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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/17/2017 10:36:10 PM
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She pushed the down button.
She waited for the rules to pop up.
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An VI in the form of a young woman showed up, as she began to explain. “Welcome to the Black Market. Here, you may trade, mingle, and potentially beat up people from across the Multiverse. Only two rules apply to this area; any extraterrestrial Power, such as the Force, Magic Of almost any kind, or Guardian abilities, is neutralized whilst in the Black Market. Any attempt to get these powers will swiftly end up having you life end before your eyes. The second rule is to not ‘slaughter’ anyone in a massacre-like state. This will end with, once more, your Swift death. Enjoy your time at the Black Market, Reyna.” The VI told her, a little communincator being given to Reyna. “This shall be used if you’d like to see the various shops more in-depth, or if you need any additional assistance.” The VI told her, signing off, as the elevator doors opened, to reveal a plethora of species and people, mingling with one another, lots of shops all around her that she could go to...
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She sighed at her cousin in code. "Guardians? Magic? Extraterrestrial? What even is this planet? ¿Infierno?" She asked herself. She stepped out of the elevator.
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“That...I cannot tell you.” The VI said through the communicator, as some of the various people there...Sullustans and a few Wookiees from Star Wars, a few bandits from Pandora, and various other species gave her looks. They’d probably never seen someone from the Dojo’s universe before...at least most of them were.
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[spoiler]She is from Halo Universe[/spoiler] Reyna walked toward a nearby illegal weapons shop. "Hey, couz? Can you give me info on the range of weapon types from this shop?" She asked. Surely, the VI would have noticed that Reyna was really an AI in an exo body with Spartan armor.
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[spoiler]Gotcha.[/spoiler] It was a salarian she was talking to. "Ah; you must be new to the Black Market. Different vendors sell different things here; I sell SMGs and Pistols, there's a Krogan straight ahead, real popular guy; sells Assault Rifles, Blasters, and Shotguns. There's a Wookie who sells explosive stuff. Dahl representative sells elemental weapons. And I know there's someone around here with snipers. Human, really loves them." The salarian explained.
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"Any Covenant tech? Or Forerunner tech. Or fusions," Reyna asked.
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“I believe there’s a vendor a couple shops from here that might have Covenant tech. Forerunner tech’s expensive, but you should find some in a shop around two blocks away. And if you’re talking about fusion rifles, there’s someone representing some nihilistic ‘Dead Orbit’ a few vendors down.” The Salarian explained.
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"Okay. Was talking about fusions of forerunner and human tech, but... whatever." She walked to the shop two blocks away, as described where the covenant tech was.
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She arrived at a crowd of people, specifically Salarian and Quarians, all in a line that was depleting rather quickly.
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She waited in line.
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The lien quickly depleted itself, the vendor himself being human, a normal UNSC Assault Rifle slung on his back. “Welcome to the Covenant’s Haven, where we seek all your damn shit belonging to the Covenant, ripped straight from them and brought into our hands; what could I get ya?” He asks.
