[h2][b]XAR[/b][/h2]

Xar for the lack of a better term was confused. Not only did these group of beings showed no signs of visible fear or rise in pheromones on spotting him, they ignored him. A hundred years back, his capture and trial had been too quick. He was termed a threat to the galaxy and his kind in need of forceful culing to protect the better interests of others in the galaxy. A plethora of other races and lifeforms had opined that his kind deserved to die for the galaxy to survive. They forgot their roles as balancers and finally under the pretext of a lousy convenant, he was to be sealed and put into perma-sleep so as to preserve the last strandd of his kind.

Yet now, as he roamed free and old power seem to return to his body, he saw in front of him a group that literally didn't care for his existence. To them he was just another crewmate or extra baggage. Whichever way he identified himself. Yet the thought of finding his family lay paramount in him.

Soon, they landed into a so called space station, a massive inter-species construct that served as a refuelling and rebuilding station for space explorers. A great many ships came in and out of the massive hangar, he saw from the projected window, the view outside. As they docked, the group parted. Each going their separate ways. XAR took this opportunity to explore whether his kind has truly been forgotten. To atleast find a closure to his journey from where he can backtrack.

He walked into the crowd, a gargantuan 10ft of him. Equivalent in size of the sentinels that roamed about. The people though minded crashing into him, seemed unfazed by his presence. This was a sign, a sign that told that he was perhaps the last one and that his kind was forgotten. Not even in the annals of history, a race that never existed. This made him a bit mad but anger never solved anything. His visor told that he alone couldn't take the full brunt of the forces stationed here. As this wasn't a planet, there was no core to sustain him. He'd have to rely of his strength alone and though it was in spades. Without the equipment he was nothing but a strong bug under the oppressing paw.

As he meandered around the place, he came upon a shop. A shop that catered to his peculiar tastes. He walked in, sliding the door as he was greeted by a female human.

[color=0072bc][b]"Hello Visitor, how may I help you?"[/b][/color] a standard protocol practised by humans in a formal relationship between a buyer and seller. XAR turned towards to look at woman, towering over her. Her smile faded into a whimper but she didn't shriek.

[color=ed1c24][b]"Heavy guns!"[/b][/color] the comms came alive as his eyes glittered. The lady looked like she hadn't heard of a Vult'ari before, it would certainly be a sight. She shivered a bit before gathering herself. Quickly leaving the counter and falling in a stride ahead of him. She walked towards the edge of her shop and pressed a lever hidden the wall. The cabinet slid sideways to reveal another hall and she walked inside. A place fille dwith heavy duty machinery. The Raptor series Plasma Gatling, Laser powered heavy assault rifles, gamma guns, electromagnetic Rail gun, an obsolete model of an airgun with heavy armor piercing rounds.

XAR looked around, his visor as impassive as frozen metal. [color=ed1c24][b]"How much?"[/b][/color] he asked.

The girl staggered before punching keys on a holoscreen to compute the numbers. [b][color=0072bc]"6.7 Billion credits."[/color][/b] she spouted out finally.

[b][color=ed1c24]"I don't have any."[/color][/b] XAR spoke, an awkward silence falling over the place.