Kokuten kept a swift pace, trying to quickly put distance between him and the bar. He began to slow down as he got to the docks. He breathed deeply, busting out in laughter in mid-breath. The Medic was drunk, due to his not-as-high-as-other-people's toleration for alcohol. The very fact that the he had ran out of the bar due to a bar-fight was hilarious. Normally, in his rather sober state, he would look down on it. Though, it was exetremely funny right now. He noticed the Captain ahead of him, leaning on a beam.
"Hey, mon'capi'tan." he chuckled through his teeth. He somewhat made a salute.
"Ya look, kinda, yannow, messed up. Cause yannow, I'm a medic, and I know these things..." He grinned as his Red LEDs changed back to the normal Green. He pointed at his white armband as confirmation of his occupation.
Jet walked back to the ship with the rest of the crew, carryiing the lockbox on his shoulder until they managed to get back aboard it. "Looks like I gotta pick this lock and get my comrades back." he said to himself as he suddenly coughs and blinks, a splatter of blood on his hand. "Ngh....damn..." he said and put it down suddenly. Once he got to the lounge of the ship he sat down, holding his side for a moment as he tried to get the lock off the box, succeeding after a couple tries. "good" he muttered and hauled it back to his quarters and putting it down at the foot of the bunk and went to go find the medic.
Gran nodded to Benji in thanks for his help with Fian. Gran didn't even notice Istivan and stumbled slightly as Benji moved to help the other.
Istvan was being carried by Benji. He noticed the gentle kiss, but was too stoned to care at the moment. "Mmmm potato pancakes...." He murmured, half asleep
"See you on the ship, maybe around the station too." Gran pulled Fian's arms over his shoulders and backpack carried his back to the ship, setting him on one of the med bay tables, in case he needed to be tended to.
Benji had to grin at Istvan's dunked mumblings as he carried him back into the Alliance, putting him up in his bunk and pulling a blanket over him. "See you later" He turned and stalked out, time to go shopping!
Fian was already passed out when Gran laid him down. In his alcohol induced sleep, Gran could hear the Vel Steyr mumbling something along the lines of "Kaythaxbai."
Jet walked off the ship, a hand on his abs, wincing some. The shock of the hit from earlier settling in, the adrenaline rush of combat had suppressed it but now that shit hurt. Suspecting he had a broken rib and probably internal damage he went back to find either the ship's medic or another doctor. His red coat left behind, wearing the green jacket of the uniform instead but maintained the black pants and boots. His white hair dishelved and a bit of blood seeping from his lip.
Adrian strolled down the sidewalk, his headphones once again in his ears. He wasn't quite sure where he was, and his chest hurt a lot, but at least nobody needed anything from him, so it must be pretty good, right?
The station had died down a bit since station security had run by the storefronts to quell a bar fight. Stores were still open, but considerably fewer people occupied the hallways and walkways of the station.
Istvan stirred in the bunk, his hand reaching out and digging around.... It comes back with a small picture of his family, one of his few personal positions. "Aww feck..." he murmurs "I should be sleeping...." He stands up, stagers over to the sickbay, and picks up a quick hangover cure, then leaves the ship somewhat more alert
"damn it..." Jet cursed under his breath and sighed, continuing to look for either their normal med or again an open doctor. "Just when you need one they're never around, great."
Gran had stopped by his bunk, changing out his clothes for something a little more presentable. He pulled out his data pad and muddled around a bit, looking at what he had left to repair on his armor. He looked up. "Ally, you around?"
"Yes." Ally replied, manifesting herself as a hologram in front of Gran with perfectly maintained hair and nails as always. "Is there something you needed?"
Jet would eventually come to the entrance to what was labeled as the medical ward. The entire place smelled faintly of disinfectants and was staffed by numerous white robed people moving in and out of a combination office/waiting area that was just inside the entrance. A few people were sitting in blue padded chairs near a wooden rack filled with some of the more recent periodicals put out by the presses of Nepleslia. "Do you need assistance?" A young man asked as he walked up to Jet, adjusting the frameless glasses on his head to get a better look at the apparent injuries.
Gran smiled at Ally, he was fascinated by the mere existence of such an advanced AI. "Yes, I have some repairs to do on my armor, and I haven't ever been on this station. Can you help me find a place to get some replacement parts and maybe some raw metal?" Gran hit a keyed a few more buttons, opening the file to Ally; it was a list of hydraulics, servos and plates that needed to be replaced. He wasn't sure if he should turn the pad itself to face her, since she could read the file straight from his pad.
Perking up, the white haired, copper skin toned young sub-lieutenant looked at the entrance to the medical ward and smirked. "Finally at least a place that smells sterile...” he muttered to himself as he stepped inside and looked around for a moment and blinked when young man approached.”Well yeah...I got in a bit of a fight earlier and I think my ribs' broken and I might have some internal injuries, been coughing up blood for the last few minutes." he said. The only real sign of trouble was the arm over the chest and somewhat uneven rise and fall of the chest as well as the blood.
"The station has a military quartermaster to requisition supplies from. You can order all of the necessary parts from his office." Ally forwarded a map of the station with a highlighted section on it and continued, "There are also a few specialty shops where you can go to get these kinds of materials on the station." She updated his map with those locations as she spoke. "Though, the largest one here is the Armor Depot."
"Alright, I think I can fix that up right now." The doctor said, producing a small hand held scanner and waving it over Jet's body before examining the small display screen.
Istvan wandered the isles of the station, looking for any store that might catch his eye. He was short on personal supplies, and he needed some... He could feel the gallons of caffeine he had drunk slowly sobering him up... Anyways he had some back-pay, and he wanted to spend it
"Better not be that serious..." Jet muttered under his breath as the doc used a scanner then turned to a screen. "So what's the diagnosis?"
"This isn't too serious, I'll administer a targeted clotting agent to stop the bleeding and have someone apply a brace to your torso." He handed jet a small slip of paper printed out from the device. "Take this and head to treatment room 3. It’s in the back and over to your left." The man said, pointing down one of the white hallways.
The station was packed with various kinds of stores that aimed to cater especially to returning soldiers. These kinds of places generally included specialty gun stores, a few clothing outlets and electronics distributors. There was also certainly no lack of places where a marine would be able to observe the fairer sex for a reasonable price.
He coughed for a moment and accepted the printout and looked down the hall and nodded. "Sure." he said and headed down that same hallway, avoiding bumping into another patient as he did. Entering treatment room three he sighed at all the white. I hate this white color it's so...plain... He thought and sat down in one of the chairs.
The room was sparsely decorated, and had only 2 chairs, a bed, and a big number 3 on the door for furnishing. Almost as soon as he entered so did one of the facilities treatment staff, a male dressed in light blue scrubs that stood about four inches taller than jet. He immediately asked for, "Your paper?"
"Ahh thank you Ally." Gran smiled at her again, then looked back down to his pad, putting up a list of parts he needed for the FMD that he probably wouldn't be able to get at a civilian shop. "Can you forward this to the foreman for me?" He opened the file for Ally again and slowly stood up and shouldered a large, empty bag. He looked at Ally. "Would you like to accompany me and help me with selections?"
"here." he said and handed the guy the paper with the read out on it.
"Yes, however I'm afraid I can't leave the ship with you right now Gran. I'm somewhat attached to my work." She said with a grin, forwarding the file to its destination.
Istvan headed for an electronics store. He was curious, and didn't need more guns, but something to help him THINK.....
The nurse read the paper and then pressed his hand against the wall, causing a small panel to slide downward and expose an array of drugs and patches. He put the small piece of paper into a slot towards the bottom of the exposed panel then pulled out a small canister and a bandage with a large block attached to it. He pressed the canister against Jet's skin, shooting a specialized drug into his system then placed the bandage against Jet's abs, pulling up his shirt slightly to do so. Jet would feel an intense pull against his insides as the machine used various electrostatic fields to re-arrange his insides. Afterwards the nurse put the equipment away and closed up the panel again. "You should be completely healed in about an hour. Just stay away from any heavy activity until then."
"Oh, that's right, sorry." Gran smiled and pocketed his data pad. "I'll be off now, thanks again." Gran checked around one more time to check that he had everything and slowly headed out of the ship.
Ally waved her hand as Gran left, giving him a heartfelt, "Goodbye!" Before allowing her form to disappear.
"Ngh." Jet grunted as the nurse put the canister against his skin and then the intense pulling sensation as the damage was corrected. "I forgot how uncomfortable that treatment was..." he said and sighed.”It's okay, if I'm still good enough to walk around I'll be fine for a hour." he said. "Got places to go...”
The electronics’ stores on Nepleslian bases were just the kinds of places one would go to get something to help them out. Many did not merely carry various electronic components but also had numerous hypodermic needles, canisters, and prosthetics designed to replace or help augment the bodies systems. A few of the higher class joints even had a surgical area in the back of their stores for eager customers. The largest one of these kinds of establishments was the subspace communicator hut, a small retailer on Nepleslia which had expanded beyond its original consumer base to provide cheap and quality goods to all varieties of creatures.
Istvan browsed, he was looking for small, but powerful, computer systems... something he could hide in his military uniform... he didn't want the others to know he was "packing" and something on the level with an AI. Processed data was useless to him, he needed a mind capable of seeing the things he would were he faster, or on the drug.... or faster WHILE on the drug...
After a bit of wandering Benji finally made up his mind and started looking for, of all things, an electric guitar...
The subspace communicator hut did carry a large line of personal computer systems, some even equipped with an AI and all in a variety of sizes from card size, a thin 3x2 inch machine made out of ultra thin processors on a flexible screen, to larger artist tablet sized machines meant primarily to contain artistic endeavors.
