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RP: ISC Phoenix [Interlude 4] - A Hard Day's Night

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Seiren thanked Zeta and put the .45 back. It'd probably be harder to find ammo for anyways, considering that pulse pistols run on energy and the .45 didn't. Holding onto the Cannon, he searched for a bit longer (finding an Ulti-Tool, which he would've cheered for but he didn't want to embarrass himself) until finally, he found a stock. Unfortunately, there was no foregrip that he could find that would fit the Cannon, but that was okay. The inventor could probably make his own. And so, Seiren brought the items to the main counter to purchase his items.


 
"Haride, haride everyone!" Lucco was throwing his arms in front of him as if to ward off zombies. "I gots all of yous tagen gare of heya. Firtz ju, biggeye. I gots dis one seezee, but it innit quite for to be nifty yet, see? Just gots the sucka an my brudda's backair workin wit the thing right now, yeah? Tryins ta clean dis blood oudda it, see? Donna know why is got all dis blood innit, so ju donna ax. I say gib me tree more minuss onnit an' bada-bing! I gotcha ride-ear."

Lucco turned to Enzo and tossed him his money cards. "Take dis favor from yous good friend bigeye ear, eh? Save ya moneys up for to get yous back onna yous feet."

Enzo nodded silently and slung the coat around to slip his hands into the sleeves, letting it drape over his shoulders with a cloud of dust. Lucco turned next to Zeta, "Ogay den lil lady, dis issit, rye? Lemme addit oll up ear, yeah? ...carry da nothin' an... Shoulds hitcha forsabat thideen-annet-an-dirty-tree DA for the whole shebang."

Enzo leant over and translated in low tones to Zeta, "He says it's gonna be 1333 DA for the whole shebang."

Lucco finally leveled his gaze with Jim, gesturing Frank to grab something while he talked. "Da resd of dat bike is out back in da yard if yous liked to scalp for the rifle dat was onnit. Issa bendoutear fors a while now, so I figure I let whateva yous scalp come wich yous fancy hood, no eggstra charge, Frank'll show you wheres itis."

As if on cue, Frank approached the counter with the freshly cleaned plasma revolver in his hand. The blue paint normally found on the barrel had been stripped off in the cleaning process, leaving a mirror sheen on the weapon. Lucco added it to the pile of Vincent's merchandise, next to the oak bat while Frank led Jim out to the scrap yard. Sitting not far from the back door, next to a hollowed out Onset shuttle was the gutted airbike, set up on bricks. The object in question was a rather large rifle with a strange trigger mechanism bolted into the the accelerator side handle, with the trigger right below the brake. Frank strained to speak again, "Anti-material rifle....Good...Strong. You need help?" He made a few grunting noises before finishing, "Need help getting it off?"

Back in the store, Lucco had rung up Vincent's new total. "Iss gonna hitcha forbat one tausand an dirty-fibe DA. Dassa prizey lil cannon, see?"

Seeing Seiren had approached the counter as well, he leaned over the counter to look down at the smaller man. "Dissis it for ju my lil fren? Ay-twenny for all deezear. Nonono, dis is too much. Aid-hunnet DA for all deezear, eh?"
 
"A'ite, a'ite, ya gotcha self a deal, Lucco!" Vincent said, still duplicating Lucco's accent. Apparently it had infected him. Handing over his bank card again, Vincent certified the added amount to the transaction, waiting until his next question was answered.

"Ya gotsa few cartridges ta go widda deelie, Lucco?" The merc smiled. "I can't go round beatin' mean folks 'aside da skull wiv a nice piece-a' equipment like 'dis, now, can I?"
 
Great. Zeta wass worried it will be much more. She can pay this up easy. But she has to come here with Enzo, because it would be pretty hard, without his translating. She also wondered what shebang is.

"Okay here you go, I add up fifty DA more. I forgot, about ammo for Easy. I will 200 hundred of Caseless 6.35mm NAM too then. Fifty DA shoudl be enough fo that, shouldn't be?" asked Zeta while she was paying up.

She then turned to Enzo. "Thank for the translation Enzo. I would pretty lost without it."
And she couldn't forget about Frank too. "Thank you again mister Frank."
 
Robert smirked as he came up to the counter behind Vincent to be nosey about what his large friend was buying. "You don't even need anything to hurt someone my friend." he quipped over Vincent's shoulder.
 
