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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/18/2016 11:55:42 PM
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"Ok, that's the last of them."
Cannon grabs a bacta pad and tapes it over the wound.
"No about your arm..."
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"Yeah.... Bout that... What can you do for it?"
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The Mandalorian removes his helmet, revealing his heavily scarred face (Jango Fett clone). "Well, depends on what you want and what your budget is. Anything from synthetic to possibly cloning you a new one. I'll see what I have. Until then, try to stay awake. I'm still not convinced your system took those hits as well as you're acting." He starts to rummage through some crates. "Didn't catch your name. I'm Cannon, Cannon Lok."
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"I'm Grant. Ranger Grant. New California Republic, 34th Battalion, Ranger Station Omega. And my budget would be around ten thousand NCR dollars."
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"Ok... No idea what that adds up to in credits. You might be able to afford a decent grade synthetic for that, assuming it's anywhere near 10,000 creds." He rummages through a crate of odds and ends. "You said you had a family?" He asks, attempting at small talk as he works.
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"Yeah. Two daughters. Neither of them are mine. Adopted them both. One's name is Elvis Rosegold, other is Pan. Don't know Pan's last name. They're both batshit insane, but I'll be damned if I don't love 'em."
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Cannon freezes, blushing slightly at the mention of Pan's name. "You're Pan's dad? Well, in that case this one's on the house, sir. I got some beskar in the cargo hold, could plate the arm woth it for you. Assuming you don't just want a cloned arm, that is." He moves to another crate, marked with some odd runes, and opens it.
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"Don't think I didn't see you blush. You and Pan got something going on? Not that I mind. I ain't gonna control her life. She's an adult, after all."
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"Yeah. I mean no. I mean... Well, we're close. I like her, a lot. And I'm pretty sure she likes me too." Cannon stumbles over his words, cursing himself mentally. "Anyways, beskar plated arm?"
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[b]I chuckle for a second. Seems like Pan was getting around these days.[/b] "Yeah, kid. Let's go with that. You're the expert here, I'll let you make the decisions."
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Cannon smirks. "Alright. How would you feel about an indestructible arm with a 20 ton grip?"
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"Christ... Sounds fûcking awesome."
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"Oh vod, you have no kriffing idea. I got to make a good impression on my girlfriend's father, right?" Cannon laughs as he pulls out an old BL Legionare droid arm and begins to tamper with it. "It'll take me a day or two to finish. You should probably stay here until you've recovered. Whoever the shab did this to you may come back, and you'd need help in your current state."
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"Aight. I'll just be here." [spoiler]Timeskip to when it's done?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Sure.[/spoiler] (Spongebob anouncer voice) [b][i][u]THE NEXT DAY[/u][/i][/b] Cannon attached the last couple wires in the arm. "Alright, should be good. Can you feel this?" He takes a small steel scalpel and pokes the robotic hand.
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"Yeah." [b]I stretch out my new arm a bit, just getting a feel for it.[/b] "Damn fine work there."
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"Alright, you should be able to turn the nerves off by thinking it. Try now." He pokes the hand again.
