Posts: 665
Species: Makuta Kanohi: Johun/Mask of Rebounding Weapons and Equipment: Power Lance, Rotating Blades, Shadow Staff, Kanoka Launcher, Rhotuka Spinner -- right hand covered by a 380mm cannon
Posts: 665
Species: Makuta Kanohi: Johun/Mask of Rebounding Weapons and Equipment: Power Lance, Rotating Blades, Shadow Staff, Kanoka Launcher, Rhotuka Spinner -- right hand covered by a 380mm cannon
They enter the building and request an appointment with a representative authorized to make... large transactions.
This goes over without incedent. Said representative will be along in about a half-hour. [timeskip to when said representative gets there]
The unarmed one warmly meets the rep and tells the armed agents to stand guard outside.
"Hello. We belong to a faction of the Rogue Makuta Strikeforce -- we aren't afraid to use the name -- and we're not affiliated with Destral. We'd like to strike a deal that could keep both of us very happy."
This goes over without incedent. Said representative will be along in about a half-hour. [timeskip to when said representative gets there]
The unarmed one warmly meets the rep and tells the armed agents to stand guard outside.
"Hello. We belong to a faction of the Rogue Makuta Strikeforce -- we aren't afraid to use the name -- and we're not affiliated with Destral. We'd like to strike a deal that could keep both of us very happy."
The rep has a similar attitude. "Nynrah Arms is happy to receive your business. What deal do you refer to?"
Posts: 665
Species: Makuta Kanohi: Johun/Mask of Rebounding Weapons and Equipment: Power Lance, Rotating Blades, Shadow Staff, Kanoka Launcher, Rhotuka Spinner -- right hand covered by a 380mm cannon
The unarmed one warmly meets the rep and tells the armed agents to stand guard outside.
"Hello. We belong to a faction of the Rogue Makuta Strikeforce -- we aren't afraid to use the name -- and we're not affiliated with Destral. We'd like to strike a deal that could keep both of us very happy."
The rep has a similar attitude. "Nynrah Arms is happy to receive your business. What deal do you refer to?"
"You would be providing us some of your... larger weapons, and some small ones, too. In exchange, we'll not only pay you handsomely, but keep the Brotherhood out of your hair. I know that's been a problem for Xia. Now, the Makuta are trying to cozy up to people here again. That happened to Atero once, and the Makuta ended up putting tanks on the streets. Trust us... we're no more interested in that than you."
The rep has a similar attitude. "Nynrah Arms is happy to receive your business. What deal do you refer to?"
"You would be providing us some of your... larger weapons, and some small ones, too. In exchange, we'll not only pay you handsomely, but keep the Brotherhood out of your hair. I know that's been a problem for Xia. Now, the Makuta are trying to cozy up to people here again. That happened to Atero once, and the Makuta ended up putting tanks on the streets. Trust us... we're no more interested in that than you."
"Sounds fine. Here's a cataloge of our military-grade personnel weapons." The rep puts a black rectangle on the table and it projects a long list of weapons, sorted by category.
Carbatal heads to Nynrah arms to get some building supplies.
Most of the stuff he needs is in the back of their chain store.
He picks up some Protosteel nuts and bolts, a few barrels, some stocks and some crystals that can channel elemental and Kanohi powers. He heads for the checkout.
"You would be providing us some of your... larger weapons, and some small ones, too. In exchange, we'll not only pay you handsomely, but keep the Brotherhood out of your hair. I know that's been a problem for Xia. Now, the Makuta are trying to cozy up to people here again. That happened to Atero once, and the Makuta ended up putting tanks on the streets. Trust us... we're no more interested in that than you."
"Sounds fine. Here's a cataloge of our military-grade personnel weapons." The rep puts a black rectangle on the table and it projects a long list of weapons, sorted by category.
"I like it. We'll take it all. Enough to outfit a base of 225. Name your price -- in covert operations and cash."
"Sounds fine. Here's a cataloge of our military-grade personnel weapons." The rep puts a black rectangle on the table and it projects a long list of weapons, sorted by category.
"I like it. We'll take it all. Enough to outfit a base of 225. Name your price -- in covert operations and cash."
The rep quickly enters the desired order parameters and the machine outputs a price. He rapidly adjusts it to account for two "covert operation" coupons, and displays the total price.
"I like it. We'll take it all. Enough to outfit a base of 225. Name your price -- in covert operations and cash."
The rep quickly enters the desired order parameters and the machine outputs a price. He rapidly adjusts it to account for two "covert operation" coupons, and displays the total price.
The agent reaches behind him and seems to hold something invisible. Tapping it a few times, a briefcase un-Hunas. He opens it, revealing what appears to be a rare collection of the exsidian-Protosteel alloy: parts from the exterior of the Mata Nui robot.
"It's not enough to make a fortress, but it's a decent down payment and now the Makuta have less of it. We'll send more on delivery."
Last Edit: Jul 12, 2016 10:36:58 GMT -6 by Deleted
The rep quickly enters the desired order parameters and the machine outputs a price. He rapidly adjusts it to account for two "covert operation" coupons, and displays the total price.
The agent reaches behind him and seems to hold something invisible. Tapping it a few times, a briefcase un-Hunas. He opens it, revealing what appears to be a rare collection of the exsidian-Protosteel alloy: parts from the exterior of the Mata Nui robot.
"It's not enough to make a fortress, but it's a decent down payment and now the Makuta have less of it. We'll send more on delivery."
