"Providence" Asteroid Colony
Those that followed Kelly made their way out of the ship along with the crowds of other marines and navy personnel that wanted shore leave. Jammed together in a shuttle, and then just as quickly shoved out the hatch, they found themselves stumbling across a cobbled together spaceport. Half metal and half brown rock, it seemed unfinished, but this didn't matter, as they were all hastily herded along like cows and sent out the exit.
Right into the thick of it.
The main boulevard in front of them felt like it was packed full of peoples from every corner of the sector, and even those from outside. Through the hustle and bustle of all the pedestrians, they could see a
man with swept back horns standing in front of his shop, giving out free samples as he shouted, "Kebab! Best kebab! Get your kebab!". Not far off from the eatery, a
giant of a bear standing on its hind legs and dressed in comically large t-shirt with jeans eyed the food with a watering mouth. Another store had bars over its windows, but inside sported a wide selection of cybernetic enhancements, all put up on display. They could see an otherwise normal looking woman with only one arm window-shopping alongside her friend; a tall, feather covered reptillian in an overcoat which pointed out a particularly pricey looking arm in the window. A loud crowd was gathering around a
fast food joint and hostess club as alluringly clad women catered to the customers inside, the occasional pair of feline ears visible on its various hostess's.
"OH YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Kelly yelled in anger, her voice quickly becoming washed out in a digital flurry of fury. "T3H K@tz R 3v3rywh3R3!!"
Perhaps more importantly to them all, an auto-ricksaw with an open top pulled up in front of them and disgourged its passengers. The conductor,
a four armed man, 'drove' this vehicle, but was busily munching down a snack as his vehicle switched its sign over to 'On Break'. Sighing, Kelly looked back at the group.
"Ok. Ok. Stay cool, overclock the fans," Kelly spoke to herself for a moment. "Where you guys want to go? The stuff here on 'Meatstreet' isn't too special but attracts all the travelers since it's the first thing they see," she explained to them, pointing a mechanical hand over to a nearby sign. Indeed, the name of the boulevard was 'Meatstreet', and besides what they saw before them, the possibilities were far larger.
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Sledge Mama - Armory
Meanwhile, Ylfa snickered as Striped poked himself in the eye, leading the way deeper into the armored depths of the Sledge Mama.
"This is probably the perfect time to take a look at the new stuff," she told them. The ship, devoid of many of its crew, was far more silent than it was before. "Nobody's going to be in line to try it all out since they're too busy getting hammered on leave." As they descended, leaving the lift, the marines that followed her soon found themselves standing in front of a heavily armored bulkhead. Raising a hand, the woman snapped her fingers as the massive doors started to open. As light shined through, their eyes adjusted; beyond them, stood rows upon rows of hulking, armored forms standing in their maintenance frames like an army of soldiers. Menacing and faceless, they stood there, inhumanly still like statues found within a vast, ancient tomb. "Usually, I'd just take one of the more direct lifts, but this route's just more fun," Ylfa admitted to the marines with her. Stepping forward, she lead the way through the ranks of power armors. "Though, it's more cramped than usual. I think they're trying to fit in even more armors for the coming refit," the sergeant offhandedly commented.
They were soon lead deeper into the hall of armors; it was littered with repair tools and lift vehicles designed to carry their components around, but there were no weapons to be so easily found. Instead, Ylfa lead them to the back, where several marked slots in the wall stood tall to either side of a barred window. Weapon dispensers. Inside, a cartoony picture of a dog gnawing into a hapless catgirl was hastily scrawled with the words, "Plz Feed Armory Master. Plz Stick Limbs Inside Bars" and so forth. Scratching her head for a moment, she looked past them and right at the morass of weapons arrayed on the vast, automated racks. "Ok guys, from what I can see, it looks like the new stuff includes a portable launcher, brand new knife-slash-bayonet, axe, sniper rifle and a metal shield." Peering around a bit, she added, "I think there's a few more, but I can't see them from here, so you'll have to give me a bit to check the listing," she explained to them.
They were offered the tip of the iceberg and were offered a chip, however, there was more just hidden from sight.
