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Post by Pazion on Jan 26, 2022 19:02:47 GMT -5
It was her little corner of the world. A small shop just on the edge of this small little outpost. A place where she could stay head deep into her works, only bothered when someone wanted to use one of her many bots in a job. Be it for contract work, general manpower, bodyguards, or a hit on someone. The small tuffle didn't care much to discriminate about what her drones were used for if she got to live her days without so much pressure and a bit of spending money. Maybe one day she'd get her own fancy ship.
The quiet workshop was violently interrupted by a large break in the front door. A heavy boot having shoved it wide open hard. The other side of that boot? A red-headed heran. Common among the spacefaring kinds as pirates, it's not unusual to see them swing by. The sentinel drones are popular after all for many port jackings. here though, it didn't seem the man in question was where to get friendly with the tech meister. Instead, their voice rose to a shout. Startling the small gal in the back rooms workshop.
"Hey, Paz! We need to talk!"
The heran demanded, carrying behind him a busted-up sentinel drone that he so graciously tossed on the floor. Since there was no one else around she was attending to excuse her absence of the place the purple lass pulled her mask up and stumbled around the corner, back around the counter. Looking up at the imposing man as he stood behind his broken piece of work.
"Hmmm? Is there something I can help you with?"
Oblivious to what the man would be doing bringing one of her drones in - which should already be broken down and scrapped into energy - she'd ask the obvious. He just chuckles and nudges the thing with his now resting boot.
"Your thing busted on me before the job. Nearly lost some of me crew because of it. Think I'll be takin' back what I owed ya."
Speaking of... The outside of her establishment had a few of these 'men' posted up around it. Loitering of course, but acting like they were having a casual conversation as to not look like the stake-up it was. The truffle then leans on the counter some and squints at her creation. obviously, something went wrong, right? Otherwise he wouldn't be trying to get his money back for a bad product. Right? Noone would be a scumbag to her nowadays, yeah?
"Oh yeeeeeah? Well, That's no good! Okay, okay, do you mind if I take a look over it first? I don't usually offer refunds, it's not in the contract or anything..."
The lady went around and exited from behind the counter. Pulling out a few tools from her generator out of thin air. All with the hopes of approaching this thing and quickly diagnosing its internals. He let it happen, just keeping a sharp set of eyes on her as she was knelt down and tinkering with the drone.
Well, it's not a fake. Too much effort to make the everything line up. But she notices very quickly through her own monitor that this thing had seen plenty of use. In fact, more than what she signed it up for. The end log shows very suspicious sudden discontinuation of the auto-refund system that's supposed to engage the drone into retrieval mode.
Someone had set up the drone to look faulty to get money out of her. The truffle remained, keeping up the allusions of diagnosing the thing for a bit longer after the fact with an anxious gulp. The pirate leaned further down to get a peak at what she was doing, raising their brows and smirking.
"Hurry it up! We don't wanna be having any trouble, would we?"
Clear threats. She found herself frozen. Would someone have caught onto the commotion and save her, or was she on her own?
Thread PL: 10,000
Current PL: 5 (Set with weights, IC her power comes from her tech.)
WC: 682
The quiet workshop was violently interrupted by a large break in the front door. A heavy boot having shoved it wide open hard. The other side of that boot? A red-headed heran. Common among the spacefaring kinds as pirates, it's not unusual to see them swing by. The sentinel drones are popular after all for many port jackings. here though, it didn't seem the man in question was where to get friendly with the tech meister. Instead, their voice rose to a shout. Startling the small gal in the back rooms workshop.
"Hey, Paz! We need to talk!"
The heran demanded, carrying behind him a busted-up sentinel drone that he so graciously tossed on the floor. Since there was no one else around she was attending to excuse her absence of the place the purple lass pulled her mask up and stumbled around the corner, back around the counter. Looking up at the imposing man as he stood behind his broken piece of work.
"Hmmm? Is there something I can help you with?"
Oblivious to what the man would be doing bringing one of her drones in - which should already be broken down and scrapped into energy - she'd ask the obvious. He just chuckles and nudges the thing with his now resting boot.
"Your thing busted on me before the job. Nearly lost some of me crew because of it. Think I'll be takin' back what I owed ya."
Speaking of... The outside of her establishment had a few of these 'men' posted up around it. Loitering of course, but acting like they were having a casual conversation as to not look like the stake-up it was. The truffle then leans on the counter some and squints at her creation. obviously, something went wrong, right? Otherwise he wouldn't be trying to get his money back for a bad product. Right? Noone would be a scumbag to her nowadays, yeah?
"Oh yeeeeeah? Well, That's no good! Okay, okay, do you mind if I take a look over it first? I don't usually offer refunds, it's not in the contract or anything..."
The lady went around and exited from behind the counter. Pulling out a few tools from her generator out of thin air. All with the hopes of approaching this thing and quickly diagnosing its internals. He let it happen, just keeping a sharp set of eyes on her as she was knelt down and tinkering with the drone.
Well, it's not a fake. Too much effort to make the everything line up. But she notices very quickly through her own monitor that this thing had seen plenty of use. In fact, more than what she signed it up for. The end log shows very suspicious sudden discontinuation of the auto-refund system that's supposed to engage the drone into retrieval mode.
Someone had set up the drone to look faulty to get money out of her. The truffle remained, keeping up the allusions of diagnosing the thing for a bit longer after the fact with an anxious gulp. The pirate leaned further down to get a peak at what she was doing, raising their brows and smirking.
"Hurry it up! We don't wanna be having any trouble, would we?"
Clear threats. She found herself frozen. Would someone have caught onto the commotion and save her, or was she on her own?
Thread PL: 10,000
Current PL: 5 (Set with weights, IC her power comes from her tech.)
WC: 682
