Asaca's Story

The door opened and anpother set of footfalls rang on the floor, these were softer thasn most, lighter, liek a youjng ewoman with purpose. However those footfalls were also entering with a low crusing in a strange langauge as the woman forgot to duck {again} and deanted the doorframe. The two meter tall woman had her bow in one hand and her free ghand was holding back a small flow of blood.

She went right to the counter but saw two customers that day, and Issac working with a soldier type that made her nervous, She looked briefly to Issac and nodded just barely noticable by the soldier, but the store owner she worked with clearly understood, she'd see to the boy. Setting her bow on her right wrist where it collapsed on itself a few times until forming what looked like an armored fist she turned to the boy "Do you need anything ?" Her soft voice had a tone to it that meant 'business first then pleasure'

She took in the boy, compared to her height he was pretty much a dwarf or a hobbit or something, maybe even shorter. Then again she towered over even Issac.

As the blonde boy was about to carefully grab the handgun, he was startled by a voice asking about an ID. He jumps his hand back and switches his attention to the gruff looking store clerk. He can only blink in astonishment at his sudden appearance. After a moment he reaches into his pocket and brings out a gold and forest green business card, flashing the insignia of an upper class political family known as the Edison's.

With his family crest in hand he looks around to the sound of another person entering the shop. Instantly his heartbeat increased, as the sight of a full blown soldier wielding a rifle walks in. He keeps his expression clear, but having this guy make him look like an amateur set off the kid's temper.

His fingers clentched onto his crest tighter until a woman now gets his attention. He exhales to clear his emotions and points at the handgun he was interested in. He didn't know what kind of gun it was, but he thought it was called a Glock or something.

He says nothing to this woman but puts his identification on the counter, which when scanned would reveal most of his personal information and the personal firearms permits he had bought to legally buy guns, but they had only just been activated the day before.

Outside the lone gunshop in the middle of nowhere, what could be described as a jet engine cut through the silence outside.

Elanna had ordered a personal request of the pilot before they returned to the Nightraven, She wanted to swing by On Target and say goodbye to Isaac, an individual of whom she had been acquainted with while she was on Terra.

"Swinging around now, sir." The Pilot chimed in, as he guided the Imperial Aschen Condor VTOL around the building below, the back hatch opening as Elanna held on, wind kicking round her hair, while her right hand kept her service cap secure atop her head. Unlike the colorful sundress she had on prior, she was in the dark grey and blue trim uniform of the Imperial Aschen Navy.

The VTOL made touchdown, her engines idling as Elanna stepped off.

"One Millicenton!" Elanna shouted, before she made her way to the front doors of the ship, which opened with a chime.

There was a handful of people, she remembered Asaca from their previous encounter, but this time Elanna looked the part, done up and ready for battle it seemed.

She waited quietly for Isaac to finish with his customers, before greeting him with a smile.

The Lieutenant looked at the weapons dealer, his tone cold and without remorse, "If I wanted another weapon I would have asked for another weapon. as for money I have enough to pay for what I need." he set a holographic data chip on the table that basically did the same thing as a Debit Card. "As for the smoke grenades I need visual concealment only. I don't need my quarry choking to death before I take him in."

The soldier patted his rifle affectionately, "Besides, This rifle has seen us live through thousands of battles. why would I get rid of it?"

Issac's brow furrowed, he hadn't suggested a replacement weapon for the man, merely asked which type of ammunition he required, odd thing of a marksmen of any sort.

"Let me rephrase ;what sort of ammunition are you looking for in the 7.62x51 uso? I've got standard military surplus USO, but if you were looking for something with a bit much punch or a tad more accurate we could probably find something."

Issac grinned hearing Asaca curse , he hadn't been around her very long but had started picking up her langue pretty quickly thanks to the linguistic's software he had installed. The cyborg waved her over to the youngman.

The door chimed again, and Issac had to do a double take.

Miss Elanna all in uniform, that was a change of pace. In the back of his mind he knew she'd be leaving soon but he had come to enjoy her company. He gave a small wave and saddened smile before returning his attention to his customer.

