Like many bars, Nova had a VR arcade, and that was where Marco liked to spend his time after a long day at the shop. He'd been spending more and more time there. After his father had been arrested, he'd inherited the store. Unfortunately, while he was a talented weaponsmith, he had no training in running a business. He'd hoped to move offworld and seek his fortune. But the travel ban had put a kibosh on that idea. He was stuck on Frixion prime indefinitely.

He took off his headset, looking around the bar. There seemed to be a whole squad of transhumans. He thought the whole Terminator thing was cool, but the thought of doing it to himself made him nervous. Among the robots was a cute robot, and some sort of bizarre alien, even by galactic standards.

Marco was about to put a few more bits into the machine when he overheard the conversation. They were going to see the Mogul. Now that...That he was interested in. That was the man who had led to his father's incarceration. But he got the impression neither of these people had a plan to meet the Mogul. He, on the other hand, definitely did.

[color=00a651]"Death wish, much?"[/color] He asked the group, leaning on a table. [color=00a651]"If you go to see him armed to the teeth like that you'll get shot."[/color] Marco, unlike the others, was seemingly unarmed. He had on a brown bomber jacket over his work outfit, a green jacket and pants. He was armored, like many people who worked in the slums. His hands had a pair of gauntlets, as well as boots, and there was no doubt his clothes were lined with armor plates.

[color=00a651]"Marco Valentine. Proprietor of Valentine Armaments."[/color] He said to Giggles. Mostly because he seemed to be the one who was running the show. [color=00a651]"I happen to be in the market to sell my father's store back to the city. I think that might be able to get you guys an audience with him. No strings attached. 'Cause I'm sweet like that."[/color] He glanced over their weapons.

[color=00a651]"Of course, if you are planning to do something to him, there'd be a lot of people who would profit from it."[/color] He said, taking a sip of his lemonade. [color=00a651]"But I'm just an arms dealer, so that's none of my business."[/color]