Although Yoo-nit had no way of knowing for sure, the little toaster had a suspicion that the kenku had probably managed to lose his gun again. That occurrence seemed to be either an ongoing theme or running joke, depending on one's perspective. Whether or not Jet, the droid, those in the building both good and bad and the rest of the universe was better off with a unsupervised kenku with a blaster was highly likely.
However, there was a very remote chance the previous statement was untrue. Such a possibility was astronomical and it was hard for one to imagine a situation where anyone would be better off with Jet having a shooty thing including the kenku. Nonetheless, Yoo-nit's next move was to guide the kenku to more weapons ensuring further hilarity would likely ensue in addition to insurance premiums going up in this sector and one or more beings day ending badly.
Space Google gave a series of turns leading to one of the following scenarios:
1. A large tank like-robot that was not actually a vehicle at all and likely had many non-removable weapons that seemed to be sitting idly. It of course, was not, but this is another matter, especially when Jet attempts to go near it.
2. A random space merchant selling wares. The absurdity of this situation should be ignored, but the encounter should not if rolled.
3. There are guns. Lots of guns. Unfortunately, Yoo-nit failed to realize these weapons were also attached to a squad of rhino grunts.
4. Cleaning supplies, guns... same thing... at least to Yoo-nit, but hey, maybe something is flammable in here!
However, there was a very remote chance the previous statement was untrue. Such a possibility was astronomical and it was hard for one to imagine a situation where anyone would be better off with Jet having a shooty thing including the kenku. Nonetheless, Yoo-nit's next move was to guide the kenku to more weapons ensuring further hilarity would likely ensue in addition to insurance premiums going up in this sector and one or more beings day ending badly.
Space Google gave a series of turns leading to one of the following scenarios:
1. A large tank like-robot that was not actually a vehicle at all and likely had many non-removable weapons that seemed to be sitting idly. It of course, was not, but this is another matter, especially when Jet attempts to go near it.
2. A random space merchant selling wares. The absurdity of this situation should be ignored, but the encounter should not if rolled.
3. There are guns. Lots of guns. Unfortunately, Yoo-nit failed to realize these weapons were also attached to a squad of rhino grunts.
4. Cleaning supplies, guns... same thing... at least to Yoo-nit, but hey, maybe something is flammable in here!
rolled 1d4 and got a natural 2.
Note: What calamity occurs this time?
Should Jet follow the droid's directions, he encounters a cloaked man with his face covered as seen here.
If Jet ignores Yoo-nit and goes a different direction, when he comes out of the vents, he encounters a cloaked man with his face covered as seen here.
OOC: Yes, it is the same video clip and encounter.
If Jet ignores Yoo-nit and goes a different direction, when he comes out of the vents, he encounters a cloaked man with his face covered as seen here.
OOC: Yes, it is the same video clip and encounter.
Even Jet had lost track of how well armed he was at the moment. Let's see, he had sabotaged a few guns down there, but had he remembered to get one for himself?
…damn.
Well, he would find more shooty things sooner or later, there were a lot Rhinos here, and everyone brought their own and seemed to be willing to share.
Jet didn't know who Morton was, or what a Morton's Fork was, but even if he did, he had no way of knowing the universe forced him into one right now. Still thinking he had free will, he followed Yoo-nits directions.
It ended in what seemed to be a space kiosk.
Jet looked around for a vending machine, as a voice called him a stranger. Instinctively he went for his gun, but luckily, his instinct wasn't strong enough to send him back into the vent, through half of the space station, and back to the table where he left it. They only sent his hand to his side.
As a consolidation price, Jet formed a finger-gun and pointed it at the guy, that also was a stranger for him.
Suddenly, he wondered if he had forgotten to collect pay for all the guys he shot. Then he remembered that he had shot basically no one, he just had committed a bit of clean, friendly vehicular manslaughter.