Musical instruments were not a big seller here, and as such few stores actually carried them. However many marines were looking to follow in the footsteps of Aethersperm so automatic and manual electric guitars were available for purchase at the subspace communicator hut. A fully red, string less version, was displayed being held by a holographic image of the Aethersperm band out by the front of the store.
Gran checked the his data pad once more as he exited the ship, heading to Armor Depot, looking at a catalogue of their parts and trying to match up what he needed.
Istvan scans the products, scowling, then calls up a representative as best he can "Excuse me" he says, looming over the poor man "Do you have anything.... smarter?" he asks, gesturing at the computers "Something... describe too?"
Once he was fixed up, Jet rose from sitting down and winced a bit. "So I'm good to go now huh? Who do I talk to about the charge...though it really should go the military." he said to the nurse before starting for the door.
The Armor Depot, somewhat ironically, had none of the armor parts that Gran was looking for. However, it did carry all of the pieces of mechanical bits that were required to return the armor to fully functional status. For the armored panels he would have to wait on the requisition system of the Nepleslian Star Army.
Benji stared inside, what he found wasn't much. He took his time, rather disinterested by most of it. With a heavy sigh he turned and walked off to a different area, seeing what nifty little gadgets he could find.
"This is a military station," The nurse said, "They pick up the tab. The only civilians on here are those that run the stores and they rarely get things broken."
"Works for me." Jet smirked and headed out and left the medical ward to go take a look around the station to see what it had to offer in terms of entertainment or perhaps hobbies.
There was a small robot tending to the store. It was only about half as tall as Istvan and scooted about on treds. "Our inventory is up on the wall sir. Perhaps if you gave me details about the item you are interested in, I can find it or have it custom built to your specifications."
Gran walked in the store just as he finished on his data pad. He looked around for a rep or a station he could browse and order parts from.
Istvan blinked at the bot "I want something I can hide in my uniform, and something I can connect to a lot of add-ons. I want it to be as intelligent as possible, with a skilled AI capable of leaps of intuition. Can you do that?"
For the moment the 'entertainment' area of the station where one might find drinks and girls to dance with was closed down by station security. Though there were numerous locations where one could watch a girl dance through a bullet proof window for a modest price. Electronics stores were spread about the station and some of the smaller specialty stores catered to a variety of tastes.
The Armor Depot seemed devoid of staff. However just as Gran walked in the ceiling projected a floating animated face to assist him, "Is there anything I can help you with?" The floating, cartoonish face asked.
The small robot replied, "The products here would fit your needs. I would recommend the Smart Card 30. It carries a powerful microprocessor capable of using three pre-set personality patterns, has a wireless interface, and has a screen printed on a nearly indestructible and highly flexible plastic material that can bend all while only being a millimeter thick.
"Alright..." Istvan says "But I don't want to have to look at it to read the data.... and what add ons do you have?
"You can purchase a wireless vocal processing unit for the device which adds voice sensing capabilities." The robot offered.
Thinking he'd had enough of booze and fighting for the time being Jet went to go check out the Electronics stores and the specialty one's looking for something that would catch his eye or interest. Eventually finding a store specializing in robot, spotting Istvan inside he blinked a bit and walked in. "buying a robot?" he asked curiously. "Need a companion?"
Gran jerked back slightly from the floating face, very surprised. But it made sense; the complicated inventory would be better managed by a machine. He glanced down at his pad one more time and looked back up at the face. "I'm looking for replacement parts, some nanomuscle if you have it, and high performance servos, at this last part Gran pulled up the specs for an individual motor and turned the pad around for the face.
"No, I'm trying to buy the best AI I can...." Istvan says "For tactical assistance..." he turned back to the robot "O.K. one smart card, one vocal thingy... what other programs and add-ons you got, and how much will this cost?"
Benji finally found his way over to a section with handheld games that caught his interest. For the moment he window shopped, looking at all the different games, trying to decide which one he could hide in a pocket and not be overtly expensive.
As most of the rest of the crew went off looking for electronics, Adrian had a slightly different shopping list in mind. His was chiefly composed of powerful and less-than-legal drugs. However, he was new to the station and not quite aware of where he could come into possession of such things. Thus, he looked on, either for a dealer or just someone who looked like he could find one.
"One moment, please!" The face said with a smile, before swirling away and disappearing entirely. Lights activated towards the rear of the rows and rows of parts that were inside of the Armor Depot as robotic arms were ferried about on small anti-gravity platforms. The arms quickly pulled the items that Gran waited from the inventory, bagged them, and brought them over to the entrance. The face then rematerialized and asked, "Is there anything else I can interest you in?" It asked, "We have here a wide variety of parts and equipment that we can provide at higher quality, and lower cost at nearly twenty times the speed of the station's quartermaster!"
The robot began to list the various parts and services that the store could provide, including weather updates and subscriptions to the latest online games as well as implants to allow for full virtual immersion in those particular game worlds. The robot also listed the prices for the current load out at 784 DS.
Jet watched it all going on and nodded to Istvan. "Oh I see. Well it makes some sense; I'm just poking around myself looking for something interesting myself."
The majority of handheld games were variations of 'kill'the'man', a popular game which came in red, green, white, and black versions. Each involved playing as a particular side in the quest to take over Nepleslia though recently the black version had been entirely discontinued. All of these games came in the form of software downloads that could be integrated into a personal computer for play by screen or virtual immersion styles of play.
"Ahh?" Istvan says "yeah, lots of nice stuff here... I'll be going to a clothing shop next..." To the robot "Something to let it scan the area around me, and I guess a game service..."
The robot began to list the various types of scanners, visual, thermal, ultraviolet, radar, sonar, motion," and then went into the types of game worlds that were available.
Unfortunately for Adrian, most of the station's population was either in their stores or not his way to check out what had happened at Dawn's bar. This left the hallways virtually devoid of people.
"How much would it cost for as many passive scanner types as you have? And I'd like the most advanced tactical game, and strategy game you got... and a program to let it help me with tactics and strategy on the battlefield..."
Gran grinned at the face's programmed enthusiasm and salesmanship. He checked over the list, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. He held up his DA card for the shop keeper and listened to the list of items. He stashed his data pad and scratched his chin slightly. "Do you have anything kind of old? I mean old and somewhat rare, military at that.”
"Hmm well, I dunno I might just go back to the ship..."Jet said with a sigh and shrugged, "I'm just looking for a good hobby really."
"Could you be more specific?" the face asked Gran.
"The total cost for all of the scanners would be 2,345 DS." The robot replied, "30ds monthly for a game subscription to shooter world."
"Oh?" Istvan laughs "Yeah, hobbies. Get a deck of cards. It's amazing what you can do with them" Istvan digs out his chip "Good bye backpay..."
Jet laughed again and nodded. "Cards...Yeah learn to play casino games and how to cheat at them too huh?" He joked and turned to leave the shop. "Thanks anyway." he said and started out to take a look for other types of shops.
Gran chuckled to himself, thinking about how broad a category 'old' was. "Something maybe, 'early space travel' era? Something along the line of largish personal weaponry?"
"We have nothing in our inventory from that time period." The floating face said, "Though could I interest you in some of the old Gp-1 rifles or the GP-4 grenade launcher?"
Gran thought some more. "Mind if I check out one of those rifles?"
"I couldn't... I'm too damn subborn..." Istvan says "Just light and sound sensors then... sounds a bit costly otherwise... I'll take it? Thanks..." he turned to Benji "So what chew doing out here?" he asks
Spotting a more modern weapons shop after a few minutes of walking around the shops, Jet smirked, this was always his type of place. Being a collector of firearms and the like he couldn't stay away from places like this. "Let's see what do we have in here..." he said, looking around with his hands in his pockets.
The floating face produced one of the rifles for Gran. It was made out of metal and had a few plastic coverings here and there. An electrified bayonet was attached to the front and an empty 10 round clip was provided with the highly conventional firearm.
Jet would end up finding numerous firearm stores; many sold highly customized or artistic weapons which weren’t intended to see serious use.
The floating face produced one of the rifles for Gran. It was made out of metal and had a few plastic coverings here and there. An electrified bayonet was attached to the front and an empty 10 round clip was provided with the highly conventional firearm. Jet would end up finding numerous firearm stores; many sold highly customized or artistic weapons which weren’t intended to see serious use.
Looking for something to play on my off time..." He gave a shrug "Whatca getting?" he asked, having heard the words 'expensive'
"... An AI" Istvan said "I'm gonna need one, I think, to help my survival odds, but don't spread it around, alright?"
Gran held the gun and hefted it slightly, looking it over. "Hmm, how much is this? Also, do you have any vehicles? Big or small, military if you have it."
Benji arched an eyebrow "Oh really?" Then he grinned "Fine, but don't expect me NOT to use it for blackmail later..."
"Ach, careful, I do remember that little kiss" Istvan jokes "I got blackmail material too..."
"While we don't have any entire vehicles to purchase, we have all the components you need to put together an old Yamatai Jeep." The face offered. "And the weapon will only cost you 30 DS."
"Damn..." Benji cursed softly and then grinned. "You have a point..." He turned to the little robot "Got any good virtual MMORPGs I can play on my data pad?"
Gran smiled. "I would two of these if you have them, ammo to go with it, and a nice case. Does the Yammi vehicle have treads?"
"Do you have a particular setting or fantasy you would like to play out in your MMO?" The robot asked Benji.
"Wheeled," The face responded, as the robotic arms pulled another rifle from the inventory along with several cases of ammo and an additional weapons case and storage foot locker to go with it all.
Benji thought and then nodded to himself "Got anything that involves flying?"
"Do you have anything with treds?" Gran watched the arms do their work. He thought he could have some fun with vehicle parts; he could get partition off a portion of the armor for it.
