Day 3 Early Morning - Check Out These Gunz

[Jan Melmoar]

Jan quietly pushes open the doors of the cantina, flanked by both Fion and N'zzi.

Fion taps away quickly on her datapad, coordinating a shipment of grey market goods to a black market contact. N'zzi is wearing a 'Ziost Hackaton' shirt and looks as though she's done nothing but modify weapons and armour for 48 hours. (maybe if she rolled better.....)

Jan on the other hand has ingested enough caff to kill and then revive a grox and is ready to go make some money! She strides deeper into the building looking for 'Mr. Wyrm.'

[Dapper Dog]

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The Wyrm was in a booth in armor.

[Jan Melmoar]

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The Wyrm was in a booth in armor.

“Mr. Wyrm!”
Jan approaches and shoots him some finger guns.

“Love the armour, big fan. I’m here about that meeting....”

[Dapper Dog]

“Bout damn time. I only need to know what you have to sell and for how much,” the mercenary said dryly, though the voice was digitized through the mask.

[Jan Melmoar]

“Bout damn time. I only need to know what you have to sell and for how much,” the mercenary said dryly, though the voice was digitized through the mask.

“Sorry dear! You know how it is, dark council this, terrorist attack that.”
Shrugging mightily

“But this girl makes time for her friends and if you want to buy from me then we’re friends!”

Fion tosses a small device into the table and it starts projecting a range of Czerka brand weaponry while Jan smiles over it, vaguely predatory.

“What can I do for you? Flame caster? Disiruptor?”
Leaning through the hologram
“Something more exotic?”

[Dapper Dog]

“Blaster rifles, disruptors, explosives would be quite useful,” the mercenary said.

“I don’t bargain, I want twenty thousand credits worth of small arms and explosives for this first shipment.”

[Jan Melmoar]

“Blaster rifles, disruptors, explosives would be quite useful,” the mercenary said.

“I don’t bargain, I want twenty thousand credits worth of small arms and explosives for this first shipment.”

Her smile creeps a little wider

"Oh I see......anti-personnel or anti-vehicles explosives? Both? handheld or.....propelled?"
She practically licks her lips

"And of course if my little...armoury is suitable, how many shipments?"

[Dapper Dog]

The merc raised a hand and said, "Anti-personnel for now, thermal detotanors would be useful for the jobs I have in mind."

[Jan Melmoar]

The merc raised a hand and said, "Anti-personnel for now, thermal detotanors would be useful for the jobs I have in mind."

"Those aren't cheap or legal...but I'll see what we can do for you at Czerka."
Poking the table lightly

"Payment will be in non-traceable credits, none of the equipment will technically have come from my people."

[Dapper Dog]

“Good, deliver it to the three locations on this data chit,” the mercenary replied.

[Jan Melmoar]

“Good, deliver it to the three locations on this data chit,” the mercenary replied.

She swipes the chit up between her long fingers turning it over with feigned interest.

"And payment? Half now, half on delivery?"

[Dapper Dog]

"Of course," the voice replied sternly.

[Jan Melmoar]

"Of course," the voice replied sternly.

“Oh you wouldn’t believe the things people try, Mr Wyrm.”

Extending a long hand.

“But it certainly sounds like a deal.”

[Dapper Dog]

The Wyrm accepted the gesture and then said, "See it done."

[Jan Melmoar]

The Wyrm accepted the gesture and then said, "See it done."

She lines up a friendly finger gun and pews the mercenary before leaving, flanked by her people. What could possibly go wrong?

((/scene? thanks Dapper! ))