The rep examines the metal. "This should do. Nynrah Arms is pleased to do business with you. The weapons should be loaded onto a cargo ship within the day. Where are you located, so we know where to send the ship?
The agent reaches behind him and seems to hold something invisible. Tapping it a few times, a briefcase un-Hunas. He opens it, revealing what appears to be a rare collection of the exsidian-Protosteel alloy: parts from the exterior of the Mata Nui robot.
"It's not enough to make a fortress, but it's a decent down payment and now the Makuta have less of it. We'll send more on delivery."
The rep examines the metal. "This should do. Nynrah Arms is pleased to do business with you. The weapons should be loaded onto a cargo ship within the day. Where are you located, so we know where to send the ship?
"For reasons I am sure you'll understand, we are not willing to disclose our location at present. However, if you leave the shipment at the old External Headquarters near Atero, we will have a team there to pick it up.
The rep examines the metal. "This should do. Nynrah Arms is pleased to do business with you. The weapons should be loaded onto a cargo ship within the day. Where are you located, so we know where to send the ship?
"For reasons I am sure you'll understand, we are not willing to disclose our location at present. However, if you leave the shipment at the old External Headquarters near Atero, we will have a team there to pick it up.
"Understood. That's inland; We'll use an airship instead, then."
Most of the stuff he needs is in the back of their chain store.
He picks up some Protosteel nuts and bolts, a few barrels, some stocks and some crystals that can channel elemental and Kanohi powers. He heads for the checkout.
Carbatal starts to wonder when the people in front of him will be done, he starts to tap his foot on the floor.
The RMS leave only to encounter their old comrades from the Destral branch of the RMS. The head of their squad -- a large being of Axonn's species -- jovially gestures into an alleyway; the six agents behind him subtly reveal the heavy weapons under their uniforms. The unarmed member of Lariska's species folds to the suggestion and presents a forced smile, leading his compatriots casually into the alley.
The RMS leave only to encounter their old comrades from the Destral branch of the RMS. The head of their squad -- a large being of Axonn's species -- jovially gestures into an alleyway; the six agents behind him subtly reveal the heavy weapons under their uniforms. The unarmed member of Lariska's species folds to the suggestion and presents a forced smile, leading his compatriots casually into the alley.
Some street-savvy Vortixx notices this and in classic Xian fashion quickly ducks into a random shop, whereupon he shows a sudden interest in buying discount Kanohi. :lmbtongue:
The RMS leave only to encounter their old comrades from the Destral branch of the RMS. The head of their squad -- a large being of Axonn's species -- jovially gestures into an alleyway; the six agents behind him subtly reveal the heavy weapons under their uniforms. The unarmed member of Lariska's species folds to the suggestion and presents a forced smile, leading his compatriots casually into the alley.
The six agents cut off the alley's entrance, and their leader approaches the rogues' spokesperson, pulling his cap almost over his eyes. "You are guilty of treason, desertion, and theft of Brotherhood of Makuta property. What are your last words?"
The deserter scoffed and the Glatorian raised their Iron Launchers. "No--"
Tingtingtingtingtingtingtingting. The Glatorian are cut down by the other six agents, whose weapons were almost wholly silenced via Shelek on the barrel. The only sound was that of the large-caliber bullets striking their targets. The officer levels a Hagah Plasma cannon, but one agent propels himself forward with a Kakama and impales him through the head, pinning him to the wall.
"There will be no escape." The agent smiles a very poisonous smile and asks, "Now, did you have real last words? The deserter has none. His face is a pathetic picture of depraved anguish and regret. "Filthy," the agent spits. He turns and takes a toothpick from his uniform, then puts in his mouth, stepping out of the alley. Once he had left and was in view of the street, he nonchalantly gazed at the clouds.
"Kill him."
The only sound was that of the large-caliber bullets striking their target.
Last Edit: Jul 13, 2016 22:38:40 GMT -6 by Deleted
The RMS leave only to encounter their old comrades from the Destral branch of the RMS. The head of their squad -- a large being of Axonn's species -- jovially gestures into an alleyway; the six agents behind him subtly reveal the heavy weapons under their uniforms. The unarmed member of Lariska's species folds to the suggestion and presents a forced smile, leading his compatriots casually into the alley.
The six agents cut off the alley's entrance, and their leader approaches the rogues' spokesperson, pulling his cap almost over his eyes. "You are guilty of treason, desertion, and theft of Brotherhood of Makuta property. What are your last words?"
The deserter scoffed and the Glatorian raised their Iron Launchers. "No--"
Tingtingtingtingtingtingtingting. The Glatorian are cut down by the other six agents, whose weapons were almost wholly silenced via Shelek on the barrel. The only sound was that of the large-caliber bullets striking their targets. The officer levels a Hagah Plasma cannon, but one agent propels himself forward with a Kakama and impales him through the head, pinning him to the wall.
"There we be no escape." The agent smiles a very poisonous smile and asks, "Now, did you have real last words? The deserter has none. His face is a pathetic picture of depraved anguish and regret. "Filthy," the agent spits. He turns and takes a toothpick from his uniform, then puts in his mouth, stepping out of the alley. Once he had left and was in view of the street, he nonchalantly gazed at the clouds.
"Kill him."
The only sound was that of the large-caliber bullets striking their target.
Several Vortixx crossing the street look at him weird.
The proprieter of a nearby shop makes sure all of his weapons are in order and puts up a "CLOSED" sign.