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A Violent Purchase from the Masked Merchant
"Monsier means sir in my native language," he stated, bowing his head. "I’m from…"
What was the best way to explain his origin to this stranger?
"It”s not important, but it’s not somewhere you can find in this universe," he muttered. "In terms of the blades, all I have is standard metals, perhaps a few enchanted ones, but—vibroblades aren’t really a thing where I’m from, so I’m afraid I don’t stock them."
Or really even know what they are.
Ad’ika pulled his small, silenced blaster from the holster resting at his waist, keeping it pointed at the ground. “What are you, some wannabe Jedi or something? ‘Enchanted blades’ sounds like a load of bas neral.” Suddenly Ad’ika heard a small alarm go off inside his helmet. He dropped his rangefinder down to his eye. The HUD opened on his helmet as he turned away from the masked merchant. It was hard to read everything because of the circuit damage, but it was clear that his pursuers were growing close. He raised the RF stalk and returned his gaze to the merchant. “I’ll take your ‘magic weapons’ off your hands, cat boy,” he said as his hands began to tremble slightly with fear and anger.
A Violent Purchase from the Masked Merchant
Something that could kill. Zacharie didn’t really dabble in weapons since the Batter—no chance of someone using the weapons you sold to them to hurt the people you care about if you don’t have weapons to sell.
He did still have a few Inspirations and Expirations, and he carried a regular supply of knives and daggers. He didn’t think that would be any good to the man with the gun and weird technology, but it was worth a shot.
"Knives and daggers and other blades. That’s what I’ve got," he stated. "Not as advanced as the weapon I see you already have, but good for close combat and no need to reload and carry ammunition," he explained. "You have to forgive me, monsieur, I’m not from this—ah—world."
Ad’ika was slightly surprised that the merchant was from a different system considering the blatant lack of technology. “Are we talking blades or vibroblades? Some cheap metal won’t cut through durosteel,” he said rapping his knuckles against his chest plate. “What system are you from anyways? Your apparel is strange, and I’ve travelled the outer rim extensively.” Ad’ika studied the merchant as he spoke. He was hoping the merchant at least knew what a vibroblade was. He figured that if the merchant still acted clueless he would take a few blades free of charge as compensation for this poor customer service. “And why the hell do you keep called me ‘monsieur’? What language is that?”
A Violent Purchase from the Masked Merchant
To be quite honest, some of the technical terms went way over his head.
"I—" He hesitated, noting the other’s subtle yet hostile behavior. Did he want to be the next person to tell the other no?
"You’re welcome to look through my wares," he said, motioning at the table where his inventory was laid out, "Though the terms don’t seem familiar to me. My apologies; where else have you checked?"
Ad’ika let out a slight sigh as the merchant gestured towards the table. He glanced at Zacharie’s items and saw nothing of use. “Haar’chak! Nothing here,” he shouted as he slammed his fist on the table. “You! Ulik boy! What is this di’kutla junk? Where are the engineers around here? I need to move fast before my vode find me!” Ad’ika was now becoming desperate. The Ordos would find him soon, and he needed to be prepared. He was out of fuel on his fighter, and running was getting him nowhere. He wanted to yell at Zacharie more, but it was clear he was clueless. Ad’ika realized that’s what happens when you make a stand on a backwater planet. “Alright, let me be clear. If you can’t fix this,” he said pointing to his RF stalk, “then sell me something that can kill. Can you do that or do I need to give you some motivation?” Ad’ika let his hand fall on the holstered blaster resting at his side.
A Violent Purchase from the Masked Merchant
Zacharie turned towards the man who addressed him, eyeing the strange armor warily. Well, he’d seen stranger. It was one of the hazards of traveling the various files and worlds as much as he had.
"Oui, monsier," he stated, bowing at the waist with a grand flourish. "I’m Zacharie. What can I do for you today?"
Already he was running n inventory list in his mind of everything he had that the strange armored man would possibly want from his limited wares.
Ad'ika raised his eyebrow curiously at the merchant, despite the fact that his face was hidden. "Right... My circuitry on my range finder got fried," he said pointing at the antenna attached to his helmet. "You got the fix for that? Also, if you happen to have any small vibroblades I could use a new one. Everyone else in this sad excuse for a market has no idea what I'm even talking about. I hope you're not like the rest of them. I'm in no mood to deal with more di'kute today," he finished, clenching his fist as he spoke. He was on the run, and needed to make repairs fast.
A Violent Purchase from the Masked Merchant
Ad’ika walked somewhat hastily through the market. He knew what he was looking for, but had struck out at every vendor thus far. He knew that his time was running short, so he “persuaded” one of the other merchants to tell him who his best bet was. This led him to the man with the mask over his face. Ad’ika would have seen it as strange, but the large durasteel helmet covering his face proved he had absolutely no room to talk. He approached the masked merchant slowly as he spoke. “You Zacharie? I hear you’re the man I need to talk to about some items I need.”
So for those (all two of you) who follow me, you should know that I will be using this blog for roleplaying my Mando as well as posting costume updates. If that isn't your thing or if you find my writing to be poor, go ahead and unfollow me.
Sorry I have not been very active on here. Having a new dog can put costuming on he back burner for a bit, especially when you and that dog live in a tiny apartment in Laramie with no room to work on my kit. I should be getting more pieces soon for my kit!
My First Troop
Okay, so I went to my first troop this weekend with Cerar Clan of the Mandalorian Mercs. It was the JDRF walk which my Alor'Ad allowed me to join in unofficially down in Denver. I figured it would be fun, but I never expected it to be as amazing as it was. Seeing the look on children's faces when they saw all the star wars characters walking around they lit up! They were so happy to see us, and the kids that were participating were so excited to see us waiting at the finish line.
On top of that; seeing the 501st costumes was absolutely incredible. I now have an even higher grade to aspire to when it comes to my costume. Mine is slowly looking like a solid costume, but theirs look like they walked right out of a Star Wars movie. It was an amazing day to say the least!
The updated kit as of earlier this month!
First round of modding done. The gun has been cut, hollowed, and the logos sanded off. Now for a round of paint to see how it looks and if it will need further modding done to it!
I found a good shirt that should work well with my flight suit for a vest! Also I found my template!
Found a decent pair of boots to use! Best part is no laces or brand names to cover up!
Here are the beginning materials. I've got the flight suit for the base. The bins will be my plates, and the guns will be modded to become my blaster! Let the hard part begin!