"I've got a couple m18's in the back for your smoke, but i've also got some old 3ns' , tho that is tear gas."

he stared at the cyborg blankly through his helmet. "im looking for high velocity armor piercing rounds. and for the smoke, the m18's will work. and do you happen to sell gun cleaning kits?" he stood back pulling out a few holographic currency cards setting them on the counter as well. I believe this should cover it?"

"You sell all kinds of things don't you, Isaac." Elanna commented as she moved up to the counter, looking down at the box, and then to the strange armored man beside her.

"Haven't seen your kind around here before." She said, addressing Cristopher directly. "You're not Heg, or Coalition, and you're not from any armed forces I've come into contact with." She said, before turning her attention to Isaac, producing a small wad of Aschen currency, 500 cubit denominations mostly.

"I wanted to repay you for our friend's destruction of everything, and of course me vaporizing your targets." She said, placing the currency on the counter.

"I'm going back to Langara tonight, I'm headed to the Nightraven right now; actually. Probably won't see you again, but I'm glad there are at least some people on this world who don't judge us."

Cris loaded a clip, pulling the bolt back and loading a round into the chamber. "I was a Helgen soldier. though I work now as a private soldier for hire." he replied as he slung his rifle over his shoulder.

his voice turned cold, "my quarry, is whoever someone hire's me to kill. and if you're not going to hire me there need be no further info given on the matter."

He quickly pocketed the rounds and grenades and turned to walk out. "oh and if you ever come across anyone who needs an armed guard or assassin, tell them Cris says hello."

Fortunately someone there knew something was up; Something felt off, With a nod towards the boy Asaca went and retrieved the grenades desired. But whe nthe man turned to leave the shop after so blatenly speaking about himself. It made her worried for the outside world. So she simply stood in front of the only way out. Her towering form blocking the only exit as her bow formed on her right hand with a low hum ready for use, the Pretahuman wasnt going to let this guy rain hell on innocents unless it was required.

After all, assassins never went around telling others they were killers for hire, that was bad for business, And Asaca knew that businesses in sucvh a field kept their killers completely secret, most didnt know they were killers until they got their orders. She blocked the exit, but she saw Elenna there, the woman from the day before. A kind lady, someone Asaca actually enjoyed the company of

The Preta didnt know about the Aschen other then word of mouth, and to meet one to dispell the rumors that they were cold hearted killers was actually a wonderful thing because after meeting Elenna, Asaca found her view of the Aschen was actually right on the money, only a small group of them were cold hearted killers, not all of them. It all depended on which one she met, in this case Elenna wasnt mean; she could defend herself sure, but she wasnt outright mean. She was actually quite nice and good natured

So if Elenna wished to leave, Asaca could let her by without a problem, but this soldier type made her nervous. What made things worse that, this was a gun store, and she doubted the man had been there before very much if even near one whatsoever. Infact, if it came to blows, she could easily put him on his ass, but there was the boy in that store too wishing to puirchase a gun, his permits were all up to date with no errors, so if it came to blows, the boy was at risk. She was not going to allow that

Nathaniel waited for the woman and the gun he wanted to look at. But as he stood there arms crossed the energy in the room seemed to change. He recognized this tension, he felt it every time his parents were about to have another argument. Turning around he sees the girl who had been helping him standing in front of the door, a strange woman at the counter just a few feet down from him, and that odd soldier loading his rifle.

He wasn't trained in the use of weaponry yet, nor had he been around many firearms, but he always thought that it was customary not to load a firearm indoors, especially in a store and doubly so in a gun store. Maybe he was wrong, but the sight of it made the hair on his neck stand on end.

He turned back around to face the hand gun counter but didn't feel comfortable and kept shifting his weight and the placement of his hands. He took this time to look through the other handguns, but for the most part he had no idea what he was looking at.

Issac collected the currency from the Helgan and slipped it under the register to be converted later; it was always a pain in the ass to convert the electronic currency into hard cash , but hey money was money.

