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Nov 12, 2014 0:31:44 GMT -8
Post by Reb on Nov 12, 2014 0:31:44 GMT -8
The air was muggy and humid, a normal day in the Intybus slums and Market place. People crowded the streets buying and selling wares, the din of foreign languages off many kinds filling the markets with life. A cloaked figure with a helmet covering their face moved through the crowd quietly, undisturbed, the orange slits of light from the mask piercing from underneath the headscarf they wore, standing on digitigrade legs with the majority of his body concealed under his worn cloak. Sparks slowed when he came to the stall he wanted, walking up to it and surveying the wares. He stayed silent, picking up a mechanical part and observing it, his HUD examining it. Of course, this wasn't what he was here for. He was here for ship parts, however rare and dangerously obtained they may be.
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Nov 12, 2014 0:50:31 GMT -8
Post by Aceron on Nov 12, 2014 0:50:31 GMT -8
Also wearing a rainproof slicker was a large robot, averaging about 20 feet high, strolling through the market crowd. While the locals were short, stocky beings, this figure was long and lean, easily towering above the rest of the market. The native folk merely shuffled out of its way, and did not seem alarmed about its presence at all.
The market had a few of those, the tall figures in their rough-looking cloaks. The locals were used to them so long as they didn't cause trouble, and much of the business in the market was catered to them as well, selling parts and over-sized conveniences on their little tables.
"Buy two get one free," the vendor at Sparks' stall suddenly said, shuffling on over. The vendor was a local Pangol, all scaly and hairy in a loose tunic, and smoking some kind of weedy cigarette. "You need box to carry?"
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Nov 12, 2014 1:04:15 GMT -8
Post by Reb on Nov 12, 2014 1:04:15 GMT -8
Sparks kept the Cybertronian stranger on his radar; simply keeping tabs on the large mech for now. But it'd soon be a big problem if they were to come his way and start asking questions. His attention was soon turned to the stall vendor, orange slits looking at them. The HUD immediately scanned him, red-ochre hands placing the mechanical part back down. His voice was altered through the mask, "I'm not in the market for computer parts. I'm looking for something much larger..." He paused, taking a holographic disk out of his cloak and activating it, a small rotating image of a Class-Y Star Jumper appearing, letting the vendor see it for a moment before switching it off. "Think you can help me?"
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Nov 12, 2014 18:47:53 GMT -8
Post by Aceron on Nov 12, 2014 18:47:53 GMT -8
The Pangol vendor squinted at the holo image for a moment, adjusting its little glasses. "Sorry, only sell computer pieces," the vendor then declared, leaning back. "You talk to hunyn, they know where is get space boat." The stocky little Pangol pointed a claw over at the tall figure in the rain slicker.
Hunyn was the local word for 'robot', which sounded suspiciously like 'human'.
"You find hunyn like that one," the Pangol went on. "Go to hunyn district, or airport. Okay? You good?"
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Nov 12, 2014 19:12:00 GMT -8
Post by Reb on Nov 12, 2014 19:12:00 GMT -8
Sparks shifted as his masked eyes drifted over to the Cybertronian. The last thing he wanted was to talk to his own kind, especially in a place like this and about an unregistered Star Jumper. His HUD picked up information from the stranger mech, coming up with stats and any info he could dredge up. He'd have to find his parts elsewhere. "Thank you, but I'd rather not talk to a Hunyn." There was a hint of disgust in his voice as he turned to the wares and picked up a smaller computer piece, a Data-drive. "I will take this though. How much?"
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Nov 12, 2014 19:44:54 GMT -8
Post by Aceron on Nov 12, 2014 19:44:54 GMT -8
"Forty credit," the Pangol replied, handing Sparks a small card machine. "Good deal right now, buy two get one free! You no want talking to hunyn, go to airport," he suggested.
Meanwhile, Spark's brief scan picked up some passive data off the strolling figure in the crowd, not too far off. It was a mech with a civilian frame, but outfitted in urban armour and armed with a regular tank-pistol, designed to penetrate thick armour. On his shoulders under the rain slicker were some kind of VTOL kibble so he was likely flight-capable, and judging by his overall weight and density, he was fairly light. But a tall mech like him, despite his lanky appearance, was still potentially lethal to the stocky little Pangols shuffling all around him at knee-level.
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Nov 12, 2014 20:06:40 GMT -8
Post by Reb on Nov 12, 2014 20:06:40 GMT -8
Sparks took the card machine, a third arm inserting his card. "I only need this." His voice was blunt as the transaction was complete, removing his card and handing back the machine. "Thank you." He turned away from the native then, moving through the crowd and bringing a map up on his HUD so he could get to the airport. He just hoped no more Cybertronians were wandering around. Especially ones with badges. He wasn't much of a challenge to pick up from his robotic-form's vantage point, but he'd rather keep his identity a secret.
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