"Flight..." Istvan says "I once dreamed of flying, now we sore through space... “He laughs, heartily
Benji chuckled "I once played on online game. It was fun; you got to fly Jets around and murder things..."
Jet headed for one of the shops that looked like it was selling more modern Emry's styled weaponry and various other things and went inside, looking around. "Hello? Anyone here?" he chuckled slightly.
"We have a fighter sim developed by awesomesoft," The robot said, offering Benji a few screenshots of the atmospheric fighter sim.
"Sorry, but no," Said the floating face to Gran.
The entire store was filled with vending machines. For the right amount of KS one person could order a weapon off the racks behind the transparent plastic screens.
It was at this time, Kokuten had finally managed to go to the med bay, and put some stims into himself to pick up his mind. The Medic had made his way out of the Alliance and into the docks. He rubbed his forehead, the jacket he had was lying on his bunk. The Medic walked back out into the city. He pulled out his wallet, and looked into it. He figured he needed to make use of the DA in there eventually. He found his way to the almost-anything shop that most the Marines were in.
"Eh, I got no use for games anymore except as training..." Istavan said "I had to leave my childhood behind. If you had been through half the shit I have..."
Dangit. "Alright then, thanks a bunch." Gran eyed over the items he had bought. "Two more quick questions and I'm out of your hair... err circuits. How much for the jeep and do you have any aether equipment, new or old."
"Then could I interest you in a subscription to a power armor sim?" The robot asked Istavan.
"We have a few portable aether generators on hand and the Jeep will run you 300 ds," The floating face told Gran.
"Sure..." Istvan says "As I said before, good tactics and strategy..."
"Just make sure it's a GOOD one..."
"Or I'll track you down, and rip your circuits out"
Benji chuckled as he looked over the screen shots and then with a few nods he looked back to the robot. "Sure, I'll take it..."
The Medic walked up to the face and put a thumb on his chin. "Tell me, do you stock any sort of pistols that specifically launch fill-able darts?" The Medic asked the face.
The appropriate items were billed to their appropriate owners by the robotic shopkeepers.
Istvan nodded "Clothing next... been years since I wore non-mill issue... and for some reason I feel the need..."
Another floating face appeared by the medic to handle his questions as soon as he entered the Armor Depot. "No, but you could check some of the weapon stores. They are more likely to carry those kinds of items." The face said.
Benji grinned and nodded "yeah, wearing all black and an old trench doesn’t say much about me..."
“Hn nothing here that perks my interest…” Jet said with a groan of displeasure and exited and strolled around again for a few moments before finding one he liked the look of. A place without a name he could pronounce. Inside was a place stocked to the ceiling with arms and body armor along with a bunch of other things. Behind the counter was a cute little young woman with short black hair, apparently running this in her parents stead to earn money. After a short time of shopping, Jet would come into ownership of a Tiger's Tears revolver and a Zen Armaments Sniper Rifle as surprisingly good deals. Getting both for about 15% off each which was a good thing and he would accept them and bough a holster for the revolver and a blackstrap for the sniper rifle.
But the girl was sorting out the grenades on display when she accidentally dropped one, sending it bouncing toward Jet’s feet. Once it hit the ground hard enough it detonated, sending up a small concussive burst and sending up a cloud of gas. “What the hell…!” Jet coughed and sputtered, staggering against the counter, bracing on it. “I’m so sorry sir! I tripped!” the girl tried to apologize.
Istvan headed off with Benji in search of a clothing store
A little over 1000 ehh? Hell, why not. Gran gives a grin and a shrug. "Alright I'll take the jeep too, can it be delivered?" Gran pulled out his pad and poked it a few times, showing the location of the NSS Alliance, displaying it for the head. "Are the aether generators expensive?
"The aether generators will run considerably higher. They start at 5000ds." The floating face responded. "And yes we do deliver. I can have all of your order sent to that location if you'd like."
"Ah, my mistake, I must have not been paying attention. It's been quite a night..." The Medic walked out, and spotted the weapons shop. I don't know how I mixed that up... He walked into the weapons shop, and decided to make his request again. "Alright, do you stock any sort of pistols that specifically launch fill-able darts?" The Medic asked, waiting for a face to pop up.
There were plenty of stores spaced out amongst the others which catered to clothing and various garments. Though all of them sold green clothing and few even carried stuff in colors that weren't traditional to the green faction.
"You know... I'm going to go nuts if I see anymore green..." Benji commented to Istvan as they window shopped.
Within moments the effects, once doubted began to manifest in a painful moment that made him shudder in pain and sink to his knees for a few minutes. No it wasn’t the pain from before…suffice to say when Jet left the store with the weapons...he well looked rather different. Now bearing a distinctly female form with somewhat longer white hair and somewhat Coppertone tanned skin. She staggered out coughing still before dusting himself off and finding the changes and shouted...loudly. "OH FUCK NO!"
"Eh, fair enough. I don't get bothered much by colors, but I don't get the whole 'team colors' thing... And I haven’t a clue what to buy, been so long since I owned civy clothing"
Shit, I kinda expected that though. "Yes, a storage area in the armor bay please. Any damaged generators waiting to go to the scrap heap?" Gran held up his DA card for the charges.
Benji chuckled "Well lets go see what my sister can scrounge up..." He put a hand on Istvan's shoulder and led him in a random direction.
The face automatically billed Gran and replied, "Not here, we don't carry damaged parts. The damaged aether generators are usually destroyed or reduced down to their components to be reused. It is rare to find one that is damaged unless a battle has recently occurred."
Jet groaned, still feeling woozy and leaned up against the wall nearby and shook her head. "I can't believe this..." she said in the typical growl the person bore before this happened.”damn it...” She swore, still getting bearings, the belts that held the holsters needed tightening now that got taken care of. "Fucking son of an elysian bitch...."
Istvan followed, bemused "Ahh, yes, sisters." he says, with a deep laugh
That random direction would lead Benji back to the bar, where the crowd was just starting to disperse after everyone had gotten a good look at what had been going on there.
Istvan scowled at the dispersing crowd "Gawkers..." he muttered in the same tone of voice one would say "scum"
Gran nodded. "Alright thanks again, you take tips?" Gran finished with a grin as he picked up one of the gun cases and slung it over his shoulder. "I'll take this one myself."
"No need to tip sir," the floating face responded, "Though, if you enjoy the sellbot program feels free to inform my programmers at awesomesoft."
Benji grinned and pushed Istvan through the dispersing crown to the rooms at the back, knocking on the door. A femmine head poked out, looking almost exactly like Benji. "Got bored that fast hmm brother?"
"Great...I'd better get back to the Alliance and see if Ally has a cure for this, if not I can adapt..." Jet said and adjusted the fit of the sniper rifle over her shoulder and started back through the shopping area back toward the ship. The figure hadn't changed much though; she still had the lean muscular build, just with changes...
Istvan bowed "My name is Istvan Michalovitch Yuttreburg. Greetings lady....?" He says, his ingrained politeness showing
Melissa grinned and stepped back, opening the door. "Come in..." Benji gently pushed Istvan in and hen closed the door. "We came looking for clothes.... nothing green mind you..."
Istvan nods "You would be Benji's sister... may I ask your name?" he says, calmly his voice steadier then one would expect
It took a while but the store owner, an older Nepleslian who looked to be in his late 40s, eventually produced a small pistol from under the table. "You place compressed gas cartridges in this end." He said, pointing to the handle, "And place the dart in this end."
"Ah, can you load these darts with certain... chemicals? Poisons? Medicines, even?" The Medic asked the much older Nepleslian, displaying the weapons to him.
Gran shrugged inside his mind. Why not? He pulled out his pad and wrote a short note, complimenting the salesmanship of the program, signed it and sent it to the sellbot for routing. "Have a nice day." Gran couldn't help it, even though he knew it was a robot. He walked out, situating the strap on the weapon's case on his shoulder, wondering whether he should waste some more money or just go back. Hell it could hurt to look. He joked to himself; he knew he would probably buy something. He left and wondered around, focusing on his data pad as he looked for another store to shop around in.
"Melissa" She said and then led them over to the bed and popped open a suitcase “take a look...."
"The darts..." the man explained, pulling out a separate case, "Come separately." The case itself was made out of a dark plastic and inside it contained several foam cushioned darts. "They work just like any medical hypodermic needle and syringe. They can hold a little more than 50 ml of just about any liquid or gas."
Istvan is... amazed by the variety of clothing "I... uhh... don't know the first thing about fashion.... any advice?" He asks the two of them
Looking around, Jet was being careful to avoid being spotted just yet by the crew; knowing full well it would not end too well. But she needed a place to sit down and began looking for such a place, like a lounge or hell just a couple of benches would be great.
The Medic's eyes lit up, seeing he may have come across exactly what he was looking for. He focused in on the darts, and then on the pistol. "How much?" The Medic said, with only one cybernetic eye leaving the weapon to look at the owner.
The station had all sorts of stores for the browsing. Most catered to the kinds of things marines generally looked for when they came back from operations. That generally included clothing, electronics, and weapon stores. Though, the needs for other things were generally kept in the numerous bars that were on the station. Those bars were now just starting to open again, and that information would be displayed on Gran's data pad.
"This one is custom made," The man explained, "Very high quality... but I can part with it for 200ds." The man said.
The Medic grinned widely, very wide. "And the darts?" Kokuten questioned the owner.
"Twenty DS each," The man said.
Kokuten did the math in his head... "Alright, I'll take the pistol, and 40 darts." The Medic grinned, pulling out 1000 DS.
Melissa pulled out a fancy black, silver and white striped shirt and black jeans to match. She handed them to Istvan and pointed to the bathroom. Benji grinned and sat down on the bed to wait...
The man grinned, "Thanks for doing business with me," He said, handing over the weapon and the darts.