Uriel accepted begrudgingly. His plates were cleared a few minutes later, and he managed to tail the majority of the group to some out of the way shop. Once inside, he began to do some window shopping. The Patrician had no intent of purchasing as he quite enjoyed his current weapons and was more proficient with them than anything he'd find here...

That is unless they sold starships manufactured by the Elysians, which was not the case if their current stock was any sort of indication. As conversation about purchases began to work up, he began have trouble following a certain dialect being spoken between Lucco and... Enzo? No, Vincent. Vincent seemed to pick it up rather naturally, but Uriel felt that was easily attributed to it being Vincent's first language. For now he was content to try and learn it.
 
Sebastian and Anna were content with what they had, and waited outside with Uriel.
"Enzo, does your family come from a line of traders, merchants and swindlers?" He asked inoffensively whilst window shopping with Uriel, "It seems as though it shows, no offence meant."
"There's all a manner of bizarrenesses here," Anna observed as she watched everyone go about buying items, "Ranging from innocuous to truly intimidating."

"Wait," Sebastian tilted his head as he overheard some of the conversation in the shop. Specifically, the part about someone getting parts for the Mule, which may have belonged to Enzo, "Seems like we have a lead."
"Noted, I'll investigate it."

Meanwhile, inside, Luca, John, Mel and Hitori were wondering about in a fashion akin to children in a candy store. Except that the candy store was full of guns, bullets, knives, jackets and sports equipment, and the children were around their 20's or 30's, or even older.

"I think I'll buy myself these," Luca said as he lifted up a box of 100 .45 H-NAM bullets, White version. He also picked up a spare battery for his HHG, and a box of Mass-Driver Only tracking bullets. This would total to 25 DA, and he'd get paid 20 KS. An extra bit of money wasn't too much of a difference to him.

"Ammo, here," Mel mumbled to herself as she picked up a box of of 100 7.62 calibre bullets. The sort that fitted into her rifle with ease, and fitted into lots of other guns, too. She was very happy with the prospect of acquiring ammo and paid 30 KS for them, since she really needed ammo to function, "Gotta say, Enzo, this 'ere establishment is a well-off one. Hats off to yer pops 'n remind me to buy 'im a round if we meet again."

Hitori, meanwhile, was playing with a butterfly knife idly. It had mother-of-pearl inlays, a solid handle and a sharp blade. It would cost her 100 KS to buy, but she was willing to make the expense worth it. She also bought a handful of ammo for her .22 revolver. Costing a mere 5 KS.
She moved next to Panther, and got Lucco and Frank's attention, "I believe someone else wants to buy a knife, amongst other things too."

Overall, the shopping experience went quite smoothly, without distraction, and only a few other customers coming in and making deals or purchases here and there, ranging from ammo for a gun, to a few spare parts for a machine or shuttle.
 
"Wait a sec. . ." He muttered, leaving the counter for about two minutes before coming back with a box of 250 rounds and a holster (both for the Cannon). He then asked, "I'm guessing that the total is bumped up about 100 DA, right? So, the grand total is 900 DA, divided by two is 450 KS. Am I right, or am I off? Well, whatever. I'll just throw in another 25 KS."
With that, he paid the amount* to the rather hulking man and scurried away.

*See recent post in OOC
 
Lucco smiled as he made money with little-to-no-effort on his part in sales. With each customer, a few extra DA trickled into his accounts. Despite the bargains he was giving, there was so much business from the Phoenix crew alone that he probably wouldn't have to worry about the bills until next month. When things calmed down and he was shoring up his totals, he decided to be generous. After disappearing in the back for a moment, he emerged with a tray, filled with various boxes of ammo. He pushed the tray into Enzo's arms, forcing Enzo to struggle with the weight of it. Satisfied that it was being carried, he turned to the crew, "Dis ear, dissis my giff to ju peep-hole. Yous saveds my nafya from da brink ob 'is grabe. Ju broughg'd me goot business. Each of yous who bought 'em a gun today get's 100 rounds fors it complements of Bortelli Brothers' deyselves."

Enzo grunted and shifted the weight of the ammo before he translated, "Uncle Lucco says I gots to haul this thing all the way backs to the ship, on account it gots a hundred rounds of ammo for every gun you people bought today."

Lucco interrupted him, "Says it right, Vinny."