" You know, it might just be a cultural difference, but folk in Terra don't take kindly to those simply proclaiming they kill folks for currency." As if to answer Issac's statement Asaca moved to block the Helgan's path. This was not a place to have a fight...

" Asaca, let him by, please." The old cyborg's request almost sounded like an order until he added the please. He'd have to talk to her later about this whole mess. Yes the Helgan was likely going to kill someone, but then again so was almost anyone who ever entered this store. Hell Issac had been responsible for a number of one-way tickets.. But this wasn't their job to stop anyone, if she really felt like he needed to be stopped he'd show her how they had to deal with this sorta thing.

Issac moved to go chat with Elanna, in doing so he passed by the case the boy had been looking at. He paused only a second to unlock the glass case. In one fluid motion Issac took the glock 19 the boy had been looking at out of the case, and cleared the weapon before setting it on the mat infront of the boy.

"Pardon sir, tad busy today, If you need anymore help, give us a shout." The grizzly cyborg offered the young man a friendly smile before moving passed him.

" Don't worry about yesterday, shit happens." He offered , leaning against a counter to talk with Elanna .

Nathaniel took a step back as the sudden appearance of the shop clerk taking out the gun and placing it in front of him was a bit fast. He felt a little out of his league already from the trained movements of this man. Reaching for the gun, it felt awkward and heavy in his hand. As he tried to aim it with one hand the nose of the gun dipped with his wrist from the weight, his finger on the trigger as if he was to shoot an imaginary target on the wall.

He clentched his teeth in defeat and pulled his arm closer now, looking down at the fire arm with frustration. He knew he couldn't use it properly, and it showed. But that was partially the reason why he came here. Setting the gun down on the mat again he takes a look at a poster on the wall, advertising the gun range out back. He looks over to the nearest employee and jestures them over.

He spoke now for the first time since being here, his voice whispery from disuse and young to the sound but still identifiably male. "How much for the... gun, ammunition and some time at the range?"

"That it does." Elanna replied, leaning on the counter and watching her surroundings.

"You've got quite the clientele here." She said, keeping her eyes on Nathaniel. "Looks a little young to be buying a gun; either way I wanted to give you this before I shipped out." She said, gesturing for a Staffer to approach with a large briefcase.

He set the briefcase on the counter, before turning it to Isaac and opening it. Inside the briefcase was a rifle, it was not a typical Aschen disruptor rifle, and while it had the same design features of an Aschen weapon, it appeared more closely related to a coilgun-firearm hybrid.

"This is the first time someone outside a laboratory has set eyes on this weapon. Project Darkstorm." She said, pulling the weapon out of the foam mold it was in. "Eight, point eight Micrometron tungsten tipped ferric projectile accelerated to exceptionally high velocities, can put a round clean through steel plate at a hundred metrons." She said.

"Not as powerful as a Disruptor, but theoretically more reliable."

Asaca nodded when Issac asked her to let the man by, as much as she hated doing so she did just that. Stepping over to the counter she heard the boy speak. She went thoughtful fgor a brief moment. "I am not sure how the currency here works. But for the range and training should you need it can be figured out later." His papers were all in order. she could let issac handle the rest. As she didnt know how Issac handlked the range other then letting her use her bow, which she wanted to strengthen the poundage, the piaon wire she had bought that morning still needed installation

Piano wire, for a bow string, Can we say "one wrong move and cut your fingers off ?" Very good class!

Issac nodded thoughtfully looking over the rifle, interesting indeed, a question tickle din the back of his mind however as she spoke.
If no one else had seen this outside of aschen military personal wouldn't this be consider classified, eh best not look a gift horse in the mouth...

He over heard Asaca, " We've got a currency converter at the register, Range fee's are posted under the register Asaca, but go a head and just charge him for the ammo, if you'd like, you can observe him while me and ms Elanna Discuss some things. " The old cyborg suggested.

" I'm sad to hear you're leavin, it's nice havin folks to chat with, more so when their company is enjoyable" He gave her a sly smile, but it quickly vanished as he moved on." Anyhow since you brought something I might as well give you what I have been workin on follow me?" He asked as he started towards the stair way.

