It took several stops at several shops before they came across a garage that wasn't busy for the next ten days or more. It seemed that the Slugorth had been busy in the swamps lately. The place was Hernacito's Repair, Salvage, and Tow. The sign, one of those fancy electronic billboards over the building, plainly stated mechanics on duty with immediate availability, first come is first served.

When Jennifer and Hawkins came out of the battered Mountaineer they were met by a tall man in his fifties. He wore a greasy pair of coveralls with Hernacito over the left pocket. He looked at the Mountaineer and whistled shrilly.

"I hope there were survivors." He said as he walked past them and surveyed the damage. "It's been a while since I've seen something this beaten keep rolling."

Without asking he went inside as they pair was left to look at each of curiously.

"Excuse me." A female's voice drew their attention.

She was short, young, and had a definite family resemblance to Hernacito. He name tag read Juanita. She looked at Hawkins and he realized she was figuring it out; he was a cyborg. She then scrutinized Jennifer and genuinely seemed confused.

"Alright, then, dad has his own ways but he is damn fine operator." She said. "I handle the electronics and I do some cybernetics on the side. How can we help you folks?"

Jen had hit the shower in her room, spending some time enjoying the feeling of the clean water sliding over her skin.  Taking some time to tidy up and get refreshed, storing the battered armour in a sack and putting on clean clothing, a mustard yellow button up shirt of heavy cotton and a tan leather short jacket, flowing red yellow and purple patched ankle length skirt, accompanied by tough expensive quality walking boots.  Sunglasses and a wide brimmed tan hat to shade the eyes and protect her head, with an air filter lower face mask wrapped in a red and white bandana at the neck.  The gauntlet with the hooked blades was on her right arm though the blades were retracted, a little show of self defense, though walking along side a combat borg would likely be enough to keep trouble at bay.

Meeting the engineer Hernacito Jen gave a bright friendly smile.

Luckily no one was badly injured, apart from the poor Mountaineer.  Systems are mostly in good shape but the armour is shot and the hull punctured. Blinking a little as the guy left she gave a shrug and a questioning glance to Hawkins, then turning to the new voice gave a smile to young woman.

Holding out a hand, Hi, I'm Jen. Giving a little nod, I know, being able to talk with the machines is very different from dealing with people, I find it hard myself sometimes.  What we need is the hull resealed, new plating on the damage sight and the system incidentals repaired, stuff I couldn't do on the road.  Bigger possible project would be to have the powerplant exchanged from battery to a mini nuclear one.  Failing repairs and refurbishment then a look at part exchange for a new ride.  But a little reluctant to let her go as she's carried us through some intense stuff.

Hawkins nodded along. As usual when she was in the mood to talk Jenn was good at it.

"Fusion Engine may be beyond our budget just now but if you do any of the NG comfort upgrades or similar we like to know."

Hernacito came out the Mountaineer. He was punching data into a hand terminal. When he heard Hawkins mention upgrades his face came up to look the pair.

"You are hard on the gear." He said. "Looks like a bug attack some kind. A real mess. By my calculations you are going to need one hundred seventy two thousand, four hundred eleven dollars in repairs and parts. I'm a generous man so I'll call it one seventy two even. You'll need that four hundred eleven around here."

He waved to a nearby mechanic to draw his attention and said, "Hey, Mannie, grab the catalogues."

He turned to Hawkins and said, "I can order the upgrades from NG if you want. It will take a few weeks to get here. But, in town we have access to several suppliers who make comparable upgrades and the cost in about the same. Only, you won't have to pay those excessive shipping costs. And those I can start working on right away. Well, once I get her patched up and painted. What color you want?"

Listening to the prognosis Jen was happy that the plucky vehicle was repairable.  Looking over at Hawkins with a lift of an eyebrow.

How does that look in the budget?  As for colour, I'm very much a fan of something earthy toned as a base.  Also less likely to be eye catching when we're out and about, non brand upgrades sound good and would save time.  Better living area and a mini galley would be handy to make things a little more comfy for travel.

