Private Streets of Denon: Supply & Demand

[Under Foot]

D E N O N
The Tombs

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The Squib had about fifty different problems.

Ordinarily, one might start with the fact that he was wanted in connection with terrorist activities by the authorities of this planet and, by extension, the Galactic Alliance. But that actually wasn't at the top of his list of concerns at the moment. In fact, it probably wasn't in the Top Ten.

Instead, Ree was a little more focused on the idea of living today. And from there move on to the challenges that came with prospectively intending to also live tomorrow. With Corporate Security having locked down the Seven Corners, the group was effectively trapped at the moment. And the heightened security had driven many of their allies or sympathizers to ground -- if not arrested by the sweep.

While Hex and Das had worked to try and improve the tense relationship with their Amavikka landlords, the fact was that the living conditions down here left a lot to be desired. Even running reverse osmosis or water filtration systems, with everything that he'd encountered in the drainage and run-off with Hex, it was clear that there were a lot of chemicals in the ground here that wasn't in compliance with CAD's environmental regulations.

Not that CAD followed their own environmental regulations, but they did have them.

Written down anyway. Probably just to wave in the face of the Alliance anytime the word 'inspectors' was dropped into a senate debate.

Anyroad, the diminutive alien was presently trying to get his arms around just what the supply situation looked like. What was the water supply situation? What was its source? Was it safe or just potable? What was the condition of the storage tanks? And when was the last time anyone actually checked the storage tanks?

If he was to start running down the list from there, food probably would have been next on the list. Did they have food synthesizers? Were they working?

Somewhere toward the bottom of the Top Ten would be equipment. Safe food and water storage required upkeep, and he was betting that they weren't using top of the line down here. And the equipment that was down here down had probably been down here for a long time.

After that? Maybe weapons. Because in all likelihood, when CorpSec caught up to them, they wouldn't be taking prisoners. A public trial would have the possibility of airing the dirty laundry to the Galactic Senate, and they'd never allow that.

Viewed through that lens, the fact that he was wanted at all didn't seem much of a concern.

If CorpSec caught up to any them, it probably wouldn't matter after then.

Distracted as he was, the Squib wouldn't notice if someone approached to talk to him about gear.

Dr. Kalecor Hybran​

 

[Dr. Kalecor Hybran]

Denon was in trouble, that was always the case but Denon was in particular trouble now, as the GA and CAD were cracking down extra hard on the Darkwire and anyone assumed to be part of the Darkwire (which seemed to be everyone), Denon was in far more trouble than usual. Kal had always prided himself on his ability to fly under the radar, as far as anyone was concerned he was an embittered medical student, running a mod parlor out of the lower levels. He kept his other affairs, altruistic and otherwise, quiet enough that he hadn't been caught up in the drag nets sweeping the planet yet, but those nets were tightening.

At this point, he doubled back to the first thing he'd learned in school, triage, knowing what problems to solve and the order to solve them in. He couldn't break blockades, or misdirect security patrols, but plenty of Shadowrunners were in a bad way without regular medication and mod repairs, and that was something he could handle. Or at least, it was something he normally could handle, but supplies were running low and the usual suppliers were disappearing, either fleeing the planet or getting swept up by CAD kill squads.

Now the only way to get replacement parts was through other Darkwire contacts, in this case someone named Under Foot who ran a local waste disposal site. Not his first spot for shopping, but he knew how to sanitize medical equipment on a budget. He'd tucked his third arm under an industrial poncho and made his way into the central office, and approached the front desk to find the Squib in question.

"Excuse me," He began with a slight wheeze. "I'm told you're the man to see about second-hand equipment?"

Under Foot

 

[Under Foot]

Looked like the records that the Amavikka had uncovered indicated that there might be some kind of primitive water purification plant somewhere around junction Gray-17...

"Excuse me."

The diminutive Squib's ears shot straight up, as the amber-furred alien turned to find a guy in a...

...was that a poncho?

"I'm told you're the man to see about second-hand equipment?"

Ree gave a sigh. Once upon a time, those would have been words that he'd have loved to have heard. Now...

...now he just wanted to focus on the task in front of him. So that he didn't think about the rest.

"Yeah, sure," the Squib answered wearily, holding up the datapad as if preparing to check what the man was looking for against the list. His two tails alternated, side to side, as the blue-eyed alien craned his head back to size up the man.

"What kind of equipment were you looking for?"

Dr. Kalecor Hybran​

 

[Dr. Kalecor Hybran]

Kal didn't need an advanced optic package to realize that something was very wrong with Mr. Under Foot, or however he preferred to be addressed. He was almost tempted to claim he'd made a wrong turn and wander back out the front door, but if this Squib was anything like him, maybe a bit of business could actually improve his mood.

"I'm looking for medical equipment, droid parts, furniture...I have a proper list here." He turned over his own datapad to the young Squib, which contained a rather long list of items, ranging from medical droids, to couch cushions, to chemical compounds you might find at dumpsites. Kal was anything buy picky, and didn't expect to get his entire wish-list checked off from one location, even a location as sprawling as this.

"Anything you have that might cover this would be appreciated. I'm running low on...everything," He felt his chest shudder slightly and triggered his respirator, taking a few deep huffs before continuing with a joke. "Even oxygen, apparently."

Under Foot

 

[Under Foot]

Medical equipment.

Medical equipment.

A pair of large, blue eyes just stared back at the man as that sank in.

"Shiiiiiiitttttt." He'd been so preoccupied with water and food that he'd completely forgotten to put medical supplies on the list.

Then the Squib shook his head. He had a customer in front of him -- well, not a customer, but still. A Squib ought to never appear as though the didn't have it in inventory. Especially if they didn't have it in inventory. "I mean, it's fine. We've got furniture and droid parts," Ree remarked, trying to muster some of his salesman gusto as he accepted the datapad from the man.

"Huh," Ree uttered, glancing back up at the man. "You're in luck. I actually delivered a couch here right before CorpSec locked it down. I can talk to Gideon and see if it can be brought to you, along with what parts we have on hand."

See? He knew that couch was worth saving from out of the trash.

His ears perked up at the mention of oxygen. "I can talk to the Amavikka. They might know where I could source an oxygen reprocessor," the Squib offered, as he continued to peruse the list.

Glancing back up at the man, the Squib handed the list back to him as he noted, "Bacta's in short supply everywhere with the war going between the Alliance and the Empire. Or the Alliance and the Maw. Or the Alliance and just about everyone," he commented dryly.

"I think I can source some kolto. Would that suffice for your needs?"

Dr. Kalecor Hybran​