Vurros was at the marketplace of the station. He was talking to a buyer with a group of thugs. Vurros stood in his suit that allowed him a slight height advantage over the group. "Listen, I don't care what kind of people you have. You aren't getting my Walker. You have idea what kind paper work it takes to make legal custom equipment and to be able to deploy it. Not to mention it's expensive as hell." The buyer and the group of thugs flashed their weapons. Vurros used his suit to pick the buyer up by the throat. "You thinking you can threaten boy. I've never shoved this suits arm into another creatures ass but I won't fucking hesitate if you an ya two bit thugs get the hell out-a my face." Vurros threw the man down and his talk was successful as the buyer and the thugs ran off. "Inadequate excuses for 'advanced species' if you ask me." Vurros said as he walked off. As Vurros turned the corner, he ended up smacking into Prog. His metal suit would have caused Prog to fall back. Vurros looked down at him. "Whoa there. You alright?" Vurros said as he extended his hand out to help Prog up.