Istvan took them to the bathroom, and then stared at them... He fumbled with them a little, but eventually got dressed. He stepped out of the bathroom "They.... feel different then military clothing...."
"Been a long, LONG time since I wore civvies"
The Medic took the items and almost turned away, but stopped, he put the case and the pistol back on the table. "Hey... You got a belt for this?" The Medic asked.
"Check one of the clothing stores." The man suggested, "I only carry guns."
"Thanks, I appreciate it." The Medic waved, putting the pistol under his belt and the darts next to it. It wasn't comfortable, but it would have to do until he found another belt for the Dart gun.
He left out, looking for a clothing store.
Gran wondered into the weapons shop where Kokuten just was. He passed by Kokuten and waved as he walked in the door. He scanned around the shop for a second before walking up to the counter with the 40-ish man.
There were numerous clothing stores onboard the station. All of them carried clothing in various shades of green but few carried anything in any other colors. However, considering Kokuten was looking for a holster, almost every store catered towards him. It would be rare to find a store which didn't carry a belt that had some sort of holster attachment on it and most had numerous styles and colors of belt to choose from.
They both grinned and Melissa walked over to him and made sure it fit correctly. Benji got up and ruffled Istvan's hair. "There you are..." She closed the suitcase and handed it to Benji. "Return what you don't like..." with a kiss to her brother's cheek she exited the room. Benji grinned. "Shall we head for the Alliance again?"
The man at the weapons store was just placing a new dart gun into his weapons case as Gran walked in. "Can I help you?" the man asked.
"Sure..." Istvan said. He felt slightly self-conscious in his civvies. "Yeah... It's been a long day
The Medic waved at Gran as he entered a nearby clothing store, looking for a vendor or salesperson.
Gran smiled at the man. "You have anything really old? Collectables?"
Standing up and shaking her head, Jet looked around before sighing and went to go look for some traditional clothing that could hide her body better. "Let's see is there any traditional clothing shops here." She muttered, just kind of wandering off idly, inevitably toward where the others were.
Benji grinned and led Istvan back out into the street and towards the docking bay where the Alliance was...
Istvan entered the alliance with Benji
The clothing stores were generally unoccupied, aside from a cashier whom didn't seem too interested in helping Kokuten pick out the right belt to wear.
"Well, I have a custom made dart launcher..." The man offered Gran, producing the weapon from out of the storage case. "It was hand made on Nepleslia and can fire a dart loaded with about 50 ml of any kind of liquid or gas."
Gran looked at the gun for a second. "Nah, I'm looking for handguns, something big."
"Excuse me, would you happen to have a holster that would fit for a Casting weapon like this?" The Medic put the dart pistol on the table.
The man put away the dart guns and produced a revolver from out of the weapons case. "Well, how about this one. Its one of the prototype guns that the Qel'norans were messing around with prior to their exile." He said, holding the weapon out for Gran to see. The weapon was rather large for a pistol and he was just about to explain why, "The gun only holds four rounds, but it is made entirely out of smart metal so heat will heal any dings or warping plus it fires 8 gauge shells."
The guy at the counter took a break from reading his magazine to look at the weapon, "Yeah, go check by that stand over there." He pointed to a place towards the front of the store, a rack with numerous belts draped over it. "That’s where we keep the holsters n such,"
"Thanks." The Medic walked over to the rack, and began to put the gun into the different holsters, fitting them. He found and tried it on; it was brown with silver thread. "Looks good..." He grinned, and walked over to the Cashier, "What's the cost for this one?"
Gran smiled widely at the large pistol. "How much for the gun and ammo?"
"Well this gun is one of a kind, I'm afraid I can part with it for no less than 200DS" The man said, "But I'll throw in 20 rounds for free."
The cashier at the clothing store looked at the tag on the belt and used a handheld scanner on it. "24DS," He replied.
Slipping past the large crowd, Jet made for the clothing shop in the back where the other had come from to find some traditional garments to at least conceal all this accident. Keeping the weapons on safety for the time being, she walked casually into the shop. "Hello...wouldn't happen to have traditional yamataian garments would you?" she sighed.
The man dealing with Kokuten turned away for a moment to address jet, "We don't carry that kinda thing here." He said, "And I thought they all went around nude anyways." He then turned back to Kokuten, "Is that all?"
The Medic put 24 DS on the table, and strapped the holster to opposite to his .45 holster. He placed the Dart Pistol into the holster and kept the case on his belt. "Naw, thanks man, I’ll-." The Medic stopped for a moment, looking at Jet.
She gave him a harsh, red eyed glare. "Fine, Got anything else that's liken to a trench coat or something? Jet grumbled and looked at Kokuten. "And that the hell are you looking at."
"Alright," The cashier said to Kokuten before looking back at his magazine. "Yeah, check on that wall," Without looking he pointed off towards one of the side walls of the room.
Kokuten raised a hand, as if trying to defend himself. "Sorry, it's just... Have we met before? You look sort of... Familiar." Kokuten said, squinting.
"Maybe... kinda much." Gran looked around to the side and behind the shop keep. "Any semi-automatics? A real hand-cannon, something you'd have to hang on a wall."
"Thanks." Jet said and turned away with a brisk manner and went to go check out the wall indicated to her. Being quite shapely and well figured, as a result of the gas, she went over and began looking through the dusters and light things like that. "Let's see here..." She said, shifting through them looking for a good one.
"well I can lower the price down to 180," The man offered, "Or are you more interested in something like a machine pistol or are we talking about something rifle sized?"
Jet looked over her shoulder, the white hair falling over her forehead, concealing the trademark scar on the forehead. "Yeah we have met before. What of it."
The medic scratched his head. "Hrm, well, where have we met? I don't seem to remember it that well." He replied to her.
"I'm your commanding officer pal." She said in a crisp tone to him and moved the collar to show the rank insignia.
Kokuten's jaw dropped, it all hit him at one moment. The white hair, and the rank, that was all he needed. "L-Lieutenant Endurian!?" Kokuten stammered in surprise.
"Damn right." Jet said. "There was an accident." he sighed and brushed her hair out of her face. "Besides. who else carries around sniper rifles and pistols?" She grinned, it'd be cute if it wasn't so sinister looking.
Gran scratched his chin. "Something with a clip, bullets as big as you thumbs." Gran grinned as he held out a thumbs up for emphasis." Gran loved old stuff, even if it was obsolete and only fit for glass cases, he loved having it.
Kokuten's eye twitched, he half-hoped that he wasn't right. That women looked fairly attractive to him, yet now that had just screwed up his reality for a moment. "I... I need some air..." Kokuten scooted outside.
"Yeah I would too.." Jet said as she went back to the dusters and found a red
The owner of the weapon store told Gran to, "wait just a moment," As he went into the back store room and came back with a modified GP-4. "This thing has a 20 round clip and has been modified to fire in full auto." He said as he put the item down on the glass case between himself and Gran. "It isn't exactly a pistol but it fires most grenade rounds still and those are bigger than your thumbs."
"Hmmm grenades are fun and all... But a little too messy for me." Gran thought for a second. He thought he might need to head back to the Alliance to get the crap he bought situated.
"Well I can sell you a few non-grenade rounds." The man offered Gran. "Sabot rounds and the like can give you the kick you want with less... mess."
The cashier used the scanner he had on the tag positioned inside of the coat that Jet got. "68DS," He replied without looking away from his magazine.
"Clever." Jet said and produced the necessary DS and handed it to the man. "Thanks." she said and went to head out and return to the Alliance, it would probably be best. in the end. Outside she's bump into Koku again and sighed "you okay?"
Kokuten breathed deeply, trying to shake his previous thoughts from his head. He jumped as Jet came from behind. "Uh... Uh... Yeah..." Kokuten tried to look away from the woman.
Gran patted the counter a few times then sighed, leaning up straight, evening out the strap he had on his shoulder. "Maybe later, but thanks for the selection."
"Is there anything else you might be interested in?" the man at the counter of the gun store asked Gran.
"Oh and get any dirty thoughts out of your head if you're getting them. Anything like that's gonna be met with a bullet." Jet said and continued past him, heading for the ship. But he kept his eye out for other crewmembers, wondering who else would figure this out.
Kokuten grimaced hard, his mind fighting a civil war of conscience. He really wished he hadn't even seen that woman...
The Medic took off for another place in town, he walked off, hoping to drown his stims with alcohol. Conveniently though, he walked right into the area in front of Dawn's bar.
At the moment Dawn's bar was unoccupied aside from a new bartender and bouncer at the door. "Sir, you'll have to leave your weapons with me," The bouncer said as Kokuten stepped inside.
Kokuten handed the bouncer is .45, and began to pull out the Dart Pistol. "Hey, try not to lose this, I just bought it." Kokuten asked, as he put the pistol into the bouncer's hands. He walked into the bar, looking around at a bit of the still showing destruction from the fight. He walked back up to the stool, and sat down.
Gran shrugged. I guess I' "I was looking for somewhat of a display gun, something big and shiny. Ballistic rounds, slide action, semi-automatic."
Gran shrugged. I need to be specific. ' "I was looking for somewhat of a display gun, something big and shiny. Ballistic rounds, slide action, semi-automatic."
The bouncer nodded, putting the gun away in a cabnent and handing kokuten a claim slip to get the guns back later. There was a new bartender behind the bar and once Kokuten sat down she asked, "Is there anything special that you'd like me to make for you?"
"A blue moonie, in a bottle, no glass. I just saw something that's going to haunt me for the rest of my life..." Kokuten grimaced.
The weapon's dealer nodded, "What about this one then?" He asked, pulling out a large rifle that had been chromed and decked out with a scope, grenade launcher, laser sight, and computer system. "It is essentially the same thing as a CF-01 but decorated."
