Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Toms and Mollies! I present to you this floating hunk of barely bolted together panels of rust. Don't be fooled by the shabby exterior, my friend! For within that unassuming shell of wear and tear was a world of wonder! Some of the most brilliant rogue minds of the galaxy pawning their wares for the prettiest of profit. If you were here, you were in the know, had connections. Enough of all this nattering however, and welcome, to the tech-head's paradise.
Nausi Station, Anonymous Space
“Hey, hey hey! Watch where yer puttin' those clompers! HEY!”
It's not easy standing a piece under three feet tall. Reason? Self-explanatory. You ever get caught in a crowd of giants? Well, maybe caught wasn't quite the right word. More like squashed, or trampled. Have a tail? Oh, you don't? Well then I'll tell you here and now that having your tail trodden on by said giants is far from pleasant.
“GWAH!”
A yelp emerged from the crowd that gathered at one of the many vendors that the station provided.
“I've been stabbed!”
Slow down there with the dramatics, Diana! The yowling patron of course had not been stabbed, but merely scratched by the claws of one rather small and one rather annoyed Cantrosian. Do you like the flu? Too bad. Enjoy that Cantrosian-scratch fever, mate. With his vengeance enacted Brill scrambled off to find other wares to tickle his fancy.
CRANTOR'S CHEMICALS
He very much doubted that his name was Crantor, but alliteration sells, y'know? Not to mention that the combination of incapacitating gases and unpredictable home-made explosives was a thing of beauty. Marvelous. The very thought of it caused a Cheshire grin to spread to the cat's face.
Time to browse these wares...
[member="Anders Sivas"]
Nausi Station, Anonymous Space
“Hey, hey hey! Watch where yer puttin' those clompers! HEY!”
It's not easy standing a piece under three feet tall. Reason? Self-explanatory. You ever get caught in a crowd of giants? Well, maybe caught wasn't quite the right word. More like squashed, or trampled. Have a tail? Oh, you don't? Well then I'll tell you here and now that having your tail trodden on by said giants is far from pleasant.
“GWAH!”
A yelp emerged from the crowd that gathered at one of the many vendors that the station provided.
“I've been stabbed!”
Slow down there with the dramatics, Diana! The yowling patron of course had not been stabbed, but merely scratched by the claws of one rather small and one rather annoyed Cantrosian. Do you like the flu? Too bad. Enjoy that Cantrosian-scratch fever, mate. With his vengeance enacted Brill scrambled off to find other wares to tickle his fancy.
CRANTOR'S CHEMICALS
He very much doubted that his name was Crantor, but alliteration sells, y'know? Not to mention that the combination of incapacitating gases and unpredictable home-made explosives was a thing of beauty. Marvelous. The very thought of it caused a Cheshire grin to spread to the cat's face.
Time to browse these wares...
[member="Anders Sivas"]