The door opened again with a clunk and a slender hand locked it open. A few seconds later and a woman dressed in black cloth, mixed with ghold and gray, with what looked like a very high tech longbow on her belt of all places, lumbered into the store. A massive heavy crate on her back. "Issac, orders here! The hell did you order this time ? Cement shots ?"

The woman set the crate on the ground before the desk, briefly nodding to the new arrival, "Greetings. Welcome to the store." To say Asaca was a pretty girl was an understantement, at nearly seven feet tall, and apparently armed with a very ornate bow of some form that could easily fold down only made things more interesting.

Other then the bow on her belt rather then her back, there wasnt really much to note, no arrows to speak of, wait. Did the bow use arrows ? Yup, though most arrows used ended upo destroyed when inconact with her targets

Lilith looked at this Issac with a raised eyebrow wondering if there was a low floor behind the counter or if this guy was doing something back there before dismissing that line of thought to gazing at the pistols and such before walking up to get a closer look at them "hmm..." she hummed to herself in contemplation before taking the blue orb out of its cage and holding it in the palm of her hand as it turned into a VERY old lookin' flintlock pistol "been thinking of getting something new for a while....should i?" she looked at the revolvers closely. examining the selection

The greying marksmen hefted a case onto the shelf behind the counter. It was about six feet long, made of steel and had some nice latches on it. He hummed quietly as the newcomer looked over his ware, he was a subscriber to the idea people wanted to be left alone, and if they needed your help they'd get ya. To Lilith, Issac would look as flesh and blood as anyone unless she had some way to see what was under his skin.

There were several revolvers in the case, ranging from simple break action to more exotic things, like one near what she had been looking at. The revolver had a slab barrel, ported to help further reduce recoil. The roller mark under the cylinder read " IS- M97 Cal 45LCIA" Then a serial number followed just above the darkly stained wood grips.

A warning flashed in the corner of his vision, magic was being used by someone. He turned with a smile just in time to see the Flintlock appear in her hands. He frowned a bit, clearly curious. " Hmm, well that all depends. Are you happy with the weapon you currently have?" He asked, his blue, artificial, eyes taking her appearance in. She seemed comfortable with her weapon, and her gear. But it also seemed she'd stretched that gear as far as she could. perhaps she didn't like letting things go... or couldn't afford to let them go.

His attention turned to Asaca when she entered the door. " Ah that'd be the receivers from GPA and the reloading equipment, You should have told me it was here I could have helped. " The man said before turning his attention back to Lilith.

Asaca smirked, since Issac let her stay in the apartment above the shop in return for helping out it gave her a place to call home for the time being. "No chance to do so" she replied to the cyborg as she reached down to her bow on her belt, unlatching it the thing sprang into its natural frame. Clearly a mechianical if not steampunk weapon. "Im gonna need more 50 inch arrows. Did the supply come in yet ?" Asaca had been constantly experimenting with arrow lengths and anything short of 50" only served to harm herself or explode outright when fired from her extremely high tension bow.

Amber eyes turned slightly at the show of magic, flintlocks, she hadnt seen weapons like that in.... well since before she left home back in the Transil Hills almost five years before! Her parents had such weapons, her parents enemies had such weapons. However she had no idea her youngest sister survived the attack on their home five years before.

Her gaze went back to Issac, please let that arrow order be here wemnt thruogh her head, 50" arrows, an inch and a half round, were stronger then the basic 44" arrows at a half inch round, they were more durable, longer, and in a means, heavier

Lilith looked up at Issac and remained silent for a few seconds before responding with a small smile
"while it has some sentimental value as it used to belong to an old friend i haven't used it frequently in a very long time due to it's antiquity and the fact that i can only fire it once before having to reload it, despite the fact that magic helps speed the process up due to not needing bullets for it, it's still a hassle and makes me have to supplement it with other means of magic. i plan to hold onto it but i'm looking for something a bit more practical and up to date"