Post by Monci on Jul 3, 2023 21:58:57 GMT -5
|Routine Control|
PL: 22'000
In the shadier parts of the Bebi market, suppliers kept their finest wares only for the most trustworthy of customers. It was a tight network of connections held to utmost secrecy and any slip of the tongue would see the culprit banned from ever trading, sometimes under the threat of having their reputation ruined. This, in Tuffle culture, was social suicide. What exactly did they sell? Parts of all kinds, rare to come by by virtue or their components or simply because they were heavily regulated. Prototypes of all sorts, certainly stolen from some other laboratories or blueprints acquired in a similar fashion.
Despite his upstanding nature, Monci had managed to secure himself a spot in this particular network of people. Primarily because his own work on destron would be impossible without acquiring the needed parts from these suppliers. Work on the project was under scrutiny by the local experts and authorities and no one without the appropriate accreditations would be allowed in the labs. Given that particular hurdle, Monci had no choice but to secure these from the black market.
He had made his purchase and was going back to his place now. Even if he were to be inspected, it would be hard for authorities to pin the pieces to any kind of work related to destron. Specialized plates made for electromagnetic fields, coils and stabilizers. While hard to procure in day to day life, he could certainly use his relations to the labs he worked with to be cleared of any suspicion. Still, keeping low was what he prioritized. He did look a bit nervous, clutching his bag as he walked, head looking towards the ground.
Whispers in the crowd mentioned a lone Saiyan patrolling the streets. Here? Now? Of all places? Maybe it was due to shock, but Monci couldn’t help but say audibly:
“What’s a Saiyan doing here??”