"We can handle it and Killian won't even have to settle for an armored speedo."

"Urban Dark Earth if you have it. If not then go 3/2 mix of Brown Violet and Dunklegelb."

"Also is there a habitat module available for a dog? A regular one, not a gloomy humanoid one."
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Hernacito typed as fast as they talked. He smiled. No nodded. He pulled a personal comm and made a quick call. Cussed someone on the other end of the call in Spanish. Then smiled again. More typing. Then he looked up at the pair.

"I can do flat violet with dunklegelb or olive drab brown and dunkelgeld. Anything else raises the price. My supplier doesn't have brown violet." He told them. "I can set up a galley and a habitat module, and one for a pet up to one hundred pounds with a canine preference. Armor, control surfaces, new seals, gotta replace that door, the turret ring is ruined, and the toilet needs new plumbing. Including the paint. And, well, hell if you can pay out by Friday (three days away) I can have it ready by earlier Saturday afternoon."

 Hawkins is tall and Jenn smells like nothing else around town, which together means that Killian can pick them out of the crowd on his way back, veering towards the duo and the sales assistant without haste, offering an only slightly gloomy (he must have been looking forwards to that speedo) "Priced up the recharge and armour. Recharge's a little cheaper than home, armour repairs a little more expensive, plus I may have a line on some equipment. How's the truck going?"

"We're just discussing color."

Speaking to Hernacito.

"Go with the ODB/Dunklegelb mix"

OOC: The vehicle paint color that is Olive-Drab Brown is called Brown-Violet. Makes no sense I know but Kevin Siembieda doesn't own the patent for illogic.

Then back to Killian.

"We need to add a Comm unit of some kind for you to our shopping list."

 "I quite like MarPat myself, but my eyes don't work quite the same way as yours." Killian mentions off-handedly, while nodding "And yeah, I figure when I get my helmet fixed we'll include one, although I have a line on some appropriately sized gear. When we're all together, I'll fill folks in."

Yes that colour will do fine.  Internal decorations I'll take care of.

With Killian's arrival she offers a smile and nod.

Glad to hear you found out what you needed.  Don't know whether to have my armour repaired or just get a whole new suit, not much left in it that's for sure.  Hmmm, you have yours sorted I'd be happy to add some flare if you want.   Same goes for you Hawkins, always happy to add a little artistry to anything that might want it.

Looking up at Hawkins as she spoke the last words and tapping the decoration on her hook bladed bracer.

"I'll think on that. I'm not usually big on flare but maybe it'll help with the new business."

In reply to Hawkins (msg # 9):

(OOC: I wondered if anyone besides you and I would know that.)

"So, do we have a deal. I need to know by four." He said. "I have to call Lenny to order the paint and some of the fittings before it runs low. And he raises the price."

  Douglas had taken his time walking the streets towards the first garage.  Once he had their location from his radio call, it was on to the next destination.  He arrived shortly after Killian, just in time to hear Jennifer & Hawkins talking about flare.  Not wanting to interrupt them, or the mechanic after, he gave a friendly smile & wave, then waited off to the side.

 "I'll have to transfer some pieces over if I get a new set. Probably. Not sure until I see what I'm dealing with, really." Killian allows, a little out of sorts but basically keeping a civil attitude as best he can when half the city is staring at the back of his head as if waiting for him to go wild and the other half seems to be staring at the back of his head as though waiting for him to keel over.

Looking up and Hawkins Jen nods after the mechanic made his statement.

I think we can go ahead with things as long as you agree on the price there Hawkins.

Unfortunately Jen was not sure how much money they had, and had never been a good haggler either.  Noticing Douglas' arrival she lifts a hand to wave and offers a smile with it.

Hawkins simply nodded at Hernacito and transferred the deposit electronically.

The hand computer Hernacito was holding chimed. He looked up at them and smiled, saying, "Sweet. baby call the shop and tell your mother to fire up the CNC presses. We got work to do. You folks are welcome to hang out, but no business here please. I have to live here when you leave."