Jet paused, spotting Gran in the gunship and sighed and continued on, slipping the green duster on to further conceal the figure more. The constraining uniform was getting a bit much but she knew much better than unbutton it any. "This is going to be such a huge pain in my ass..." She muttered and continued on, avoiding Dawn's for the moment and went the straightest route there.
"I'm sorry to hear that," the bartender said as she picked up a bottle off the shelf and placed it down on the bar in front of Kokuten. She bent over the bar, allowing Kokuten a glimpse down her green tank top to where her C cups resided. Her short black hair falling slightly in front of her face. "Whats bothering you hun?"
The medic leaned back, downing some of the bottle, but it back down. His eyes ere showing a bit of tiredness, but he rested his chin on his hand. He figured he could earn some pity. "We medics see some horrible things... I saw two fella's missing legs, another with part of his torso ripped out. Those god damn head jars!? They do nothing! The last fella I saw use it, that jar looked like it was filled with strawberry jelly... Oh, and have you ever heard of Kasserine grenades?" He moved his face into his palm.
"Yeah, I heard the Yamatains are big fans of those things. Mostly all girl ships and the like try new things every now and then. I can't say I know any Nepleslians that use the things." The bartender said. "And loosing your legs isn't so bad... you can just like... get new ones right?"
The Medic put a metal hand down on the table, he gave a hard look into the girls eyes. "Attaching cybernetics has the chance of disabling some of the nerves your connecting them to, causing a surgeon having to cut further than what damage is there. Likely, if you lost your entire leg, you would lose a little further up too. It's not about the fact they can get new ones. Have you ever seen a guy walk in with a bleeding nub? Twisted metal?." The medic looked at a shaking hand. "You can never wash off the ones you lose..."
"And you can't drownd it in alcohol," she said with a smile, "Though, I'm not going to stop you from trying."
"Of course you won't, no one does..." He took another swig of the Blue Moonie. "You know what's worse, you can't drown these sorrows to anyone! You're stuck on a ship that's primarily garrisoned with men. You know how much that sucks?"
"Well. I don't know how much sucking goes on, onboard a ship of all men." The bartender said with a laugh, "But hey, thats what a bar is for, especally an empty one... present company excluded of course."
"Of course... Say, you know what happened in here, anyway?" The Medic sort of grinned while asking the question.
"Some kinda barfight... reds and greens going at it again." She said, looking around a bit before moving in closer to Kokuten, "I heard it was because of some big wigs in the green faction showing up here to get a drink."
Gran smiled at the gun, it was nice. "It is beautiful, but I've probably over done my limit on guns right now, maybe next time."
"Alright," The gunstore owner said with a nod.
He raised a brow, and placed his chin on the table. "What sort of big wigs? Like... Admirals?" He said, with fake interest.
"Nah, I heard it was a captain." She said.
"A captain, I bet he brought a bunch of his boys too." He replied.
"Must have, they tore up the bar... good thing we got a great repair staff." she said with a smile.
"Have a nice day." Gran waved slightly as he turned, lugging his gun case out. He wandered the streets some, wondering if he should go back or not.
Kokuten sniffed a little, "Does it smell like... Burning in here?" He took another swig.
"Yeah..." she said turning her head to the side and taking a look towards the door, "I heard someone got set on fire... and the cleaning crew to get the smell out won't be here for a while. I tried to get dawn to spring for that new car smell... I'm hoping she'll go for it."
"Well, what kind of guys do you get at this time of night?" He looked around.
"Normally the bar is full... but I think the station registry still has us listed as closed becuase of the fight here earlier." The bartender said .
"Hah, ain't that a shame. You must be bored as hell." The nep took another swig of his blue moonie.
"Yeah, but at least I have someone to talk to," She said with a sigh, looking over the rows of drinks, "I can't even have a drink while I'm working. Can you belive that?"
"Well, damn, that's a shame. I bet they could let you drink if they knew you could hold your alcohol, right?" He said, with a 'how about this?' sort of face.
"Oh I can hold my alcohol..." She said, picking up a bottle off the shelf and holding it out in front of her. She then tossed it in the air, caught it, threw it under her arm back up into the air, then started juggling it. "I can hold my own against an ID-Sol and I know more than a few tricks when it comes to this kind of thing."
Kokuten clapped his hands, "That's impressive!" The Medic grinned. "I don't where they find such talented girls, the girls I knew at the Medical Academy would've probably landed a syrette in their heads." He chuckled.
"Yeah, well you learn a few things when you bartend," She said as she sat the bottle back down on the rack.
Kokuten put a thumb on his chin, "But this so-called 'tolerence', do you have proff to back this up?" He asked.
"Of course!" She said matter of factly
He placed his Blue Moonie on the table, "Show me." He said.
"I'd love to," She said, "But... I'm working right now."
Kokuten busted out into laughter, "Does it look like your working?"
"Hey! I do have..." she looked around, "One customer."
"Well, you've served me my drink, so technically, you're not working." He winked a green eye.
"Well, I would... but there is always the chance that you will order something else." She nodded, "Yeah, or someone else could come in."
"Well, what if they don't? You'd be wasting such a night." He put his chin on top of the bottle.
"Geez your persistant." She said, reaching over and taking a swig from his blue moonie.
He chuckled, "Bah, I just hate to see such a nice girl wasting away her time. Now, let's see if you can really stay over the table."
"Well it is your turn to drink, and like I said I am working." She said with a smile. "If you want to have a drinking contest you'd have to wait till I get off duty.
The Marine took a deep swig from the drink. "Technically, if we were having a contest, you would need to drink a few more to balance it out. Also, I thought we cleared up this working thing." He shrugged with a grin.
"Ah, but we aren't having a contest... we are having a... Well you are making orders and I am filling them." She said.
"See? Now, another Blue Moonie!" He raised a finger, shaking the empty bottle.
Jet had long since returned to the Alliance and made her way to her quarters and locked it from the inside to make sure nobody else came in. With that she hung the duster off the side of the bunk she had to herself and groaned, poking at her new C cup breasts. "This is entirely too weird..." She groaned. "Hey Ally? Is there any cure for the affects of Kaserine gas?" She asked. "With all that's going on there should be..."
Ally replied by saying, "Additional exposure to the gas after the initial transformation reverses the effects."
The waitress turned around and stood on her tip toes to reach for a blue bottle on top of the racks of drinks that Dawn's bar had. "Here you are," She said as she put the bottle down in front of him. She then grabbed his empty bottle and stashed it under the bar for removal later.
Kokuten leaned on the bar and took a swig and put the bottle back down. "Tell me, and trust me on this, I'm curious. What do you do after such a late night shift?"
"Actually, this isn't really my shift. I normally work during the day but I was the only one willing to come after the fight. The bartender that was supposed to be working is down in the security office giving a statement." She took his bottle and had a small drink from it, "Normally I'm asleep by now,"
"Seriously? No late night fun?" He chuckled.
She put the bottle back down on the bar, "Are you kidding? Its impossible to find a guy on this station."
She sighed. "Great. Thanks Ally... but it's a bit late to go out, that shop's closed now. I suppose I'd either go back tomorrow or perhaps I can stay like this for a while and learn about just what women actually go through for a better understanding." Jet said as she laid back on the bed, legs bent up and crossed at the knee. "what would you suggest?"
"What? Out of the thousands of marines that transfer through here, you don't see one you like?" He raised a brow once more.
"OH yeah you make it sound easy." She said, taking another quick swig before putting down the bottle again. "Every time a ship comes in there are 300 or so marines that come here for a good time, each looking for a good time with a girl and each looking to make sure they get one of the few girls and not any of the other guys. Its like being in a room full of cockblocks."
"Well, some can't help they are a bunch a shit heads." He took a swig of the bottles
"Yeah," She replied, "..BUNCH.."
"Well, there's one Marine in here, is it now a room with only a cockblock in it?" He grinned.
"It is interesting to say the least," She replied, "Normally I don't get to talk this much with only one person."
He pointed to his armband as he took another swig. "It's thanks to this, I do many of talking. Truthfully, it's good to do so with someone other than a screaming guy on a table, or some brass fella' asking how someone got sick, or whatever."
She chuckled, "It sounds like you've been here before."
He grinned widely to the bartender, "You'd be surprised."
"try me," She said, "I've heard all sorts of things during this job."
"I don't know if I should, you probably wouldn't like it." He turned around, and leaned on the bar.
"Probably not... how about ordering another drink?" She offered.
The Medic pointed at a green bottle without looking.
"You sure you want that one?" She asked, getting the green bottle for him.
"Why not? It's a good drink." He turned his head towards her direction, grinning.
"You have been here before," She said with a grin, upcaping the bottle for him.
"Only once, I'll tell you that much." He grined, take a swig, but coughing as he put the bottle down. "Rough stuff." He rasped.
"Yeah, I never bothered trying it," She said.
He turned around on that, and pushed bottle to her direction. "You said you could hold your alcohol, right? You havn't held it until you drank this." He felt the stims not barring off the drunkeness as much as they did before.
She waited for a moment, and eventually reached down and took a sniff. She pulled away quickly. Then after a moment she took a swing of the drink and put it down on the bar, "Uhk! ... I don't see how you drink that."
"It's like the Nepleslian Marine's own drink. To some, it's their will-to-fight fuel. To me, it's a little somthing to get drunk off of." He smiled, he held up the bottle. "You want some more?"
"Thats a bit much... and I've already drank more than I should." She said.
"Suit yourself." He took a large swig, almost dropping the bottle on the bar when he put it down. He started coughing, putting his hands on his knees. "Damn! If that doesn't clear your sinuses I don't know what will..."
"Well, the mess hall here serves a spicy taco that will clear out more than just your sinuses." The bartender said, "But come to think of it... eating at the station mess hall is never a good idea. I get the distinct impression that it does more harm than good."
