Tarak sent his message out and slowly watched the Armory Shuttle. He waited, watched as if ready to kick into gear once the fighting began. Tarak stood tall, as he had his rifle now at his back and his arms crossed, watching for any movement, as he tuned out the bustling and commotions of the people being evacuated to a safe place. His eyes never left the shuttle, as even when Tarak noticed the terrorists leave the shuttle, he never wavered, as he spoke out before some go too riled up,
"They aren't trying to board". As many people started to head to exits across the floors, manhole covers, hatches, or even shops that are left unattended. As he waited, waiting for the large rock to leave, as when Tarak noticed even the big shiny bastard even came out he, looked on to where he was going…a battle crawler? Tarak looked on to wonder why a battle crawler was out here as he noticed the Kaisoken enter as another Kaisoken hand reached out to help him in. Tarak had a good feeling the talks went on well. As Tarak silently sighed as he announced,
"Alright, problem solved".
Tarak really didn't want to fight, he just got his gear back, and he didn't need to get the damn thing repaired right when he got it back. He looked at his companions and noticed on some of them relief, others seem to be neutral to the matter, and a few seemed to be upset with the result. May it be because they wanted to scratch their fighting itch, or may it be because they thought the outcome was too easy, in all honesty, it was. To Tarak, this felt way too simple, it felt as if something was wrong, or is this really what the Ascendancy had to fear? A bunch of no-name terrorists lead by a deranged talking rock with enough sentience to make complete sentences yet not enough to think for itself? Or was that how good of a talker this Abaddon is? Tarak didn't know, yet all he knew was that it felt weird, yet like a good weird, one that makes your life too easy, one that just helps you along.
Tarak started talking to each of the Shop keeps as they offered them their thanks and their reward. Tarak noticed an absolute load of food here, he was okay with this, it would be a good way to show that they are useful, after all, they brought supplies with them. Yet the real treasure came from the Armory. They were given 15% off of everything in the shop, Tarak knew this was a great discount, after all, 15% of 1 million dollars worth of ammo would leave a dent, yet with that 15% it takes a load off the expenses to upkeep himself. Especially with people buying some high ticket items, and talking about getting Tarak a rocket launcher?
"Hmm, I might get it, I'll do some looking around first".
Tarak walked the shuttle, amused by the wide selection held here, yet nothing compared to some of the shadier places he was shown before, hell a place like this is a wet dream for many mercenaries, yet for Tarak? This was the cleanest shop he's ever been to. Something like this would have been out of business in no time in other parts of the universe, hell, he'd be surprised if they could set up shop. But he is here, so he could at least buy what he thinks would be good.
Tarak started bouncing from rack to rack, stall to stall, as he inspected different weapons and items into consideration. As the first stall he went to was the explosives stall as he began thinking to himself as he weighed the pros and cons of carrying a rocket launcher
'A rocket launcher would be useful if we ever needed to take out a vehicle on foot, yet is encumber some and dangerous to carry as it can explode while on me, so I would need to make compartments on the suit to carry the rounds so I don't just explode when they get hit with a stray round, maybe instead going for an anti-material rifle instead'.
Tarak moved over to the high caliber stall and started inspecting the weapons, oh he so wished he could find a disruptor rifle, those babies can tear a starship in half with ease, but fuck those things cost more than a damn starship, but they tore any target apart by their very atoms. So Tarak wasn't bummed to not find one, anyone insane enough to have one would normally meet the ire of any and every government from how truly cruel those damn things are. Tarak inspected the stall and found a beauty hidden amongst the rough, an
XR-Ulysses anti-material rifle. Tarak whistled as he picked up the weapon and said,
"Aren't you beautiful" as he began inspecting the rifle he stood it up, as it was as the damn thing was taller than him, even in his power armor, as he took up the 30mm rifle round, he was more than elated, this weapon would fit perfectly with his already existing weapon as the under-barrel launcher could fire a 30mm, so he isn't carrying too many extra rounds. He then inspected the scope, a high-tech piece of technology, able to interface with an Omni tool and a HUD with ease, making for a sniper's best friend. Tarak was happy, this would be a good buy for him.
Tarak took the weapon to the counter to purchase the weapon, "…50,000,000…". All that could escape Tarak's mouth was,
"Fuck".
After some haggling and some…name-calling, Tarak was able to bring the price down to 25,000,000. And Tarak even left with enough ammo to keep himself topped up for a long time. He just knows that this is gonna be a fun time with Ashton on why he just spent a 4th of the damn money they just got. But Tarak doesn't care all too much, he just likes the gun too damn much.
Finally, after their 'little' shopping trip, the group finds themselves at their new captain's ship. An innocuous ship, as it looks like a simple freighter, yet Tarak could tell from looking a bit more at it, he can see that this ship has a few aftermarket parts on it, specifically, the thrusters seem especially powerful, as those same thrusters are ones he seen on corvettes during the war.
So these aren't just small-time. There are probably some higher-ups in the ascendancy planning a coup d'etat.
They were taken to what looked like a meeting room, as they were introduced to their new crewmates and captain, Natasha Zhang, a woman Tarak heard about a little, a Frontier-Born she rose through the ranks fast as she pushed and worked her ass off from literal dirt to become a captain of her own ship. Truly remarkable, yet was used as bait as, just like the children, they were discarded and used as scapegoats. Tarak listened to Natasha as she introduced one of their other crewmates, Abaddon, Tarak chuckled slightly at calling him a limbed Kaisoken. A terrible name for Abaddon, yet a simple description. As immediately after Tarak heard of Abaddon's strange goal, one that makes him seem dangerous, yet has an air of superiority he shows off, and he feels cunning. Tarak had a read on MO and thought if they were to be crewmates, he should at least make sure to be friendly.
Tarak stepped forward and extended his hand out for a handshake and gave a smile to both Natasha and Abaddon,
"Hey'a My name is Tarak, it is great to meet you both. I seem to have been nominated as the de facto leader of this small little group". Tarak noticed as he stood in his armor, he is at eye level with Abaddon, well, what would be eye level. As it felt like he was looking at his eyes, yet he says nothing, it felt slightly uneasy yet Tarak never let it even surface beyond a small thought, as this was a normal habit of Tarak's: be calm, if you know it, they will too.
All Tarak did was keep his big smile, one that was too good looking for the years of pain that it was put through. His smile was too perfect for what should have been a hard life, yet it seemed that God deemed it necessary to keep his smile beautiful.
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