"Armor next."

"You've got a lead Kilian so lead on."

 "There's a guy." begins Killian, with his ears flicking both ways as though to make sure that no-one's in place to overhear them (not that the existence of cybernetic implants for eavesdropping makes that a sure thing) "Who apparently smuggles CS gear out of the 'burbs. Thing is, I get the feeling that it's an underground thing in these parts. Moreover, I have no idea what it's going to cost. On the other hand, I did also get a lead on a service for service program. Some of the Hunstville places will offer discounts, credit or cash for tasks performed on their behalf."

Jen nods as they move away from the garage leaving the mountaineer to get fixed up.

Ok.  That's good, we might be able to get some more funds like that while we're here then.  What about normal armour and repairs?

"Hey," a woman said from a doorway. She, too, was wearing a set of work coveralls with the name Helga above her large breasts. "If you are looking for work, go over to the Co-Op. It's the big building two blocks east. You can't miss it, its brick, blue, and has a lot of window out front."

"Thank you."

  Douglas walked along with the others, content to watch & listen for now.  His head kept turning this way & that, keen to see all the sights, shops, & people.  His demeanor was relaxed, but he was still on the lookout for the kind of trouble that could be found in cities.  Princess was never further than arms reach, usually on his left.  Crowded cities always made her a little anxious, but she was still wagging her tail happily.  The map he grabbed earlier was in his front shirt pocket, & occasionally, he would pull it out to mark a place of interest on it.
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Lifting a hand to wave in response to Helga's offering, Jen offers a smile.

Thank you.

Turning conversation back to her fellow dimension hoppers she continues adding in the new info.

So we do armour repair/replacement, then look up this Co-Op place to see what they have to offer?

"Armor, WDBR Dog Boy Radion, then Co-op."

 "They're a little expensive at the Huntsville place, a few hundred over the odds but nothing ruinous." Killian answers, only to turn his head at the offer of advice from a random passer-by (well, they're passing her by, but still) "Seems to fit with about what I was thinking. I need reloads, then I need armour. After that, anything left over is a bonus. Of course, to get any of these things I need actual cash money."

Over the radio, from Nutball:  ~Hey, guys.  Come see me when you get back.  I may have a line on some work.  Some very lucrative work, from the sound if it.~

#"Wilco."#

nodding towards Hawkins.

Well he's got the cash so just lead on the way to get this done.  If a little over the odds is all this place does then I guess that's what we're going to have to do.  I don't fancy travelling out when what's left of my armour can be punctured by a gnats fart.

  As the others talk, Douglas listens & nods along.  Killian's latest comment about armor reminds him of his own armor issues.  "I could do with more ammunition, E-Clip recharges, & armor repairs as well.  It's not as bad as Killian's, but it was shot to hell something awful.  The mention of potential employment sounds promising, but I hope it can wait till after armor repairs at least."  He pauses for a moment, as if contemplating something, then continues, "I don't want to be a pest about it, but I could go for an actual meal, or at least something more substantial than those snacks earlier.  Maybe after the next location?  I know I tend to eat more than most, so if no one else wants anything, I'll grab something on the way." 
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Following the directions outlined on the back of the card Killian had been given the crew soon found themselves trekking across town again. The sights and sounds of Huntsville was becoming more accustomed. It was mostly the accent. The people of the southeastern reaches had their own way talking slow and pronouncing every syllable with a bit of stretched pronunciation. But after a few conversations it was easy to understand.

Their route took them through downtown, actually had them passing right by the big warehouse that the Golden Age Weaponsmiths used a showroom and business outlet. They also passed some the best smelling restaurants they had smelled in weeks. Overcome with a juicer's metabolic needs, William purchased a pre-supper snack at a vending cart selling 'authentic southern fried chicken and waffles'. Or three deep fried strips of chicken breast meat served with a decent sized waffle. He didn't want to spoil his meal later so he only ordered two.

The parking lot for the Golden Age Weaponsmiths was about half full, but it was a big lot. A sign read 'surplus needs for all budgets'. The crew realized that was something they would have to look into on the way back from checking out Killian's lead.

