyway, I've got a few things to fetch." After that, he skittered off towards the back of the ship.

Wildmax stood where he was, looking around the ship though not really stopping to examine anything, and nodded as Helix scurried off. Still, just out of habit and because even someone like him could never quite feel at ease as a bounty hunter, his hands were ready and waiting at his thighs. Seemingly relaxed, but prepared to draw and shoot with the lightning fast speed and precision he'd become somewhat (sort of, kind of) known for in his short career. If nothing happened, well, that'd be better for everyone involved.

Well, over all, Wildmax would have nothing really to do, as he waited. I mean, possibly staring at the lights and listen to the low hum of them. But, nothing on the ship seemed to go after Wildmax, or anything. Even those Gremlin bots quickly went away, and didn't pester Wildmax any further. After a few minutes, Helix came back. wearing a power glove, with a variety of cables sticking out from the knuckles. He was also in a sleek, grey exo-skeleton that was covered in various outlets, and a variety of input devices attached to it. Attached on the side of the exoskeleton were two hilts, that were not activated. "Alright then. I'm ready to head out, if you are."

"Oh shi-" Akira said, diving to the side. He realized that fighting this guy was like trying to grab a snake. To disable the tail, he'd probably just have to grab it. Probably. He outstretched his fingers, and made a diving grab towards the end of Calos' tail.

"CROCODILE HUNTER, DON'T FAIL ME NOW!" he shouted.