"They probably use this stuff to cook it!" He laughed, waving the bottle.
"If they used more alcohol then their foods might be more eatable." She said, "I know that some of the cafe's on the upper levels have figured that out."
The Medic snerked as he took another swig of the bottle. "Tch, who ever bothers to eat out anywhere other than a Neppies?"
"Someone who has a girlfriend," She replied, "Can I get you something else to drink?"
The Medic put his chin on the table, and squinted at the selection, and then to the bartender. He pointed to a Red bottle on the shelf. "What's that one?" He asked.
"You might like that one," She said, picking up the bottle and setting it down in front of him before backing off slightly. "Its a drink that the reds like. Something like 60% alcohol 40% hot sauce."
He grabbed the drink, looked over it. The Medic shrugged, figuring it was worth a try. He took a swig, and almost choked mid-swig. He slammed the bottle on the table, and grasped his throat. "Hol-Holy shit." He hissed.
The rough liquid would burn on the way down and sting his nose. The bartender winced a bit as she watched him take a drink, "Well?" She asked, curiously.
ON> Medical Ward, Unity Base.
"HE'S ALIVE!!! ALIVE!!!!!" Came the voice of an eccentric scientist as a certain marine awoke on a metal slab with numerous mechanical appendages suspended above him on a spider like contraption. "Hey, don't celebrate yet. We don't even know if it worked until we talk to him. Are you awake? And do you know who you are?" The second voice asked. "Oh, and would you mind getting him a uniform? we can't have him walking around in that sheet all day." He said to an assistant out of the marine’s line of sight whom could be heard walking away.
Rico Sanroma's eyes suddenly shot open, blinking a few times as they adjusted in the bright lights hanging above him. His mind was muddled and fuzzy for a few moments, as if his thoughts were rapidly trying to assemble themselves after being roughly scrambled, but eventually Rico realized that he was being spoken to. He turned his head towards the general direction of the voice, still squinting his eyes in the well-lit room.
"Uh...yeah? Where the hell am I?" Rico said, attempting to prop himself up with his arms.
"Oh good he remembers how to speak," One of the voices said with a loud sigh of relief. "You’re onboard Unity Station. Your body has just been rebuilt and your memories re-integrated." A man in a white lab coat with a crew cut came up beside him to help him sit up while another in blue scrubs was standing nearby. The nurse in blue scrubs said, "You might be experiencing some discomfort. The rebuilding process could have caused some brain damage." The doctor in the lab coat nodded, "But you shouldn't have to worry about that. Tell me, how do you feel?"
How do I feel? Body rebuilt? Memory whatchamajig? Honestly, Rico felt pretty good...he didn't feel anything that would be deemed painful, although the metal slab he was propped upon did feel slightly uncomfortable. Rico lifted an arm and ran the hand through his hair, throwing a raised eyebrow and smirk at the doctor asking the questions. "Shit baby, I'm feelin' great. What, am I dead? Is this supposed to be that 'afterlife' shit those spiritual nuts talk about on the late-night broadcasts?" Rico said as he scanned the room with a swivel of his head. "...'cause I gotta say, it ain't that impressive."
"Well, looks like he still has a sense of humor." The nurse said, imputing something on a data pad as the doctor looked Rico over. "Nah, you were dead. But I fixed that. I left the details of the process with your medic. Koko-ten." At that point another person in blue scrubs walked in, holding a typical green uniform with sergeant rank pins. "Hey, I've got like thirty more of these procedures to perform so we're going to release you now instead of doing the typical checkups. I'll have one of the staff give you a data pad. I'd like you to use it to report any weirdness or pain you might be experiencing after the procedure.
"Huh?" Rico's joking demeanor suddenly turned somewhat grim as he listened to the nurse explain the situation. As she spoke, a few fragmented memories appeared to match her words. The last thing Rico remembered was getting hit during the skirmish on Nepleslia Prime. After another moment, a look of enlightenment crossed Rico's face as he pulled the sheet up to survey the damage to his body.
"Hey, don't worry you're still all natural down there." The doctor said reassuringly as the other two assistants left the room.
"We even got your old arm and re-attached it. We had to have the engineers do some repairs but they should work like new."
Sure enough, Rico's old cybernetic arm was still attached to his body, although once again the synthetic flesh had been stripped off. However, as Rico followed the arm to the shoulder, he caught sight of a few new additions; his left arm, as well as a large portion of he upper left chest were also laden with cybernetic enhancement, also uncovered. Rico slowly flexed the new arm, not exactly sad to no longer see a fleshy arm there, but glad to have one at all as the memories of his death continued to swirl in his noggin. Before long he sat up completely and slid his legs off of the table and onto the floor.
"Right. Okay." Rico said as he stood up. "I really don't know how the shit you guys got me back up an' runnin'...and although I'm sure you're just itchin' to tell me, I honestly don't give a damn," Rico said with another smirk, motioning for the doctor to hand him his new set of clothes. "I wouldn't understand all that technical shit anyways."
The doctor tossed the clothing over, "Yeah, we all have things to do and I'm sure you are anxious to get back to your ship. The NSS Alliance is still in dock by the way, shore leave even. So poke around the station a bit and enjoy yourself, Oh, and be sure to send in a report or two later about how you feel. This is a new procedure." The doctor said, half turning for the door. "Just let someone know that you're leaving. I've got more procedures to perform."
"Whatever you say, baby," Rico said as he pulled on his new duds. Before placing the beret on his head, Rico took a moment to groom himself on the reflective surface of the machinery hanging above the table he was recently laying on. After he was satisfied, he placed the beret, straightened his rank bars and walked casually for the exit, his smile equally casual and aloof. Truthfully, Rico really didn't care how he was still alive; he figured that if it was important enough for him to know, they would've told him. In fact, the only thing on his mind as the left the medical station was that he was thirsty, he was alone, and that he was currently on a shore leave...and that was all he needed.
END
Further down the ward from Rico, Fian Vel Steyr opened his eyes to meet a dull white ceiling. His other senses were registering equally unexciting stimuli, there was no taste in his mouth, the air was sterilized and he could feel the hospital mattress under him.
The chaos seems to have left his head, but boy, they moved to his ears. It sounded like everybody in the room was talking to him at once. There was a patient in the other side of the room asking for some water, a nurse is mumbling to herself near his bed. The Vel Steyr also awoke in sufficient time to catch Rico’s last words before he started walking out.
Shit, could it be?! Fian tried to raise himself up from the bed with one arm while the other put a finger to his ear to see if he was hearing things correctly. Accidentally, his nails struck a metallic surface where his ear should have been and a loud ‘DUSH’ reverberated through his head. Shocked, he lost his grip and allowed himself to collapse back onto the bed while the Sanroma exited through the door just a few meters away from him.
What the…Hell? Ignoring his previous concern, Fian caressed the foreign object now attached to the left side of his head. He could feel another ‘heavy’ sensation on his left ear so he believed that there could be a similar device attached there too. It felt like a flat dome that covered his entire ear, like a really thin headphone speaker. It was completely smooth with no buttons, edges or holes. Shaking it a little, Fian could feel that it was rooted into his ear canal, tapping it produced small dush-es like the last time.
A nurse noticed the Nepleslian moving so she moved over to attend to him. “Don’t worry, your new implants will self calibrate over a while so it will reduce any loud noises that would deafen you or increase any soft ones that you would like to hear.”
Implants?! Fian looked at the nurse while trying to hide his surprise. “What happened? What was the extent of the damage?”
“You probably don’t remember much due to the anesthetics. You had a ruptured eardrum in one ear. When the medics brought you here, you specifically requested to have cybernetic replacements in BOTH ears. As the ones you requested are of higher grade than what the military would pay for you, the excess charges will be billed to your account.” The nurse replied in a matter of fact way.
“So I’m fine now?” Fian asked. I’ve heard of people getting tattoos while drunk, but this is ridiculous.
“Remember to take this box out with you.” The nurse replied while tapping a small case on the bedside table next to Fian. That said, she walked off to attend to a thirsty marine while Fian shot a good look at her well shaped ass hiding underneath her modest uniform.
Pulling out the IV needle lodged in his forearm, Fian stepped out of bed and dusted his clothes. They were still fine looking so Fian thought that he should continue wearing them as he continued his shore leave. Opening the box, it contained both his earlobes in a clear plastic bag (Damm.), some wires, maintenance tools, different colored panels for additional customization and his DA card. Freshening himself up over the sink, he noticed that the color of the panels he was wearing now were dark blue (Well if I were to get cybernetic parts, I should atleast look cool in it.).
Pressing a button on the card, Fian noticed that he had about 4,000 DA left to mess around with. Hmm, my guess is that I’m going to be in the military for a long time. Why not enjoy every moment of it? Pushing open the doors of the Medical facility, the Vel Steyr walked down the streets of the station before gravitating towards a weapon shop.
"It’s a drink that the reds like. Something like 60% alcohol 40% hotsauce." The Bartender explained to Kokuten.
He grabbed the drink, looked over it. The Medic shrugged, figuring it was worth a try. He took a swig, and almost choked mid-swig. He slammed the bottle on the table, and grasped his throat. "Hol-Holy shit." He hissed.
The rough liquid would burn on the way down and sting his nose. The bartender winced a bit as she watched him take a drink, "Well?" She asked, curiously.
Kokuten breathed heavily as he tried to fan air into his mouth. "FUCKING... HOT..." He replied to the Bartender. "How..." He gasped for some air, "Do those god damned reds..." He gasped again, "Drink this shit?"