Joe Bob Griggs shop was actually the Front Street Pawn Shop and Outfitters. It was a well appointed house turned shop with a neat little yard with several sycamore trees and a big comfy looking swing. There was small paring area and a private driveway off to the side. Oddly enough, the pawn shop was located across the street from a small block building with big double doors. A marque that flashed adds for 'Assault on Levan', 'Three nuns and a Crazy', and 'Splugorth Slave Girls Gone Wild'. The mural on the wall showed a geeky looking man, tall with a bouffant hair do and glasses and the caption 'no one knows movies like Joe Bob Griggs'.

Walking into the shop was a mixture of the local junk for sale pawn brokerage and a Coalition quarter master's supply and requisition office. Everything was for sale, or so the sign said. And there were price tags on the shelves, equipment hooks, and the ceiling tiles to prove it. But it was well stocked.

There was a series of catalogue stacked on a desk with a sign that read 'stuff kept in the locker'. It was mostly heavy personal armor, robot power armor, heavy weapons, items in case lots, and a few vehicles. All items that would take up more space than could be expected in the pawn shop. But there were rows of armors, weapons, explosives, grenades, and boxes of other equipment ranging from medical gear to communications and outdoor equipment. Most of it was Coalition produced, and often current issue, while some of it was the older equipment more recently phased out of common use.

There was other gear as well. A little Northern Gun, some Wilks, a few items from Triax, and so on. The only thing missing for sell was robots. But, there were several in the pawnshop. The robots were all old model Skelebots, armed with built in lasers, vibro-blades, and micro missile packs, and they all bore a name plate bolted to their torso. There was Hubert, Delbert, Albert, Wilbur, and Helga. The word 'staff' was painted on their backs.

There were six other customers in the store, the riders from the group of cyber knights the crew has seen at the road block. They seemed to be interested in the public access charging stations. A sign above the banks of recharges proclaimed 'one free recharge with every $5,000/6,000 cr. purchased'.

"Hello folks," The tall guy from the mural said as walked out of a small cubbyhole with the word 'office' painted on the wall next to it. "I'm Joe Bob Griggs, owner of this fine shop, and a former Coalition Military Specialist looking to really stick to those fascist, black-hearted sons-of-whores. Now, what can I do for you?"

(OOC: anything found in the Rifts Ultimate edition, or any coalition gear from any book could possibly be found for sale here. Prices vary based on used/new, rare/common, in stock/not in stock, etc.)

"Alright, everyone try to find something that works for you."

"Joe Bob do you sell MiRR or CMRRS refills? I've had to use mine kind've a lot lately."
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Looking around what was in stock Jen approached Hawkins and Joe Bob as they were close by each other.

Given that it might cost more to repair my Urban Warrior then get a new set... do you think we could spring for a suit of the Gladiator for me?  It's a little heavier but with what happened I think I might need it.  Ummm, and Joe bob....Hi...is there someone that could do a little mod job on it?

"Yes. Look for a backup set as well."

"I had an idea we could pick up uniforms if you guys are interested in working together until we find a way to get back. Tends to make an impression on employers."

In reply to Hawkins (msg # 36):

  At Hawkins' suggestions, Douglas flashed his signature grin.  "Both of those suggestions sounds mighty fine there, friend.  Does anyone have anything in mind to increase our group uniformity?" 

"NG Ultra-300 Fatigues or locally produced equivalent. The Helmets, Tank Coats, and Hard Case Packs work with nearly everything. With the whole package on it's pretty close to old style Dead Boy armor protection. Lot's of built in LBE too."

 "Well, that'd be a whole lot easier if I knew how much actual money I have to work with, something we seem to be failing to communicate. A lot." Killian points out as Hawkins advises people to go shopping.

"How do you feel about the Bushman Armor? They've released a model called the Bushman Trooper that's about 35% stronger but only a little heavier than the Gladiator. Full EBA, mostly molded polymers. Should be easy enough to fit it to whatever shape we want with the gear they have in this town."

