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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by jj1042:
10/28/2016 3:42:30 AM
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Vernon lets out an audible sigh, but more out of relief than frustration.
"Actually, that got a name change. It's Dissidan Station, now. But yeah... after the Coalition fell, I was on my own for a while. I worked on the station, did some exploring... and then came back here for a little while. Insanity finally left me, although he's pestering another poor bastard now."
Vernon seems a bit caught up in memories, but then he remembers Jackson.
"Oh, yeah. How's Wolfe's boy?"
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Oh I forgot, you actually had a second voice in your head. [i]he laughed.[/i] See that's the fun part about being batsh*t insane, you really can't go much farther.
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"Yeah... I guess. I've been recovering to a semi-normal state, though... on a completely different topic, how's Wolfe's boy? You mentioned him." Vernon seemed especially curious. He always liked Jackson, and was sympathetic to him.
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He's.... well, he's himself. Too quiet. Almost kinda boring. I know sh*t's goin' in but he won't let me in, can't get him to spill anything. [i]Wilson sounded mildly aggravated.[/i]
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"Hm... takes after his dad, I guess." Vernon reaches up to the underside of his helmet, removing it with both hands. His revealed face shows tired eyes, and a large purple mark going across his left cheekbone. Upon closer examination, the mark spreads to Vernon's temple and outer eye-socket. Although, it is a little harder to discern. "So, other than you doing... whatever it is you do besides killing and working on death machines, what's being going on lately?"
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Dude that's a f*ckin' nasty bruise. What's ya do? Get into a fight you couldn't win? [i]he asked with a laugh.[/i]
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Vernon seemed confused for just a second, before realizing what Wilson was talking about. "Oh, that. I won, don't worry. He just got a little lucky and pistol-whipped me, that's all. As a little payback, I 'whipped' his shooting hand with my sword. Probably bled out by now, but I dunno, I didn't really care if he lived and got away."
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Ain't good to leave your enemies runnin' around, kid.... [i]He said, sounding mildly serious.[/i]
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Vernon smiled a little bit at that statement, and then shook his head. "That wasn't his only injury. The wounds he had... only someone like you or Jackson could survive those. And he was definitely not you or Jackson. I gave him a quick scan before I left, he had lost a lot of blood when I was done. He shouldn't have tried to hurt a civilian."
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I'm just sayin', confirm your kills. Lot easier that way.
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"Duly noted. Guess I've gotten lazy since I've been around here." Vernon frowns slightly, disappointed with himself. "Good thing I'm back, I can train. Anyway, what're you got for sale? I could use some explosives to modify my missiles."
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I got guns, explosives, chemicals, you name it. Probably all illegal and stole, but, we ain't goin' there. [i]he said.[/i]
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"Hang on one second... have you ever stolen from my Station?" Vernon stared down Wilson's visor, almost like he was trying to see Wilson's eyes behind it.
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[spoiler]Wilson doesn't have a visor, the X-01 is the helmet with the eyes that are normal[/spoiler] [i]Expression unreadable, Wilson laughed.[/i] For me to know and you to probably not find out.
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[spoiler]Oh, right. I wasn't even thinking about the armor Wilson wore.[/spoiler] Vernon's expression lightens somewhat, and he chuckles. "I'll take that as a 'yes.' I can make more anyway. Show me your top three most high-yield explosives that you've got."
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We talkin' nuclear or clean? I've got lots of both. [i]he said.[/i]
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"Clean. I'm trying to modify the missiles I carry in the suit; so I'd prefer not to incinerate myself and everything else within a few miles."
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Well, if we're lookin' at suit-mounted, I'd look into somethin' along the lines of a SMAW rocket. Good anti-tank weapon, the warhead's fairly small and safe. You want just explosives, I've been foolin' around with some explosive gel, got a cocktail of it whipped up. Safe stuff, dries quick after application, and has one hell of a punch. And as usual, I've got some random plasma 'nades laying around.
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"Mind if I see some of that gel? Sounds like something out of a video game, or a comic book. I just need to scan it, is all."
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Nah, real deal. They use it for breaching doors. Also use the strips too. [i]He entered the gunship, and came back out a few moments later with a gasoline can full of the stuff, and a strange gauntlet piece that was low and flat with two nozzles at the ends.[/i]
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Vernon puts his helmet on momentarily, scanning both the items, and then takes it back off. "Huh, that's pretty neat. And that gauntlet is to deploy it, of course... How much you want for it?"
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How much do you have? [i]he retorted, a predatory nature to his voice.[/i]
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Vernon started to laugh, finding the question to be more of a joke. "You're kidding, right? Up front, I'll give you 400. Or, if you do actually have a bank account somewhere outside of Vegas, I can transfer funds... to a certain point."
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$400? Jesus Christ, Rick Harrison! Hell no. I oughta blow your f*ckin' brains out for insulting my taste in weapons. I can sell this back home for $7500 easy. [i]He was clearly not happy about being offered low prices.[/i]
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Vernon smiled a little bit, attempting to not let Wilson see. He knew that 400 would hardly cover a piece of the gauntlet, much less the entire thing plus the gel. He just enjoyed getting a kick out of Wilson, sometimes. "All right, all right, calm down. I can cover that, easy. Lemme just hop out of my suit so that I can grab my wallet." Vernon then disengaged the suit, and it opened up in a manner similar to Wilson's power armor. Vernon then got out, and reached into his pocket. He pulled his wallet out, and then produced the necessary currency. "7500, as requested." He then put his hand out to Wilson. Being outside of the suit revealed that the suit actually was quite thick, adding at least an inch and a half of armor in its thinnest area.
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[i]Wilson took the money, counting through it quickly, then sliding it into his bandolier. Looking back up, he gestured to the gel and the gauntlet piece, as if to say, "take 'em."[/i]