Still, maybe the man had cheap wares. "Phased plasma rifle in the 40-watt range" Jet ordered in the hopeful tone of a time travelling killer-robot.
…damn.
Well, he would find more shooty things sooner or later, there were a lot Rhinos here, and everyone brought their own and seemed to be willing to share.
Jet didn't know who Morton was, or what a Morton's Fork was, but even if he did, he had no way of knowing the universe forced him into one right now. Still thinking he had free will, he followed Yoo-nits directions.
It ended in what seemed to be a space kiosk.
Jet looked around for a vending machine, as a voice called him a stranger. Instinctively he went for his gun, but luckily, his instinct wasn't strong enough to send him back into the vent, through half of the space station, and back to the table where he left it. They only sent his hand to his side.
As a consolidation price, Jet formed a finger-gun and pointed it at the guy, that also was a stranger for him.
Suddenly, he wondered if he had forgotten to collect pay for all the guys he shot. Then he remembered that he had shot basically no one, he just had committed a bit of clean, friendly vehicular manslaughter.
Still, maybe the man had cheap wares. "Phased plasma rifle in the 40-watt range" Jet ordered in the hopeful tone of a time travelling killer-robot.
"Over here, stranger," A cloaked man said stepping from the shadows as the kenku came out of the duct. "I got something that might interest ya!"
The mysterious merchant let out a loud chuckle and opened his trench coat. He ignored the kenku when he made the finger gun at him. The inner linings of his outerwear were covered in ammo, weapons and supplies. He was literally a one-man store. A sort of human(ish) kiosk. "Got a good selection of things on sale, stranger. So, what're ya buyin'?"
"Phased plasma rifle in the 40-watt range" Jet ordered in the hopeful tone of a time travelling killer-robot.
The hooded man produced the requested weapon with another hearty laugh. It was at that moment that Jet realized he may not have any space credits which could be problematic. Probably unknown to him, the droid had hacked his comlink and was listening in.
"Um...," a familiar voice suddenly said from where ever the communication device happened to be. Yoo-nit uploaded some credits into his digital space wallet. Space Paypal was a bit harder to do and sometimes had fees, so it did Space Venmo instead. Had Space Venmo been unavailable, its next choice would have been Space Ca$h App. How these funds had been sent and if they were legitimate was highly questionable, but the kenku now had more than adequate money to re-equip with.
The mysterious merchant let out a loud chuckle and opened his trench coat. He ignored the kenku when he made the finger gun at him. The inner linings of his outerwear were covered in ammo, weapons and supplies. He was literally a one-man store. A sort of human(ish) kiosk. "Got a good selection of things on sale, stranger. So, what're ya buyin'?"
"Phased plasma rifle in the 40-watt range" Jet ordered in the hopeful tone of a time travelling killer-robot.
The hooded man produced the requested weapon with another hearty laugh. It was at that moment that Jet realized he may not have any space credits which could be problematic. Probably unknown to him, the droid had hacked his comlink and was listening in.
"Um...," a familiar voice suddenly said from where ever the communication device happened to be. Yoo-nit uploaded some credits into his digital space wallet. Space Paypal was a bit harder to do and sometimes had fees, so it did Space Venmo instead. Had Space Venmo been unavailable, its next choice would have been Space Ca$h App. How these funds had been sent and if they were legitimate was highly questionable, but the kenku now had more than adequate money to re-equip with.
Jet's eyes widened at the weapon selection. His hands opened and closed, and Jet had to take a step back to avoid them from becoming overly grabby.
The Space Westinghouse M-25 40-watt Phased Plasma Pulse-Gun was a nice piece of weaponry, capable of melting all your problems, if your problems happened to be shotable.
Jet held the firm belief that all problems were shotable, if you just tried hard enough.
Still, he couldn't help but see the problems with this weapon. It was less bulky then the selection of Rhino weaponry he swiped and got rid off time and time again, but he needed something smaller, something easy to transport, something easy to put away.
Something he might not lose.
