[i][color=plum][center][h2]Malkan Malenfant[/h2][/center][/color]
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A tall cloaked being stopped in front of a stern of a modest-sized wooden airship. He eyed the embellished bowsprit suspiciously, thinking it was a bit excessive for such a small ship, before making his way up the gangplank. The being was not impressed when he got up to the top deck and found there was no one in sight. He was told he could get good equipment from this ship. However, he was not impressed by the set up. It was like they didn’t want anyone to know this was a shop. Scanning the deck, he saw a small sign with the words “shop” and an arrow pointing downwards. Figuring he already made the trek to Terersg, the being headed downstairs to check out if this shop was really worth it.

When he reached the next floor, his impression of the shop changed. Unlike the exterior of the ship, the interior was more polished. Shelves lined the metal walls and display cases took up much of the floor space. Signs hung above each aisle while little notecards detailed what the items on the shelves were and their cost. When he glanced about the room some more, he noticed someone on the other side. Probably the owner, he concluded. She seemed to be immersed in her work so he decided to help himself. 

Malkan finished soldering the wire onto the circuit board. She had noticed the customer walking in during the middle of her work but the last thing she wanted was to mess up this circuit board again. Setting down her tools, Malkan observed her new customer. He obviously wasn’t a Seeg nor was a regular which made her wonder why he was out here in the first place; most people would try to find her at another location. “If you have any questions, I can answer them,” she said when she noticed the customer looking at two different plasma guns. He glanced up at her and nodded before going back to his own decision making. 

Eventually, he brought up a few items to her checkout counter- a few different guns, grenades infused with different essences, and a PDA. Up close, she could make out horns underneath his hood and a large snout underneath his scarf. The dark dull eyes that peeked out between his heavily wrapped face caused Mal to think her new customer was a [url= https://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large-5/taurus-ii-rob-carlos.jpg]minotaur[/url]. [color=plum]“That’ll be 56500 coins.”[/color] Her customer grunted and handed her the money. [color=plum]“If you ever need any help, the PDA has a help app. There’s also another one that lets you order things from me as well,” [/color]informed Mal as she rang the customer up. She pulled out a case from under her counter to package all the purchased items. [color=plum]“Enjoy dear.” [/color]

Malkan waited until her customer left before going over to a panel against the wall and typing in a code. The panel opened to reveal two deactivated androids. Waving her hands in front of their faces, Malkan brought them to life.[color=plum] “Hold down the fort for me boys. I’m going out for a bit. You know the protocols if there’s trouble.”[/color] She strode over to her coat rack to grab her cloak. Malkan didn’t think Terersg was a planet if not for its oppressive heat. Often, she found interesting items while going through the market; it was also a good place to get materials for her products from time to time. Briskly, she made her way to the densest part of the market. There were a few stalls Malkan liked to frequent before making her way through the rest of the ever changing market. 

It wasn’t until the third stall that Malkan found something interesting enough to catch her attention. She was in the midst of negotiating a price for said item when she was almost ran over by a speeder car, but the stall owner pulled her away at the last minute. Malkan turned to see what all the commotion was about. The car was just a speck in the distance now but the atmosphere of the marketplace had turned from its regular controlled chaos to one that’s more panicked. Feeling uneasy, she apologized to the Seeg and dropped the item back to its originally location before slowly making her way back to her ship. She didn’t know exactly what was going on, but she had a feeling that whatever was about to transpire, she did not want to be a part of. 

Malkan pinged the communication channel on her ship so the androids could have it ready by the time she got there. [color=plum]“Run protocol DF1Z2. Verification code: 400841.”  [/color]