The bar was still generally unoccupied after the fight there. The catwalk and the chairs around it were empty and the bar only had two people, the bartender and the marine Kokuten from the NSS Alliance. The only other person in the bar was a bouncer at the entrance, holding a small scanner to check people for weapons. He had on a nice suit over his large body, much unlike the bartender whom had on a tanktop that covered the only part of her that could be considered large.
The bartender again leaned over the bar, crossing her arms below her as she spoke up, "Well, the reds have different tastes than the greens. I kinda find them weird."
"Weird? They're an entire different kind of people." He looked at the bottle. "A better use for this shit would be to bust it on their heads, and hand them a cigar."
"I take it you aren't a big fan of the reds," The bartender said, staying away from the red bottle, as the fumes from the top were enough to open one's nose up.
"You kidding? They killed a good member of our crew, blew him to pieces. He was a good guy, I didn't know 'em, but he was good enough to get a speech for." Kokuten said feeling the effects of his drinks a little more now. He said this, knowing that Rico was going to come out better anyway.
"And I'm sure that you've killed a good number of them too, but that doesn’t make you a bad guy. Does it?" The bartender asked.
Kokuten gave the girl a hard stare. "I've never killed a man in my life." He grunted.
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Rico's aimless wandering for a good watering hole brought him to the front of Dawn's Bar. Rico decided on this particular pub for a few particular reasons...previously, Rico had heard a few good things about this particular bar. Also, at the moment, Rico didn't feel up to handling a huge crowd of people and this bar seemed to be the first moderately quiet local he had passed...Rico figured the place must have roughly ten or so patrons, and a small group was right up his alley. Rico took a quick breath before sauntering up to the bouncer at the door, his ever-present smile shining up at the tall ID-SOL.
The ID-Sol waved the small black paddle over Rico, "Go ahead," He said emotionlessly as he went back to just standing beside the entrance, allowing Rico to see inside of the mostly empty bar.
The bartender then said, "Ah, but you're a marine right? You came in with the thingies..." she placed her hands on her hips and moved them around, trying to indicate the holsters that he had on before coming into the bar.
He laughed hard for a moment, "One's for a dart gun, and another is for a pistol that I've only shot at bulls-eye targets." He chuckled out.
"Yeah, but they give those guns to all the marines right?" She asked.
"Just the .45s, but it's most for show." He replied.
To Rico's slight dismay, a quick glance around the bar turned up a total of two people. He furrowed his brow as he realized this, and considered leaving to find a more crowded pub. After he got a better look at the bartender, however, he decided that he wanted a good strong drink sooner than later. Thus, the Nepleslian walked casually towards the bar. He didn't recognize Kokuten as he took a stool a seat or two farther down the bar, and he wasn't exactly there to make small talk with another marine either.
"Hold on a second," The bartender said as she walked down the bar towards Rico. She leaned over the bar and folded her hands under herself, lightly pressing her breasts together as she spoke, "Is there something I can get you?"
Kokuten laid his head on the table, facing away from Rico, not bothering to notice him.
Rico gave the bartender a sly smile, allowing a short moment of silence before answering as he gave her a good looking over. "Well sweetheart, truth be told, this is my first time here. Care to give me a recommendation?"
Kokuten raised a hand and a finger, still lying on the table. "Anything, but that Red shit..." He trailed off.
"Well, the gentleman over there just tried a 'Red Afterburner' but you look like you could use something a bit smoother. Perhaps a blue moonie?" The bartender offered with a smile.
"I see..." Rico replied, removing his beret and placing it on the bar off to the side and running a free hand through his hair again. "Well, what do you like?"
"A nice dinner in one of the upper cafes." She said with a slight laugh, "Though, I usually drink blue moonies on the rocks."
"Sounds nice, gorgeous." Rico said in a lower voice. "I'll have one of those...big glass." He finished, giving a small gesture with his hand as a sort of measurement for how tall he wanted to glass to be.
The bartender walked away, going down to the far end of the bar past Kokuten to get a glass, then back towards Rico, picking up a bottle along the way and putting in a few ice cubes before filling the glass with the liquid in the bottle and placing it in front of Rico. "There you are, anything else I can get for you?"
He took the glass gratefully, giving the waitress a smile and nod as he received it. "Nah, I'm good for now baby, thanks." Rico said, taking a quick sip from the glass as he kept his eyes set on her.
She turned away from him and walked back towards Kokuten, her hips swaying slightly as she walked, "See? I told you I shouldn't be drinking."
Kokuten lifted his head off the table, his beret covering his eyes. "Yeah, but didn't you enjoy cutting loose a little during such a dull night. I mean, nobody shows up after a bigass bar fight anyway. Like I said, why waste the evening?" He grinned.
"I haven't had enough to drink yet," She said with a slight laugh.
"Haw, then how about I buy you a..." The Medic put a thumb to his lower lip. "A... Blue Moonie... On the rocks? Yeah, that's it." He said, trying to remember. "I'll just have another bottle."
She laughed again, "Alright then," she turned around and fixed herself a blue moonie and picked up a blue bottle, bringing both over by Kokuten.
The Medic moved his hands around, blinded by his beret. He eventually found the bottle, and took a swig. "This makes... 3?" He guessed.
"I haven't been counting," The bartender admitted.
"And I just can't remember, heh." The Medic laughed.
Rico continued to quietly sip his drink farther away from the two. Although he kept his eyes averted from them, the rest of his attention was focused on them, enjoying the fact that he had a little competition. As the bartender finished serving the drink to other marine, Rico quickly finished off his glass, waited a few seconds, then tapped the counter lightly to grab the her attention.
The waitress hustled over to where Rico was, "Can I get you something else?" She asked him.
"Yeah, I could use somethin' a bit stronger, if you have it," Rico replied in a quiet voice, eyes flashing slightly.
Kokuten looked in Rico's direction, still blinded by his Beret. "That one." He pointed at the green bottle, again, without looking.
"Try this one," She said, picking up another red bottle and handing it to Rico. "Or you can try the green one if you'd like. It has a higher alcohol content but isn't as... stinging."
Rico shrugged slightly as he decided between the two bottles. "Whichever one you suggest honey, I could use a surprise or two."
She chuckled, "Go ahead and try the red bottle." After she sat it down she took a step back to let him choose to try the drink himself.
"Well, you could help me with somethin' else..." Rico said as he took the glass from her and set it down on the bar. "See, I'm getting a bit hungry, too, and I don't know a thing about this station," he continued, placing an elbow on the table and leaning forward a tad. "Got any suggestions for me?"
NSS Alliance in station
It had been some time since Jet decided to return to the ship to try and conceal herself from the rest of the crew until she figured out the best way to reveal it without causing too much fuss. About an hour or so into it, signs of hunger began to show up in the form of grumbling sounds coming from the stomach. "I guess I do need to get something to eat..." She muttered and sprung up off the bunk and grabbed the green duster she'd gotten earlier, usually it'd be red but considering the situation it wouldn't be the best idea in the world. Unlocking the door by providing security clearance, the white haired woman stepped out of the quarters and started for the messhall. Hmm it feels weird..having a female form when I'm used toa male one...
Benji walked right past Jet without looking up from the MMO he was currently involved in, the big black feathered coyboy hat on his head at an odd angle. He only caught a glimpse of Jet as he passed. It took a few more steps to realize there was a female on the ship. He stopped, logged out of the MMO and turned around. "Hey, you know it's not a good idea to be walking around on this particular ship right?"
"Hmm?" Jet paused in her step and turned to look at Benji for a moment, listening to what was said. Deciding to have a little fun with it she tilted her head a bit, making the spikey, mid length white hair fall over the forehead and right eye for a moment. "Why would you say that?" She asked with a small grin. "It's just a ship isn't it?"
"Full of mean, ugly bastards, who'd rape you without a few seconds pause..." Benji paused and then seemed to think something over. "Well... Namely one...The rest only if drunk...except maybe Gran, and whatever that security officer's name is, Istvan and me..." He nodded. "Any particular place you want to go?" he asked her
“Actually I'm heading for the mess hall." Jet said with a grin at the mention of the crews status. "But I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the layout of the ship, would you care to show me the way there?" She asked, smirking deviously in a mental fashion. It was interesting, how open some people were about opinions when they didn't know who you were. "but what do you mean about Gran, the security officer and Istvan?" she asked idly.
"Well Istvan's all chivalry, never seen the security officer go after a geshin like Rico, Gran's just too.... Nice, to do anything stupid..." He shrugged. "I got a sister however, so i get all the attention I need from her..." He said leading her through the ship towards the Mess Hall. He stowed the Data pad as he walked, thinking of how he was going to upgrade his Jet, after he was done with this rather attractive female.
"You know that sounds pretty incestuous...."Jet said when Benji mentioned the sister. "But isn't she on this station? I saw you earlier talking to a woman." She said with a grin. As they walked toward the mess hall, Jet was finding she was enjoying this just a bit. "Rico?" she asked as they did, gathering intel on Benji's opinions of them all was intriguing.
"Nut headed marine, likes to play jokes, seems like he likes to screw every female he wanders across... of course he got murderd by somebody when the bloody..and i mean that litterally...Red's decided tohave a tea party" He shrugged, showing her into the mess hall. "Have a seat i'll get you something to eat..."
With a chuckle Jet sat down and leaned up against the back of the chair. "Thank you." She said with a nod. "I've heard about that, it was pretty gruesome." She said and sighed a bit. "Oh and Benji....nice to see you again." Jet said with a cocky smirk. "You clearly dont' remember who I am really but I'm sub-lieutenant Endurain." Jet grinned
Benji paused and let his mind wander over this information. "Right..." He turned and stalked off He fetched the food and set a tray down in front of Jet. "So, if you're Endurain..." Benji paused to scarf down the fried chicken on his plate "...I'm in trouble?"
