Post by Psilon on Mar 23, 2021 13:11:29 GMT -5
On the Broiling Moon, somewhere in the Factory District, is a shop well known to most locals. A pawn shop that not only pawnbrokers but sells various other items at prices far better than they would go for on Planet Arcose. The reason that the shop is able to sell these items is thanks to the other side of the business. A mercenary guild comprised only of machines and robots, abandoned by their original creators and now working as contract killers for profit and parts. The mercenaries are able to be paid in Zeni or goods, and it doesn't matter if the goods are stolen or not, as long as they are worth the set price of the contract.
This shop is called Rustbrokers.
Once a factory of some corporate bastard, it has been completely remodeled to hold and display items of many various sizes. In the front are smaller items on display, pawned scouters and antique memorabilia, along with various other knicks and knacks. In the back are the larger items, from furniture to vehicle parts. Even an old spaceship model is up on display, though the inside has been stripped completely leaving just the ship's outer shell. Beyond the display hall are a few rooms used for either extra storage or private charging stations for Rustbroker mercs inbetween jobs. And finally, overlooking the entire factory floor with the most unsafe-looking set of metal stairs, is an office attached to the ceiling.
It's in this office that you can usually find Psilon when they're not out on business. The rustbucket with the unassuming appearance was the owner of Rustbrokers, and managed both the pawnbroking and the mercenary guild. It was a profitable double business, and a satisfying one at that.
Psilon was currently pacing around their office, silently processing recent information. A few days ago they had taken a trip to the Crystal Casino and met two Arcosians, one that seemed as if he was on a path straight for the throne of Arcose. The robot had never been involved with politics, and in fact made it a point that Rustbroker mercs never took jobs that involved political figures. Normally, that's just asking for all kinds of trouble. But this time around, Psilon was definitely tempted to get involved with the ongoing race. They were just having a difficult time assessing the balance of risks and profits that would come with said race.
This shop is called Rustbrokers.
Once a factory of some corporate bastard, it has been completely remodeled to hold and display items of many various sizes. In the front are smaller items on display, pawned scouters and antique memorabilia, along with various other knicks and knacks. In the back are the larger items, from furniture to vehicle parts. Even an old spaceship model is up on display, though the inside has been stripped completely leaving just the ship's outer shell. Beyond the display hall are a few rooms used for either extra storage or private charging stations for Rustbroker mercs inbetween jobs. And finally, overlooking the entire factory floor with the most unsafe-looking set of metal stairs, is an office attached to the ceiling.
It's in this office that you can usually find Psilon when they're not out on business. The rustbucket with the unassuming appearance was the owner of Rustbrokers, and managed both the pawnbroking and the mercenary guild. It was a profitable double business, and a satisfying one at that.
Psilon was currently pacing around their office, silently processing recent information. A few days ago they had taken a trip to the Crystal Casino and met two Arcosians, one that seemed as if he was on a path straight for the throne of Arcose. The robot had never been involved with politics, and in fact made it a point that Rustbroker mercs never took jobs that involved political figures. Normally, that's just asking for all kinds of trouble. But this time around, Psilon was definitely tempted to get involved with the ongoing race. They were just having a difficult time assessing the balance of risks and profits that would come with said race.