Buckshot Services - Open for Business! (Open)

After separating from Ward; the duo of Zerori and Zuqetta had decided to go their separate ways for the time being. Zerori hadn't elaborated on her plans, but Zuqetta also felt no need to argue with her. Now on her lonesome, Zuqetta found herself somewhat at a loss for what to do next. There was always the option of simply returning to Zerori's home and lazing around with Zriracha, but after the things Ward said, it simply didn't feel right to continue down such an aimless path. With her magic now hiding her Ki from being sensed, sneaking into Sadala was also an option; but it also wasn't as though there was anything to gain in doing so. As such, Zuqetta now found herself in the familiar surroundings of the happily lawless Mercenary Outpost.

Walking down the dirty streets with her hood drawn, Zuqetta attempted to maintain a low profile; something that was surprisingly easy to do, all things considered. While she had lamented her new lack of energy that could be sensed at first, she was now seeing the benefits of it. Still, it made intimidation tactics that much more annoying when those who might confront her found her lacking any discernible energy at all; it was definitely something she would need to fix at some point.

She would stop for just a moment on her walk; giving a heavy sigh as she questioned the differences between magic and Ki. So lost in thought was she, that she hadn't even taken notice of the rather loud ramblings going on as she approached; at least, not until a shout was aimed directly at her.

"W-what...?" Zuqetta would respond startled, with a bit of a dumbfound expression, "Me? What about me??" She questioned, pointing at herself before examining the individual in question and his strange setup.

While at first she was worried that it may have been someone attempting to oust her as a criminal; she then remembered exactly where she was, the den of criminals. Taking notice of the sign, it wasn't too difficult to piece two and two together; though, having missed the mans rant, Zuqetta found herself at a loss for what kind of services the man was attempting to offer.

"Name my price huh?" Zuqetta would remark curiously as she placed her hands into her pockets and mulled over the situation, "Mind elaboratin' further about the 'services' you provide?" She would ask; keeping her hood on and head low to hide her face as she looked beneath it towards the man.

She was small, had no energy that could be sensed or read by devices, and was dressed incredibly strangely for any Saiyan; still, Zuqetta hoped these nuances wouldn't dissuade the man from taking her seriously. While she wasn't necessarily in the market for an assassin or arsonist; depending on the mans skills, she hoped she might be able to make use of his services for a low price. While she couldn't be easily tracked, it didn't change the fact that her face may have been known. Because of this, entering a major city in broad daylight might have been a pain; but perhaps this man would be able to help with that.

Though the man seemed annoyed with Zuqetta's request at first, she was happy to see that he was still willing to indulge her. It was a bit funny to be referred to as "ma'am" however; something that elicited a stifled bit of laughter from Zuqetta as she followed to the seat Buckshot offered. Already Zuqetta found herself a bit more intrigued as she witnessed the technology the man used; something so similar, and yet so foreign. It reminded her of the capsules from Earth that she herself used, but it seemed Buckshot had his own unique and interesting take on the idea. Curiosity of the further secrets his tech held was already more than enough to keep Zuqetta's attention, and easily helped her to pay attention as he explained his business venture.

"Hm, becomin' a mercenary seems ta be pretty popular these days." Zuqetta remarked from her seated position as she watched the mans display of strength with awe and interest.

Zuqetta's gaze would track upwards to the suddenly appearing vehicle; only to be met with the incredible spectacle of of Buckshot's companion ripping through it. It was an interesting show to say the least, and Zuqetta found herself clapping at the end of the performance. What would catch her off guard however would be the companion; while she had expected it to be the mans partner, it was instead an animal of some kind.

"D'aw, so friendly~!" Zuqetta would remark happily as she looked upon the strangely familiar creature, before sending a sharpened, teasing grin towards Buckshot, "Hehe, don't worry, I believe ya. And the show of strength was convincin' enough!" She'd continue, sitting up in her char properly and crossing her arms, "From the sounds of it though, seems ya mostly offer confrontational type services; which is well and good, don't get me wrong! Hmmm, but I'm actually lookin' for somethin' a bit more covert." She would explain; pausing momentarily as she mulled over the information for a moment.

She currently had no capsules, and wasn't bound for Earth anytime soon to procure more; worse yet, with how difficult it was for her to travel the major cities, her supplies were sure to dwindle. With the skills she'd just seen however, Zuqetta found herself wondering if this man would be suitable for some minor smuggling and information gathering. With her scouter lost at the battle of Hatchi City, she found herself at an even further disadvantage for information than she ever had before. While procuring another scouter at the Outpost wouldn't have been a difficult task; customizing a new one the same as her previous would be.

"Hehe, if you've got the skills though, how would ya feel about steppin' foot in a recent war zone for me?" Zuqetta would ask with a pleasant smile as her tail twitched about, "And if money's really all you're after, heh, well don't worry, I've got plenty of that!" She'd finish smugly, hoping to assuage any of the mans reservations about taking a job from her.

Zuqetta was happy to hear of Buckshot's enthusiasm for the request; and was even more impressed to hear him state such work as his specialty. Nothing however, would be more surprising than what the man would do next; in a quick demonstration, Buckshot would show proof to his boasting. Zuqetta would watch with widened eyes and tempered excitement; doing her best to maintain her curiosity in an attempt to keep the discussion on a more professional level. To see someone do what even Earth's Capsule technology couldn't do however was almost mind boggling, and just proved how much more interesting and insane technology there was out in the ever expanding universe.

"Impressive, incredibly impressive!" Zuqetta would say excitedly as Buckshot ended his demonstration, "This changes things! Earth capsules are convenient, but what you can do is an absolute game changer!" She would continue as she stood from her seat and began to examine the man and his machine.

Judging from what she'd seen, the technology was likely impossible for her to replicate; as least not to the degree that Buckshot had perfected his art. The urge to take it all apart to learn how it all ticked was strong, but not stronger than the good senses that told her how rude and wrong that would have been. As well, there was the fact that he wasn't a Saiyan; even if she could replicate the technology, there was no guarantee that she could use it in the same manner. If she wanted access to such technology, there was only one way to have it.

"You've demonstrated MORE than enough!" Zuqetta would say with a wide grin, "Formally now, I'd like ta hire you for your services!" She'd state, placing her hand out before her in the hopes that Buckshot would do the same; shaking hands if he did, consecrating the agreement.

"The request I have is simple, if not a bit altered from my original intention now that I've seen your skills..." Zuqetta would begin, before taking a look around and spying a familiar bar down the path, "But lets not talk here out in the street, hehe, lets get some drinks while we discuss the assignment!" She'd finish cheerily, giving a slight gesture to the nearby bar to gauge Buckshots interest in the change of venue.