Jet laughed a bit and shook her head. "No no, nothing like that. But I think I'm going to be once everyone learns of my accident here." the white-haired woman said with a sigh and thanked him for the fried chicken and dug in, eating it slowly to start with. Having not eating in a day or two, one had to start off slow to avoid getting sick.
Benji nodded and munched on the rest of his food. After a bit he said "That’s cool..." and then he added, "How does it feel? Being a woman i mean...."
"It feels weird. Considering I've been a man for 21 years of my life until about and hour and a half ago." Jet said with a sigh. "I got exposed to a kaserine grenade by accident." She said as she ate a bit more and smiled a bit. "Can you suggest anything to help handle the situation i'm going to face? I really don't know..."
Benji thought it over and then grinned. "Well, you'll have to get a kaserine grenade to get back to yourself...or at least that’s what I've heard..." He paused "In the mean time you can either lock yourself in your room or have me follow you around..."
Jet laughed a bit. "Well I can't do anything by locking myself in my quarters until I can get a cure for it. Hell I might actually stay this way, I have a feeling it'd be rather enlightening into why women do what they do sometimes." She said. "But I would appreciate it if you could at least try to keep the rest of the crew off me if you know what I mean." Jet said and got up and walked over, getting a drink from the bar in the mess hall and sat back down. "I don't really plan to change how I dress or something like that, I don't really intend to stay like this long that necessary I think.."
Benji nodded "Alright then, though I'll still have to laugh at calling you Ma'am all the time..." He took a drink of his energy drink to hide his amused grin.
"This is still a military remember?" Jet said. "Gender doesn't really matter I believe it's still 'sir'." She said with a chuckled. "Besides what real harm is there?"
He nodded "Yea,,,siiiiirrr,,,," he grinned, holding back his laughter until he could take a drink again.
Jet just chuckled again, but not as wickedly as s/he really used to. Before this event Jet really wasn't the most pleasant person to be around for the most part but now it seemed somewhat different. But the white hair, light red eye made for a quite wicked deathglare when he chose to employ such a matter. "Well thanks. I'll be really useful in the days to come"
Benji reached out and ruffled Jet's hair. A thought wandered across his mind. "I'm taking you shopping..."
For once a small blush flushed across jet's face when he did, but she quickly swatted the hair off the hair. "Gah. Don't do that..." She smirked a bit. "Oh you are, are you? What'd you have in mind for that then?" she asked.
"High heels... and a dress,,, you're no proper woman without a dress..."
"Oh hell no..." Jet said, perking an eyebrow. "That would garner way too much attention than is comfortable at this moment." She said and sighed, swishing the soda around in the can for a moment, thinking. "I'll stick with uniforms and boots. I'm sure you could help me with that at least couldn't ya?"
"Ya... but with those" He looked pointedly at her breasts "you'll need a torture device my sister calls a bra..."
"Really now? I'm just lost on way I would though." Jet said with a sigh. "And why are they torture devices...?"
Benji turned bright red "Nevermind... Just don’t wear low cut shirts or you'll have every pair of eyes on one spot of your body until Rico decides to go after you..."
"And gets met with a gun to the forehead." Jet said with a groan. "But it might be best if we did at least try to find some fitting clothing. This shirt is kind of tight now."
Benji grinned "Then I'm still taking you shopping...'
"Yeah." Jet said and sighed before standing up, once finished with the food. "When did you have in mind to go do that?" she asked, stretching a bit.
"Now if you're okay with it?" He asked standing and returning the trays. After cracking his neck, back and knuckles almost all at the same time, he looked over to Jet.
"Yeah, but it is kind of late I'd be surprised if anywhere was still open." Jet said and started for the door the mess hall, still obviously adjusting to the way the female form moved. "This is kind of embarrassing, are my hips really wiggling as much as I think they are?"
Benji rubbed his goatee with a hand. "Yeah.... they are..." He decided no to tell Jet exactly how 'tight' things were at the moment. He just kept trailing after her.... Uh.... him...
Jet sighed a bit, sensing the confusion radiating from Benji. "It's confusing I know isn't it? First being a male now a female, just go with female terminology for now.." she said.
"Sure..." he was still rubbing his goatee and stubble as he followed her through the ship and out into the station. He put a hand on Jet's shoulder and then pulled back. "I won't tell anyone, but i demand one thing from you..."
She sighed a bit and looked at her over her shoulder. "If it's something perverted, forget it. But what'd you have on mind?" she asked, brushing her fingers through her hair.
Benji didn't ask, he just did it. Leaning over and kissing Jet briefly.
Jet blushed darkly in a flash when Benji did that. "Ngh..." She said and kind of just suddenly pushed him away, still a bit red in the face. "okay what was up with that?" she asked, giving him a one eyed glare as her hair covered one of them.
Benji grinned "Only what you owe me for keeping your secret..." He said, putting his hands on Jet's shoulders and gently putting pressure on her shoulder blades to get her to move forward.
“Yeah well let's continue on." Jet groaned a bit and continued on toward the way to the station and after they'd departed she looked up and blinked. "Hmm they've lowered the light levels to mimic a Terran night..." She said and looked around. "At least there's no simulated moon.."
Benji had to chuckle at that, walking and keeping an eye out for an open store. When they finally had walked almost everywhere Benji grunted. "Guess you're right, most places seemed to have closed down for the night..."
"How about that one shop you went to earlier? The one with your sister?" Jet asked him as they walked, her hands in the pocket of the pants she was wearing.
Benji gave him an odd look. "How the hell did you know about that?"
"Because I was out and about today too ya know...." She said, holding a finger up and smirked. "That and I saw you with the rest of them. No big deal right? I'll keep it a secret."
He turned a light shade of pink and then turned, leading Jet to a familiar spot close to Dawn's. A small door led to a hall and then around the corner it opened up into a small 'women's' store specializing in rather fancy stuff. Benji stayed silent the entire time.
She perked a brow in amazement that this kind of place existed on a Nepleslian faction station. "Interesting..." Jet said as she looked around once they got into the store after following the hidden pathway. "Hard to believe I find myself in a place like this but it'll be alright." the white haired woman said and looked around, just poking at everything. She didn't know the measurements she had in body but had a feeling they'd find out.
A young female made her way over to them. "Can I help y’all?" She asked, looking Benji up and down once and turning her eyes to Jet. "Lookin’ for something specific hon?" The woman asked, eyeing the clothes racks in the immediate vicinity.
"Well yeah, just some basic essentials for myself." Jet said, turning to look over at the young woman and gave her a pleasant smile and nod. "I'm afraid I'm out of usable clothes." she admitted with a coy grin.
The woman looked Jet over and then nodded "come with me..." and started towards a back room.
Jet shrugged and walked with her toward the backroom. "Just have to get my measurements huh?" She asked with a tired yawn. "Sorry bout that, lack of sleep lately." she said.
“It's okay hon" The woman said, pulling out a flexible measuring tape and walking Jet through the entire measuring process. By the time they were done the woman knew what Jet needed and fetched it for her. "Here, try this on.. I'll wait outside with your date..."
"It's nota date, the guy's my subordinate officer." She said in quick defense. "Very funny." Jet said and blinked and looked at the outfit she'd brought her to try on.
Sighing a bit, Jet tried the new outfit on and blinked. "okay..how the hell am I suppose to get this on..." she said in an exasperated tone, having a slight bit of trouble with the bra provided. "Now I see why it was called torture, it's a pain to get on..."
Silently the woman slid back in and helped Jet into the Bra, obviously amused that she couldn't do it herself. Then she scurried back outside and struck up a one sided conversation with Benji over his sister.
Jet chuckled a bit and soon got used to it and came out wearing the outfit, though it was in blues and greens. The shirt at least fit but was left unbuttoned by a button at the top with the insignia fastened to the down turned collar. "At least fits." she said and walked out, carrying the clothing from before under an arm. "How do I look?"
Benji let out an appreciative whistle and the woman grinned. "You look great hon." then she turned to Benji and said "I'll just charge it to the ship" handed him a bag and then stalked off. Benji extended the bag to Jet. "Lets get going shall we?"
Jet just walked out with him and looked into the bag, still wearing the outfit she'd just gotten. "Thanks for this Benji." She said, still running hands down her body to smooth out the wrinkles in it. "Have anything else on mind?"
Benji chewed on his lower lip and then grinned "I know of an Ice cream shop that still open. Want desert?" He asked, acctually willing to be even nicer to jet.
Jet perked a brow and chuckled a bit. "Well I don't see why not really. But just bear in mind it doesn't count as a date or something like that alright?" She said, continuing to walk. "I do appreciate how nice you're being though, don't mean I owe ya anything really though." She said and looked over.
Benji grinned "My dad said I'd never get through life treating people with the respect they deserve..." He shrugged "I mean, if I get to help you out I'm in for it. Better than getting blown up..."
At that she laughed heartily. "That's true. One good turn deserves another to be repaid at a more opportune moment huh?" She said. Jet was still feeling pretty strange about being out and about like this, but at least numerous amorous marines that had less-then-honorable intentions weren’t stalking her.
After a brief stop for ice cream Benji walked with Jet back to the ship and saw to it that she was all settled in. "If you need me I've got my data pad with me..." and then he left Jet in his...errr...her room and returned to his bunk to play his MMO.
The first weapon’s shop that Fian came to was lined with vending machines, each holding numerous weapons behind clear, bulletproof armor. A simple number pad and card swipe delt with transactions though the machine also stated it accepted 1s, 5s, 10s, and 100s.
One machine catered specifically to pistols, carrying a variety of the weapons behind its armored panel. Though all of the weapons came unloaded, they came with a magazine already in the weapon. Under them, there were slots where one could purchase an additional clip.
Other machines specialized in assault weapons and shotguns while others merely contained accessories like laser sights or extra ammunition.