So he shook his head decidedly.
"Negative. Go back." he heard his old captain navigate a voice activated space computer often enough so he could easily say those words. Then he gave it a quick though.
"The greatest handgun ever made. The Cobra Single Beam Navy. Six cells. More than enough to kill anything that moves:" he instead went for a copy of his repeating blaster. It was small, mean, he could empty it by fanning the space hammer in under two seconds - sure, he didn't hit anything if he did, but he looked very cool missing every shot.
Jet made a complex plan. Alright, it was just 'grab the gun and run', but luckily just before he could do so, a 'ding' informed him that someone filled his account up with some space credits. Doing two little bird-hops forward, he smiled and presented his space mastercard in exchange for the gun.
The Space Westinghouse M-25 40-watt Phased Plasma Pulse-Gun was a nice piece of weaponry, capable of melting all your problems, if your problems happened to be shotable.
Jet held the firm belief that all problems were shotable, if you just tried hard enough.
Still, he couldn't help but see the problems with this weapon. It was less bulky then the selection of Rhino weaponry he swiped and got rid off time and time again, but he needed something smaller, something easy to transport, something easy to put away.
Something he might not lose.
So he shook his head decidedly.
"Negative. Go back." he heard his old captain navigate a voice activated space computer often enough so he could easily say those words. Then he gave it a quick though.
"The greatest handgun ever made. The Cobra Single Beam Navy. Six cells. More than enough to kill anything that moves:" he instead went for a copy of his repeating blaster. It was small, mean, he could empty it by fanning the space hammer in under two seconds - sure, he didn't hit anything if he did, but he looked very cool missing every shot.
Jet made a complex plan. Alright, it was just 'grab the gun and run', but luckily just before he could do so, a 'ding' informed him that someone filled his account up with some space credits. Doing two little bird-hops forward, he smiled and presented his space mastercard in exchange for the gun.
"Negative. Go back." he heard his old captain navigate a voice activated space computer often enough so he could easily say those words.
The weapon disappeared back into the mysterious salesman's cloak. "What're ya buyin'," the merchant asked again.
"The greatest handgun ever made. The Cobra Single Beam Navy. Six cells. More than enough to kill anything that moves:" he instead went for a copy of his repeating blaster. It was small, mean, he could empty it by fanning the space hammer in under two seconds - sure, he didn't hit anything if he did, but he looked very cool missing every shot.
"A fine choice, stranger," the merchant laughed.
Jet made a complex plan. Alright, it was just 'grab the gun and run', but luckily just before he could do so, a 'ding' informed him that someone filled his account up with some space credits. Doing two little bird-hops forward, he smiled and presented his space mastercard in exchange for the gun.
"Thank ya! Is that all stranger," The merchant inquired after quickly processing the payment.
Yoo-nit continued to listen in to the conversation while scanning the area for trouble. So far, the kenku wasn't in any immediate danger of another encounter, but he didn't need anyone else to find trouble. It seemed the kenku had a natural talent for causing his own calamity and trouble finding him. The little droid was anxious for Jet to get moving again. There was an Operator to save. Additionally, there were a lot of other people that needed saving. While they were not the priority, that would be an added bonus.
The weapon disappeared back into the mysterious salesman's cloak. "What're ya buyin'," the merchant asked again.
"The greatest handgun ever made. The Cobra Single Beam Navy. Six cells. More than enough to kill anything that moves:" he instead went for a copy of his repeating blaster. It was small, mean, he could empty it by fanning the space hammer in under two seconds - sure, he didn't hit anything if he did, but he looked very cool missing every shot.
"A fine choice, stranger," the merchant laughed.
Jet made a complex plan. Alright, it was just 'grab the gun and run', but luckily just before he could do so, a 'ding' informed him that someone filled his account up with some space credits. Doing two little bird-hops forward, he smiled and presented his space mastercard in exchange for the gun.