"We can also go heavier for those that can carry it."

Sorry. no refills now, Champ. But I can place an order with my supplier. Maybe have here in a few days. stuff like that I trade for with the boys over at Golden Age. They have a real soft spot for old movies with that Duke who made all those patriotic films back in the past." Joe bob explained. "As far a specialty mod for armor, unless its comsmetic you are better off with some of the local experts in armor repair and modification. I have some well programmed robots, but creativity isn't their strong suit."

Jen considered what Hawkins had said and the other things that were being discussed, then shook her head.

I think the Gladiator is about as restrictive as I can comfortably go and it also looks a whole lot better.  And... well a uniform?  That's getting a little military isn't it?

The idea seems to worry her somewhat.  Turning the Joe Bob with a slight smile.

The modification needed is for additional sealed sleeve. could be taken from my old suit if design is needed.  But if you know a place that is better able to do that then I'd be pleased to take the advice.

"Are you a magician? Got tricks up your sleeve?" Joe Bob beamed at Jennifer. "I had this uncle as a kid. He got a divorce from my aunt, so we lost him, but he was real magician. He pull rabbits from hats, tell what card was stuck to his forehead, escape from locked boxes, and he could pull a man's still beating heart from his chest at thirty feet. It was great!"

"The uniforms are mostly for meeting prospective clients and areas where we arn't allowed to wear "armor" but in fact with the Tank Coat and the 300 on it's more protection and less encumbrance than a Gladiator suit."

 "I swear, it's like talking to a wall. Hey, Hawkins. I need my share of whatever cash we raised during those stupid fights in the swamp so I can go and charge my clips and repair or replace my armour." Killian growls evenly, having - it seems - pretty much given up on expecting the 'borg to ever share out of his own accord.

"As I made clear earlier hoss, we aren't splitting up anything until AFTER we get everyone operational. Until then all expenditures go through me."

"So find some armor that is satisfactory or give me some parameters and I'll find you something myself."

 "And I never came within a mile of agreeing to that. I don't need a handout and I don't need someone shopping for me. I spent the first decade of my life being told what to wear, where to eat and when to shit and I'm not inclined to continue that trend." Killian answers simply, without particular heat or threat "If you're not sure what a fair cut is, then lowball it and I'll take that."

"Yeah...No. We're sticking to the plan."

"Nobody's trying to own you ya overly dramatic jackass. I was offering to help with something you seem super anxious about."

"Find some armor so we can get on with it. Find a suit your happy with and a satisfactory backup suit."

 "Your plan, not my plan. Are you going to give me a fair share of the money we earned, or are you a thief? It's not a hard question and it's not a difficult choice." Killian replies simply, tilting his head as he studies the other man, having explained why he doesn't like to permit others to make his choices for him and simply leaving the ball in Hawkin's court.

  At first Douglas seemed intent on staying out of the argument, but now steps forward with a disarming demeanor.  "It seems to me, friends, that there was some miscommunication or misunderstanding at some point.  Now I'm not one to tell another what they should or should not do, but I don't think this is the time nor place to have this kind of discussion.  This to me seems to be a rather personal topic for conversation, and I don't believe we should disrupt this place of business, nor its clientele.  Perhaps we should make our way somewhere more discrete so as we may continue this in private."
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"Hog wash!" Joe Bob stated in lively manner with big damned smile. "Only good teams argue like gang busters in the store, in front of the clerk, over money that they all feel could be better spent. Those mice-like, super quiet, well organized teams never survive. We gotta a graveyard full of 'em up on Boot Hill."

Trying to ignore the argument and let the 'warriors' vent themselves Jen instead attempts to distract Joe Bob by answering his question.

Not quite a magician.  I'm a Techno-empath really, reading and understanding all types of things with just a touch.  Can talk with computers and stuff like that. Nodding to the repurposed Skelebots  in the store, Like those guys I could talk to and program them up by thought, if I touched them.  Hey if you need help with them or others you have about then I could offer that as a service.  And while I was born so ways north of here, my folks aren't from around this place. Giving a little insight as to some of the oddity about her.

