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[i]A van flew in the hangar of the Alamo.
It landed in a hangar near the front of the ship, setting down peacefully.
As it landed, the side door slid open and Management stepped out. He yelled back inside the van.[/i]
"Brave! Set up!"
[i]Management hit a button on the back of the van, and a canopy expanded on the sliding door's side. It went out about 5 metres before stopping.
He pulled a rug out of the van and rolled it along the ground. It covered the entire span of the canopy.
He plugged in a cord hanging from the canopy and a strand of lights lit up.
Afterwards, he hung a golden helix sign.[/i]
"Welp."
[i]He fluttered his wings.[/i]
"Open for business!"
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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[b]A male [url=http://pre02.deviantart.net/73a3/th/pre/f/2013/196/d/5/hunter_one_resize_by_emilisb-d6dmp6i.jpg]robot[/url] stood in the middle of the hangar with a hint of confusion as his head darted around. The bot had some variation of the [url=http://orig09.deviantart.net/9670/f/2012/005/0/2/neo_nam_m14_by_somenavyseals-d4lfsdi.png]m14[/url] on its back, several different types of grenades on its front belt, and some sort of [url=http://www.airsoftspecops.com/docs/Science%20Fiction%20Airsoft%20Guns.html.files.hidden/WE%20Silver%20Dragon%207%20A.jpg]secondary[/url] on the hip. The bot spots the van and decides to walk towards the owners.[/b] "Hello."
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[b][i]Management turns to look at the robot.[/i][/b] "Hoooool-eee crap you are old tech!" [i][b]Management says, stepping back a bit.[/b][/i]
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"Old? Oh, yeah the jacket is very old from what I can tell. I can guarantee that my parts are still very advanced and unique. I'm the only one of my kind because those who made me seemed to have dissipated."
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[b][i]Management laughed.[/i][/b] "Only one of your kind-- ha! You're funny." [b][i]Management looked at him.[/i][/b] "Oh, you're serious." [b][i]Management hid a grin.[/i][/b] "Anyway, do you want to look around?"
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[spoiler]No, he is. They are actually others that look like him, but he's still one of a kind for unknown reasons.[/spoiler] "Only way you'd think there's more than one of me is if you can travel between universes. Can you? That's very fascinating if you can!"
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[b][i]Management looked around, slightly nervous.[/i][/b] "Oh, come on! Parallel universes don't exist..." "Now, want to see our stock?"
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"Yes, they do...in a way. My friend Bror described and showed them to me once, but he didn't make much sense. Also, I'd be delighted to see what you have on stock."
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"Then come in!"
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[b]The robot walks into the store and looks around. The robot has an expression of curiosity and seems intrigued.[/b] ".....I have no idea what most of this is."
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"Well, then what do you want?" [b][i]Management placed his hand on the middle row of shelves. It glowed a bright yellow, and it dimmed until a completely new stock of items appeared.[/i][/b] "Could you use some..." [i][b]Management looked him up and down.[/b][/i] "Newer... parts?"
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"No, my parts work together in a way that makes it impossible to upgrade in anyway. Or...so Bror said. Maybe you have some interesting marksmen rifles? I actually do need some sort of close quarters weapon."
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[b][i]Management remembered his time as a robot.[/i][/b] "Well, look at this special snowflake..." [b][i]He whispered to himself. He placed his hand back on the shelf and the stock changed again. This time, an assortment of weapons and weapon attachments sat there.[/i][/b] "Pick some things out. Build-a-deadly-firearm." [b][i]Management's tone had become more sarcastic.[/i][/b]
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"Now that I think about it, do you have any fascinating knives or swords or hatchets?"
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[b][i]Management's eyes lowered and he sighed.[/i][/b] "Yeah, we have anything. You tap the shelf this time. Try it out."
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[b]He taps the shelf and a bunch of bladed weapons come out.[/b] "Oh, cool. Anything you suggest?"
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"Well, we do have..." [b][i]Management reached to grab a small handle.[/i][/b] "This!"
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"Cool....What is it?"
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[b][i]The blade extended about three feet away, then extending two curving blades. Suddenly, Management did an impressive display. He threw the axe into a wall, where it stuck.[/i][/b] "That."
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"Cool....What can it cut through? What is it made of? What's the cost?"
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"I'm not done yet." [b][i]Management pulled the axe from the wall. It ignited, and he swung it around some more. He went outside and kicked a large metal pole in the air. As it fell, he spun and sliced it in half.[/i][/b] "Titanium. 150 Credits."
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"I can give you 145."
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"No."
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"....How well does it go through hardlight shields?"
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"It's five credits. And nothing passes through hard light, you should know that."
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"I mean can it break the shields, you should know what I mean."