Enzo continued, "It's a gift, complements of Bortelli Brothers' Quality Used Merchandise. Which I'm suddenly wishing I hadn't brought you people here, now I gots to carry this crazy anvil, here. Either way I'm gonna go smoke, so I'll be waiting outside. Uncle Lucco?"

Lucco came in for a hug, pushing the ammo to the side for a minute. " Dere's a bogz ob forty-fibes innair for yous to, nefya. And I guess I'll seeya Vinny. Donju cause no mores trouble for to gets yous ship taken again, yeah?"

Enzo finished the hug and heaved the tray of ammo onto his shoulder, lugging it out the door and waving goodbye to Frank in unison. Frank nodded as he leant Jim's anti-material rifle against the counter. When the door closed behind Enzo, Lucco made his way to Panther and offered him a selection of knives. There were several switchblades and butterfly knives, being the typical armament of street urchins. What stuck out to the discerning eye, however, were a series of large fixed-bladed knives. Some were double edged, others were bowie-style. These were the knives of choice for the many miners which lived and worked on Nepleslia Prime for their ruggedness.

"Whatsit da bess aboud 'em," Lucco explained, "Is deys oll goin' four eighty-eight DA. Good prize if yous know watcha lookin for, yeah?"
 
When things got quiet enough, Uriel leaned toward Sebastian which to others would have liked vaguely similar to the leaning tower of Pisa looming over the nearby structures. In a quiet voice he inquired, "That's... Nepleslian right? Just some strange dialect?" He couldn't help but ask as there were several words he wasn't picking up, and was quickly becoming rather confusing to follow.
 
Luckily Zeta got a bag to carry all the stuff home. Without it could be a little problem. She stepped outside. She wanted to check around the building for any would-be assassin. Everything looked clear, so she walked over to Enzo and leaned on the wall.

"Your uncles have really great job. We should stop by whenever we will have time." she said. She started playing with her hair. She really needed some gel and get her proper hairdo again. She hates hair in the eyes. She then looked on Enzo again.

"Okay. I would like to talk to you and set any differences away. First thing, you need to take a shower. Second I am sorry I shrugged you off last night, I wanted to talk to Arin. But I think your response was inappropriate, and let me tell you that if you talk that way about any other from crew, I will rip your tongue out. That is what I have the metal hand for. Oh and lastly. Tell me something about those pirates if we are supposed to hunt them down." She asked Enzo and while she was doing so she took out one ESG magazine and started loading it up. When it was full she took little machine pistol and loaded it. Then she put under arm holster on and put gun in it. Now it was much better.
 
Enzo stamped out his cigarette and began putting the boxes of ammo into the bag. He nodded as he listened to Zeta's small rant. When she was finished, he set the bag on the ground and climbed a drain pipe to sit on the roof. From his perch on the roof Enzo said, "Lady, you gots me all wrong. I saw the look on your face whens I said 'broad' and I knows what your thinkin'. But wheres I comes from, a broad's a good woman; a strong woman. She isn't the kinds of lady a man fucks, she's his pal. I don't know what your background is, but you gots some culture I don't. If I meant to piss yous off, I'd have called yous a bitch. I likes ya. Yous pretty handy with youself. Not too mention you ain't bad lookin' either. Hell, the only other broad worth getting with on this whole set-up is that sniper lady. Boy, she's the best kinda woman there is."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "Either way; I gots no problems towards you, but I don't appreciates you threatinin' me or my tongue. I believe you'll do it too. But yous better kills me afterwords. Because I'll gets betters and I will kills you. All withouts saying a single word, course, but kills yous justs as deads."

Satisfied with his piece, Enzo lit another cigarette and leaned back, sprawling out on the roof of the shop. After a brief moment, he remembered one last thing:

"Oh yeah, and I promise to take a shower as soon as I get a chance. You gots to understand, I been all kindsa couped up in that escape pod for the last three days."
 
Oh yeah. Zeta still forgot. Not everybody upstanding citizen had a nice start in the first years of their life. Well, nice upstanding servant more-like, but let's not get too accurate with a words. Important is that Enzo had different school of life than Zeta.

She always forgot that people tended to be different. What is normal for someone, can be considered bad for someone else. But still, she was certain Enzo didn't meant it nicely when he called them broads. But she will let it slide. For now. He was drunk like a dog after all.

She looked at Enzo sitting on the roof and wondered through what all he got. Probably wasn't a really nice life. Well he must be pretty pissed off at that pirates now. Well Zeta has never saw a pirate, much less shoot one. Well it could be fun.