In reply to Professional Liars Union (msg # 51):

  Douglas simply turned his signature smile briefly towards Joe Bob, his eyebrows perhaps a bit higher than usual, but otherwise didn't respond to him.  Almost as if to say 'I'm not ignoring you, but I'm not responding to you either.'

 "Fair point, and I've been trying to avoid it by hinting around the edges." Killian allows when Douglas speaks up, allowing that he's not wrong and making as though to step back before Bob answers and the wolf stifles a snort, "I won't say you're wrong. I was brought up on organisation for everything and I've had about enough of it. I'll train, I'll keep my gear in fighting condition and I'll work with those who'll work with me towards any worthwhile common goal, but I am done with other people making decisions for me. I was done when I walked away from my makers and nothing since has changed that."

"Right. Got it. Angry Youth, Born to Die! Nobody Owns the Renegade Wolf Boy! Understood."

"What. Kind. Of. Armor. Do. You. Want?"

"Need to know what you want too Willie.

"When we're done with armor we can move on to everyone very personally and independently choosing any weapons and/or ammo that they require."

He signaled Joe Bob.

"I need 2 sets of Gladiator EBA to start with. Fitted to the young lady you are chatting with."

 "So you're a thief, glad to know before I trusted you with something important." Killian answers, glancing over at the couple of others present "Guess I'll go see if any of these jobs pays enough to get some basic equipment repair and reloading. I'd lock up your stuff if I were you, just in case sticky fingers over there gets indiscriminate." he states before heading out of the store with the intention of checking up on the local job exchange he heard about earlier.

Jen looked over at the exchange and shook her head, shrugging as the petulant child like performance.  Giving Hawkins a sympathetic look she turned back to getting her armour sorted out.

"I've gt three suit of Gladiator in inventory. Take all three and I'll go as low as thirty thousand each. I'll even through in custom paint and your girl's forearm adjustments." Joe Bob said. "Your pal seems a big upset. And I feel bad about any customer walking out. I have four suits of standard issue dogboy armor. If any of them will fit him he can have them eight thousand each. That gets a really, really hard to sell item out of my inventory and covers the cost of smuggling them in to begin with. You'd be doing me a favor, really. Hell, I'll through in an e-clip swap, four of your empties for four my full charges."

Turning back to Joe Bob with a smile.

Oh, I think a slight misunderstanding there.  When I said sleeve I meant that it was an addition to the armour to sleeve and seal my tail in with the environmental armour. Jen looked at Hawkins, Three sets? Arching an eyebrow curiously.

Hawkins also shrugged but he wasn't particularly sensitive to name calling.

"Yeah at that price it would be a mistake not to take all three."

"I'd buy that armor for the Dog Boy but he wouldn't accept it."

"Still we'll be picking up more gear before we're done."

"Do you stock 'borg armor?"

"We have a little, though we don't do the actual work in shop." Joe Bob said. "Want the name of a good borg mechanic? I can send the armor over once you purchase it."

"I need a set of HI-B3 Heavy armor and a set of LE-B1 Light Espionage armor if you have it."
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"Hey, what do you know, I have a suit of the cyborg light armor. Actually i have two suits, of LE-1B. But I am out of the L1-B1, M1-B2, H1-B3 armors. It's popular with the dino hunters." Joe Bob replied with his usual enthusiasm. "I'd be willing to part with both for say, eighty thousand credits."

"That's a little steep actually but thanks for checking."

"Well pardner, let's here what your will to pay for them." his smiled never wavered.

"Well I'm not much for the long haggle but how about 20000?"

