[u][i][b]Buy a Gun Already![/b][/i][/u] [u][i]Dojo Gates, 1500 Hours[/i][/u] [i]Well apart from whatever chaos happens in the dojo, it is relatively peaceful from the outside to say the least. The scent of freshly cut grass, birds chirping, defense turrets holding position, ready to fire at any potential threat. Not that they were needed; many Dojo members would be willing to fight whatever comes out. But today won't exactly be a time for fighting. At least not to the midget pulling a strange cart behind him, a small airplane-shaped drone-robot following him. The midget was breathing heavily, as the trip to the dojo probably took a toll on him. Sighing, he gets to the gates, and starts opening up the cart. The cart, folded, was about eight feet by six feet by four feet, however as it unfolds it reveals a white tarp covering, extended counter space, a cash register, the like so it became twenty feet by sixteen feet by nine feet, in total. The midget hums to himself as he takes a strange stick out. The stick is yellow and white, about ten inches long. Pointing it under the counter, it seems to teleport multiple strange machine components, their uses unknown. On a rack behind him, he does the same to reveal many types of guns, grenades, none look exactly alike. Happily humming to himself under his mask, he turns the closed sign to it's open side[/i]