[centre][h2][colour=008000][u]Gerad[/u][/colour][/h2][/centre]

Gerad had spent the rest of his time either working on his gear, or just tinkering in the [i]Legion’s End[/i] machine shop. One of his ongoing projects was an ignition catalyzer for the main engine; he was certain he could boost the efficiency over the old ones the ship was using, but Sven had barred him from doing [i]anything[/i] to the ship without his approval, going to far as to set up monitor programs to make sure of that, while at the same time ignoring Gerad anytime he tried to push the issue…and all because [i]one time[/i], not long after joining, he blew a main power relay and left them all adrift for a few hours…the panel should have been marked more clearly.
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After touch down, Silas gave them the rundown and timeline for their pit-stop on Noctus IV. [colour=008000]”Ta Boss,”[/colour] Gerad replied as Silas transferred the promised credits to everyone. [colour=008000]”Be back in riky-tik time.”[/colour] Once again in his armour he set off into the city, using a map download as a guide. While he generally had little use for ‘Free Ports’ like this, he [i]did[/i] appreciate the lack of Customs while on a time crunch; most non-Garundin ‘civilized’ planets were a bit hesitant about letting someone as armed and armoured walk about.

As it was, he merely stumped away from the dock to an auto-cab and got in, setting the map for one of the larger arms bazaars. A few minutes later the dilapidated, but serviceable, speeder set down near the bazaar. Vendors were selling everything from easily concealable hold-out guns to shipboard main batteries…though from what Gerad was seeing on his armour’s sensors, some of those weapons were just barely stable piles of scrap.

Winding his way past vendors of all sorts, he made his way to his destination, an old cargo shuttle near the back, which had long ago been parted out of all its flight worthy components. Over the main cargo door was a sign, that in several common languages, simply said ‘Weapons’. Stepping through the hatch way, the crowded space inside had a few display pieces, but very little floor space as the counter was right close to the hatch. 

The proprietor was another garundin, though wearing a slightly older model of Militia armour. “Oi Militia, what ya need?” They called out as they saw Gerad. [colour=008000]”Oi Shoppie.”[/colour] He said in greeting. Crossing the tiny space, they reached out to one another and each grasped the other’s Main hands before touching their helmets together. [colour=008000]”Gerad, ‘lancer now, no been Militia since th’ Trylin Failure.”[/colour] There was an old hurt there, but it was a familiar pain that Gerad knew how to bear. “Tevan,” The shop owner replied, a whisper of pheromones through his armour filters said ‘female’. “Ancestors keep you.”

[colour=008000]”Preciate, Tevan.”[/colour] He replied, greeting and sympathies exchanged, Gerad got to business. [colour=008000]” ‘eard ye were th’ bes’ shoppie on dis rock fer true kit.”[/colour] Tevan smiled, her teeth bared in amusement. “Truth dat is, wat ye be lookin’ fer, ‘lancer-boy.”

[colour=008000]”Ionize fer my PRP ‘sall I really need. 100 rems should be tik.”[/colour] He replied. “Youngblood easy dat is,” Tevan said, tapping a few keys on a stand-alone console. “Tell ye wat, 2500 for th’ ionize, an’ I’ll toss this in.” Ducking below the counter for a moment, she came back up with a complete lensing array from a Militia VLA. “My 602 is all spic, an’ I wouldn’ trus’ this lotta cloud-lookers with tech this shiny… ‘side you been th’ firs’ o’ th’ People in me shop in [i]cycles[/i].”

Gerad stared at the array. At first he’d been all set to haggle Tevan down a bit, 2500 was a bit steep for 100 rems of ionizing medium, but the array…unless he was way off, it was [i]much[/i] newer than what he had. That said, he was a tad jealous that Tevan had a 602 series VLA; in the Militia the 602s had a near-legendary reputation for power and reliability, and any good Militia Trooper was more than willing to trade some the newer models versatility for a 602. Needless to say those that [i]did[/i] get one hung onto it for dear life.

[colour=008000]”[i]Dat[/i], Shoppie Tevan, is a might fine offer,”[/colour] He said after a moment. [colour=008000]”An’ I’d be Ancestor’s Damned if I said nay.”[/colour] Tevan rumbled in laughter and set to working up the order. After a farewell, Gerad stepped out of the old shuttle with a canister of ionize and a shiny new lensing array that he was [i]really[/i] looking forward to playing with. Back out in the bazaar, he made his way around, just in case there was something else interesting there.