In reply to Hawkins (msg # 60):

  Douglas watched the exchange worsen, his expression becoming more confused with every sentence.  At several points he looked about to say something, but didn't.  After Killian left, he just stood silently for a bit, looking perplexed.
  "I can't help but feel there was a way to explain things better, but for the life of me, I can't think of it.  That's a shame.  Hopefully we can sort out this misunderstandin' later." 
  He turned his attention back to Hawkins.  "If it's a good price, I believe we should get some Dog Boy armor sets for Killian.  I'll see if I can talk with him later and try to smooth things out.  I offer no promises though.  Talkin' isn't one of my specialties.  Even if our furry friend won't wear them, I'm sure we can find a use for them.  In regard as to what kind of armor I want, I prefer somethin' with decent protection, but good mobility.  Seein' as how I like to think of myself as the sly, sneaky, trackin', outdoorsman, I like to have the option of stealth when I can.  If we can afford it, a heavier set wouldn't be refused, but I can't guarantee I would wear it every mission.  Somethin' like the Gladiator armor is actually very nice, if'n I can't get somethin' more preferable.  I will need somethin' completely new, however, as my previous suit of armor took so much damage as to have lost all but the most minimum of structural integrity."

(OOC: Willie actually took 1 point of MD to his SDC, after his armor was reduced to 0.  He didn't even notice until he had a chance to clean his armor & weapons after.  His enhanced healing already took care of it. )
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Ok, the three sets then.  But the paint job I'll take care of myself, it's my thing to personalize my stuff like that, stretches my artistic muscles.  She offered a friendly smile to Joe Bob.  Looking to Douglas with a nod.

Does Princess need anything sorted out in that regard?

"If you think you can get him to take it then we'll buy all four of them to try and make sure one of them fits. You can take him some e-clips too."



"So how about something like an JBA 335 for every day use and a Bushman Trooper for those heavy flow days?"

OOC: Assuming they have them the JBA 335 is 70MDC, non-EBA, -5% Prowl, and 20lbs, the Bushman Trooper is 90MDC, EBA, -15% prowl, and 21lbs

Holding up his hands in mock surrender, Joe Bob said, "Alright, alright, how's one hundred twenty thousand for the four suits for the Dog Boy you pissed off, the only suit of Bushmaster I have, all three suits of Gladiator, a single suit of 'borg stealth armor, the juicer suit, and I'll throw in a dozen e-clip swaps. Your empty or partials for my full e-clips. I'll match standards, longs, drums, dual, anything short of a backpack. I don't have any in stock at the moment."
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"You got yourself a deal Joe Bob."

Hawkins stuck out a hand.

"Damn, almost forgot Nutball and Princess!"

Hawkins points at the dog and radios back to ask Nutball.

"Joe have you got anything along the lines of a Huntsman's Choice Jumpsuit? And one more heavy suit. Crusader or similar."
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"No, no jumpsuits. Not really a whole lot of that high tech Northern Gun stuff." Joe Bob said in 'down tone' but didn't loose his smile. It was a bit annoying really. Who had teeth that big, that white, and that much on display? "I do have some locally produced lightweight stuff, Dr. McGriff's patented Neo-Fiber. Now, hold on. It's good stuff. He uses these reeds found in the swamp and creates a fabric that can withstand a hell of a lot of abuse. I've been told stories, sources vary in reliability of course, that have claimed surviving laser beams, particle bolts, plasma missiles, a dino stomp, a vibro sword cut, a fragmentation grenade, and a broken heart."

"Dr. McGriff's patented Neo-Fiber?"

"I think my friend has to have that. How much?"

In reply to Jennifer Long (msg # 68):
  Douglas first turns towards Jennifer, his signature smile back.
  "There is where we had some good fortune.  Princess didn't take a single hit, owing, I like to believe, to her good sense & training to keep her head down when lasers and heavy explosives start flying about.  She's trained for some combat, but mostly she just looks for cover when she can't make a significant impact on the outcome of battle.  I imagine it would be different if she could actually shoot a gun or such, but that will have to wait for now."