"Okay then, I will take you word for it." Zeta replied to Enzo. "And what about those pirates? I am not curious. Well, I am but more importantly I want to know what we are to stand against likely."
 
"Just a bunch of two-bit thugs waving the Red flag like they owns the damn thing," Enzo answered without moving from his restful position. "The only reason they gots me was because they had superior numbers and all that. It was two Geshie' Light Freights. They caughts me off guard, hit me with the interdictors. They boarded my ship. Must've been about thirteen ofs 'em. I dusted a few ofs 'em with my Type 29, that's the one that exploded last night. They gots me though. Man with a big eyeball tattooed on his head started punchin' me around. So I did what any smart smuggler does: Kicked him in the nads and made for my escape pod. They seemed satisfieds with that, just lefts me to die in space."

Enzo sat up for a moment and looked around. After regaining his orientation, he hopped from the roof and landed in an oddly graceful position, landing on both his hands and feet like a cat. The new duster flowed down neatly around him. He ignored looking cool and stood once again, approaching Zeta.

"I'm alive, though." He said, "And I gots most of getting back on my feet, too. Not to mention Cap'n Pavone tooks me in to get shot at with hims for money. You don't meet people like that wheres I work. Bad thing is, that's the same shit that's gonna get you all killed the way I see it."

He smiled at Zeta and patted the shoulder of her robotic arm. "But that's why I'm here, see? Nobody's gonna pull a fast one on Pavone while Vincienzo Bortelli's tryin' to stay alive... Even if my own uncle is currently trying to sell weapons to the last person to try and kill him."
 
Panther during this time found a handgun he was interested, but was interrupted by Enzo showing the knife section. He easily picked out a few smaller knives that he assumed would make excellent throwing, and then two larger ones for himself. He then picked up the Zen Armaments Covert Ops Pistol and took it to the desk since he's hands were getting full. A total of 10 knives, a gun, and accompanying ammo.

"With ammo, what will it cost me," the somewhat disguised Panther asked the shop keeper. While he couldn't possibly understand the man, he hoped that he could just pick up the number at least.
 
Lucco appraised the merchandise before him quickly and quietly for a breif moment. After he was done, he shrugged and said, "It shoulds be oll good for 800 DA, plus 64 for a bogz of 100 rounds for dat 'air pistol. Dassa make ju 864 DA inna hole. If ju wanna da fancy ammo, it'll coshtya an eggztra 32 DA, yeah?"
 
Hmm that is a lot of pirates. But how much training they have? Could they be ex-military or just a band of thugs?
"Yeah, captain Pavone looks like a really nice guy. But he seems a little to careless to me. You know he just took both of us in, like without a question and now that kitty. I mean he took three strays in like that in one month. The is crazy, or maybe he is just good at reading people." said Zeta.

"It is good you are alive. Being dead is not," she then said with a quiet voice. "Would you mind if I a took a smoke? I don't have a cigarette too often, but I am in the mood for one now."
 
Enzo was taken aback a first. But soon, his normal smile crept back ovar his face.

"Sure thing," he said enthusiastically, "Didn't thinks a little lady likes you would smoke these deathdealers."

Enzo reached into his new duster and slid out his pack; removing two cigarettes. He handed one to Zeta and stuck the other in his mouth. With a quick motion, he struck his lighter and held the open flame up to his mouth, inhaling deeply the sweet, filthy evervescence. After his own cigarette was lit, Enzo shifted the lighter slowly towards Zeta's mouth so as not to blow out the flame.
 
Zeta took a cigarette from Enzo. "Thanks," she said. She then put it in her mouth and looked at Enzo lighting his cig. "Little lady? I am probably taller then you." She smiled a little while saying that. She then lighted her cig.

She inhaled into her lungs afterwards. It was few years since she smoked so she coughed a little at first. But she got accustomed by third draw. "What do you smoke? These cigs are evil. I can almost feel them eating my lungs, but thank you."
 
Panther took out his DA Card and payed for the stuff after refusing to buy the special ammo. He had other places he needed to shop for this long journey with his new employer. "I thank you," he said after having his stuff bagged and walked up to Luca.

"I need to order more things, what address should I deliver it too?" the Kohanian asked as he had plans to buy a few more gadgets, grenades, and possibly some fish he had been eying for a good week.
 
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