Mavros-Mart.

What? You don't like the idea of being able to Felnasport whatever and whoever you want at the universal speed limit?

I'll edit.

Carreg is now hanging from the ceiling with a desperate hold on his gun.

He's spouting complete gibberish about the division of classes.

Carreg continues spouting gibberish about not using capitalist currency and holds onto the weapon like his life depends on it.

"We shall pay the People's compensation -- you shall receive your equal share of the goods of this city when the allotted time approaches."

The NAtoran shakes his head and examines the shop's goods.

The NAtoran flips through the pages, looking at vahki, maxilos, and other robots.

"Really? Cool!"
He continues reading.
"I think I'll come back later then..."
He walks out, reading intently.

"Vahki are easy to make, and Maxilios are a grain of sand heavier in the work load required... but if you want something that'll blow people's minds away -and up- we have the ULTIMATE MODEL! Are you interested?" The sale bot's voice dropped in those final words, adding a dark allure to what he had to offer.

"Vahki and Maxilios are mere sticks and stones compared to our Magna droids! Through careful study of the fighting techniques and powes of beings across time, Mavros has created the last drone you will ever need! Their unique structure leaves them immune to most controlling elements, and their weapons pull ammo out of a specific pocket dimension for nearly unlimited ammo! Don't let me forget about their support capabilities; Through their 360 cameras, they can project Hau shields around allies, cloak them, heal them, and even improve their combative strengths such as agility and aim!" The sale bot lifted his face to the ceiling. "Ah, Mavros. The true master of protodermis."