Rusty
Purveyor of Fine Weaponry
Today, Rusty was riding herd on a weapons shipment. 50 GRTD units, with ammunition, 10 OL-2 sniper rifles and ammunition, 5 AA-3 Tribarrel anti-artillery weapons systems, and just for kicks and grins, 10 Executive Protection Carbines, with ammunition, of course. It was the first time Rusty had made the run to Demonsgate to fulfill the terms of his contract with the Black Tie Syndicate, so he figured it would be a good idea to butter them up by offering his latest carbine gratis.
The trip had been uneventful, a trend that continued as he landed at the designated platform. He wasn't planning to stay long, just long enough to offload the goods and pick up his phrik. He had big plans for the stuff, and couldn't wait to get it back to the workshop.
Oh, the fun he could have with a crate full of phrik.
[member="Miss Blonde"]
The trip had been uneventful, a trend that continued as he landed at the designated platform. He wasn't planning to stay long, just long enough to offload the goods and pick up his phrik. He had big plans for the stuff, and couldn't wait to get it back to the workshop.
Oh, the fun he could have with a crate full of phrik.
[member="Miss Blonde"]