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Bio-implants, augmetics, servitor production equipment/implants (for the shop keep), mechadendeite parts, that kind of thing.
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Sirus brings the kit to Josiah. "Here."
Sirus glances at Shakes, but says, Somebody's likely to look in on this little rukus soon. Everyone knows the sound of gunfire, after all. We need to hold off the looters that come poking around if we are to gain anything from this little incident.
Sirus was just about to pull the trigger on his own lasgun when the shop owner suddenly ignites, just like the monster did...
Sirius ducks behind the nearest cover and brings his weapon online.
I'm still here. :)
Sirus takes the credits and stands back. He was curious what the two characters wanted, and besides, they had watched him deal. Turn about's fair trade.
75 to cover medical expenses incurred as a direct result of the job. Sirus counters.
If required, sirus helps count the ore. If not, he keeps both eyes on the merchant and counts the ore anyway. Gotta make sure it's right, after all.
Sirus glances at the pair and sizes them up out of habit.
An associate. You never said I had to do this alone, after all. Sirus plops the ore down onto the floor. Your shortage is being caused by some kind of mutant infestation as far as I can tell. We got attacked while we were down there as well. I recommend a heavily armed, and armored, sweep of your operational area.
For the first time Sirus actually grins.
It's a vile process. Sirus hates that he has to maintain his feeble flesh, but such is his life. For now.
Sirus nods, but looks unconvinced of the reason for the flames. Thankfully, he doesn't push the issue.
As Sirus makes his way back (possibly via a medical plaza), something works is way through the pain. Something off. He asks,
"I plan to turn it in for creds. Honestly, I'm flat broke and this is the only way to fix that situation. I'm actually looking for what has caused the regular shipments of this stuff to stop, but this should at least soften the blow if I fail."
Sirus limps along under his load of ore. His leg screams in pain. He put forth his utmost effort to ignore it.
Sirus grumbles to himself as he walks. The flesh was so weak. He really needs all of that extraneous crap replaced. He heads back toward the lift to get the ore somewhere secure.
Sirus makes no move to pursue. Let's get this material to a secure location. At least I won't go back empty handed. I wonder if that manner of mutant monstrosity is the reason for the slowdown in shipments.
The thing mauls Sirus's left leg.
Sirus fires again, but the shots go wide!
Sirus is completely thrown off by the appearance of the horrific creature.
"Afirmative."
Indeed. It's not every day you get something that effects 80+% of the market share.
I would have done the same, man.
Shakes? You there, buddy?
Sirus isn't exactly thrilled to have to mine the stuff himself, but it was better than nothing. Sirus pats his arm when the sound appears. It looks like a unconscious fidget. He's actually setting his hidden lasgun to overload.
I saw it going in that direction! he points, But it's probably gone now. Let's keep moving. Whatever it was, it was too fast for me. If it meant is harm it'll be back.
Not you, Him. Sirus points at the store owner.
Sirus's mind almost instantly pulls up a list of things that could be small and green. It's an extensive list.
Sirus supresses a cough as they arrive. I've got to get my respritory system upgraded. This flesh goes haywire at the slightest thing. he thinks.
Sirus nods. I was just told the same from this upstanding merchant here.
A single eyebrow lifts a fraction of an inch. "You are waiting for death?"
Sirus turns to the shaking man. Trouble. If you have any information concerning a reduction in the regular deliveries of Adamantium uphive or are willing to assist me in my investigation into the same, say so. If no, go away.
Sirus is a pretty unremarkable person in his fleshy bits. Average height, brown hair, and a bushy moustache are the only notable features. What made him stand out were his robes (slightly worn) and his Utility class mechadendrite. He regards tree shaking man with the neutral mask that is the hallmark of the Admech.
Sirus scans the pile and doesn't see anything right away. Maybe if he scrounged around he could find something, but he didn't feel like spending that kind of time here.
Increased disappearances was worrying. That almost always led to instability in the local markets, which meant reduced tech availability. He didn't have enough data to extrapolate what may be coming, but anything from an Imperial Tithe to a gang war was possible. Normally he would like to move to a more stable region, but he didn't have the resources this time. Point me in the right direction and I'll fix one item of your choice free of charge up to 15 cred.
Ouch. I'm sorry. Don't worry, I was just checking in.
Uhhh. Boss? Everything ok?
Sirus is momentarily jealous of the augmented eye. Sucn an upgrade would be his eventually, but nice things required credits. He sighs inwardly and approaches the vile little man. A quick glance at the thing he was working on was enough to dismiss it as scrap so he ignored the man's clumsy attempts to repair it.
Sirus stores the information away and does his best to avoid the sickly folk. It would not do for his biological components to become incapacitated.
Your posting load should go down once we meet up. Good job keeping up so far!
Sounds good. :)
Sirus keeps his hood up, his eyes open, and his mechadendrite obvious. 95.6% of the time his perceived association with the Ad-Mech kept him safe. This was not 95.6% of the time, so he didn't trust it now. He had the equivalent of a M36 lasgun strapped to his arm and hidden, but that would be of little use against more than a single assailant.
A Heretek and an unsanctioned Psyker. This should be fun. You may want to post in recruitment and remind them. Most people don't peek into the other tabs of the campaign until told to do so.
Sirus nods. Deadline?
He takes the details and heads back to his lair to make sure he had everything. He does. It's actually hard not to have everything. He's been here for what feels like ages and the only addition he's made is the decent sword at his hip. He sighs and sets off for the deepest levels of the Hive. Time to go see why the Twists are keeping their metal from the Man. |