"Thank ya! Is that all stranger," The merchant inquired after quickly processing the payment.
Yoo-nit continued to listen in to the conversation while scanning the area for trouble. So far, the kenku wasn't in any immediate danger of another encounter, but he didn't need anyone else to find trouble. It seemed the kenku had a natural talent for causing his own calamity and trouble finding him. The little droid was anxious for Jet to get moving again. There was an Operator to save. Additionally, there were a lot of other people that needed saving. While they were not the priority, that would be an added bonus.
Jet took the gun and instantly started swirling it around, showing off his skills as a gunslinger.
He span it forward, backwards, cocked the hammer, threw it up in the air, caught it behind his back, threw it up again, looked around where it had gone, picked it up from behind that cupboard, threw it up again and caught it.
All while playing his own awesome 80s steel guitar theme music. Being a kenku was awesome!
He gave the merchant a bow, before opening up the cylinder of his repeater. People complained that modern lasers didn't technically need cylinders, that the time of revolvers was long past the space age, but whoever designed the Cobra would answer: Yeah, but in your gun where do the batteries go?
Jet certainly found it calming to feed six space-AAA-batteries (sold seperately) into the cylinder, rotating it and making it swing shut with a motion that he probably had practiced in front of the mirror.
Satisfied that with his poncho and repeater he once again was a space outlaw, Jet gave the merchant a bow.
"Thank ya!" he repeated back to him. "That all, stranger."
Jet gave the arsenal yet another look. Shouldn't he get the mega-detonator as well?
No, said the training manual for the space navy, that had a whole page dedicated to a sketch of the grenade and the four words "Don't use on spaceships" in red, large lettering.
No, said 9 out of 10 doctors, agreeing that this grenade was bad for your health.
Yes, said Jet's heart.
No, said his account with the space bank, so he decided to reluctantly leave and search for more adventures.
Now that he had a gun to swing around, Jet moved around the station with swagger once more. He aimed it at all the corners of every room and floor he entered, a good tactical move - if he wouldn't lead entering the new room with a very unnecessary and flashy combat roll, that probably would just draw gunfire if it was an actual combat.
"Um…" he finally said to Yoo-nit in the voice of a space toaster.
He had no idea where he was anymore after five minutes of tactical operatoring.
He span it forward, backwards, cocked the hammer, threw it up in the air, caught it behind his back, threw it up again, looked around where it had gone, picked it up from behind that cupboard, threw it up again and caught it.
All while playing his own awesome 80s steel guitar theme music. Being a kenku was awesome!
He gave the merchant a bow, before opening up the cylinder of his repeater. People complained that modern lasers didn't technically need cylinders, that the time of revolvers was long past the space age, but whoever designed the Cobra would answer: Yeah, but in your gun where do the batteries go?
Jet certainly found it calming to feed six space-AAA-batteries (sold seperately) into the cylinder, rotating it and making it swing shut with a motion that he probably had practiced in front of the mirror.
Satisfied that with his poncho and repeater he once again was a space outlaw, Jet gave the merchant a bow.
"Thank ya!" he repeated back to him. "That all, stranger."
Jet gave the arsenal yet another look. Shouldn't he get the mega-detonator as well?
No, said the training manual for the space navy, that had a whole page dedicated to a sketch of the grenade and the four words "Don't use on spaceships" in red, large lettering.
No, said 9 out of 10 doctors, agreeing that this grenade was bad for your health.
Yes, said Jet's heart.
No, said his account with the space bank, so he decided to reluctantly leave and search for more adventures.
Now that he had a gun to swing around, Jet moved around the station with swagger once more. He aimed it at all the corners of every room and floor he entered, a good tactical move - if he wouldn't lead entering the new room with a very unnecessary and flashy combat roll, that probably would just draw gunfire if it was an actual combat.
"Um…" he finally said to Yoo-nit in the voice of a space toaster.
He had no idea where he was anymore after five minutes of tactical operatoring.
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