[h2]Shocker City Job Fair[/h2]

[url=http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak2NzVA8QcA/UtyORRtooTI/AAAAAAAAtgA/eR2xIb-wbAM/s1600/aim5.gif]The man[/url] tending the stall raised an eyebrow within his beekeeping helmet. Chainsaw. Vocal device. Definitely too high-tech for the natives.

"Well ma'am, Shocker+ is always hiring. But this specific job fair is mostly to acquaint the natives to jobs that aren't... well, soldier. So technically we're looking for independent troubleshooters to... well, shoot trouble."

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[h2]The Space Bar[/h2]
"That restroom didn't even have a handicap stall..." Takahara grumbled, already taking out the Smart Buckle and pretending to fiddle with it. Really he just needed to get to the notes section and remember the transformation codes. Ah, right. Cheeky references as always. He pocketed the phone and gave a short bow to Arragoz, handing over a business card.

"Hello Plizgin-san. My name is Sentou Takahara, and I have a business proposition for you. However, I understand the broader points of Ork culture due to doing some accounting work for Renraku and having to deal with many orc clients. So I hope you won't mind if we skip the pleasantries and get straight to the fighting so I can do the presentation while asserting dominance."

With that, he placed the briefcase on the ground, a number of [url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/powerrangers/images/4/43/Shatieeks.png/revision/latest?cb=20140222220631]faceless corporate drones[/url] opening it and preparing some charts. Takahara inhaled deeply before taking a fighting stance- legs away from the enemy, leaning in, holding a machete overhead, and shouting 'EEEE!'.