In reply to Hawkins (msg # 69):
  He next turns to Hawkins and his question.
  Now I can't guarantee anything.  Like I said, my speciality isn't talking, much less convincing anyone to do anything.  I can just promise I'll give it my best attempt.
  In regards to that armor, though, that sounds fine to me.  I haven't tried anything particularly heavy for awhile, so it might be a good idea to try it out for a spell.
  That 'new-fiber' stuff sounds promising as well.  Maybe a set or two of armored undergarments or the like would be a good idea.
  I also recall seeing these rather sturdy looking overcoats out in the Baronies.  They were padded and had plates in some places.  They could be worn over civilian clothing or even over armor.  What do you both make of those?

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"I had a Branaghan coat for a while. I liked it. Somebody shot me and it disappeared but it did stop the shot. This Doc McGriff stuff sounds to be in the same vein."

"Probably be pretty easy to make Princess a thundershirt out of some of it if you want."

Jen laughs a little at Douglas' description of Princess' behaviour.

Sure sounds like she has better sense than the rest of us there.

Considering the armoured clothing and nods.

Sure it sounds ok stuff.  Just need to get sizes and styles right for people.  I think that might involve a second trip.  It would be good to get things sorted here soon and then go find out what it was Nutball found out, and check out that cooperative.  Because getting some work around is probably needed.  Our purse is not bottomless after all.

  His signature smile turned into a proper grin, looking about ready to burst out laughing, as he turned to Jennifer.
  "Ma always did say critters often have better sense than people.  They certainly are easier to deal with."

  Turning his attention back to Hawkins, his smile returned.
"That outfit for Princess sounds like a fine idea.  I wonder if we can get her something for cold weather, too.  I never thought of it before, but if we keep relocating between different climates so rapidly, we'll all be in need of more accommodating attire.  We'll be fine for the most part, but my four legged companion only has the one coat of fur."

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"You make a good point. Cool as this place is we can't stay here all day. Still have Nutball's Wilke's laser to find too."

"Alright Joe Bob, just give us one set of Doc McGriff's Coveralls, a Tactical Poncho, 6 of the Field Packs, and the largest tactical vest you have on hand. Then we'll be out of your hair for the time being."

[Hawkins will pay the 58000 that these things cost]

"Whenever the angry Dogboy comes back let him exchange as many e-clips as he wants to up to our agreement but don't tell him we had anything to do with it.

Joe Bob laughed as he took payment from Hawkins. He called over his shoulder, "Crew, snap-to, sizes, colors, and stocking."

The robots immediately came forward and began taking measurements, notes on personalizing the purchased items, and then rushed off to retrieve the needed items from stockroom or storage lockers and began making the proper adjustments, modifications, and color changes.

"Give us about an hour." Joe Bob said. "There is a coffee bar across the way. It's were the local employment collective is. It's a nice place to kill some time."

Jen stood and let the robots take measurements, at one point letting a hand rest on one for a few moments, mentally letting instructions on the adjustments she needed for comfort in the armour download into it's system.  Choosing to go with a plain drab colour as a base coat, after all she'd be turning her own artistic talents on the suits of armour she was getting.

With the coffee bar being suggested Jen looks between Hawkins and Douglas.

That sounds like a good place.  We can ask if they have other work for us to do there too.  I could use a little snack as well.  On the other hand we do need to get other things done. She sighs, Maybe we go get weapons sorted for a starter then come back in an hour.  Can't sit around and relax with chores to do.

"Let's do guns next. Killian went to that Coffee Shop and we ought to leave him be while he's in his feels."

 Avoiding the showroom-cum-junkshop setup, Killian heads back into the store and straight for the 'office' window, a copy of the bounty sheet tucked into a webbing strap and a flat, patient expression on his face as he waits for the proprietor to be done so that he can ask his questions.

In reply to Jennifer Long (msg # 82):
In reply to Hawkins (msg # 83):

  Willy gives his 2 teammates a nod as he responds, "No rest for the weary, as the saying goes.  Considering our chosen line of profession, I think it prudent to make certain we're able to take offensive action when the need arises.  I for one have expended an awful lot of munitions since we climbed into that flying contraption way back.
  As he exits the shop with Jennifer & Hawkins, he immediately notices his other teammates, seemingly converging from the 4 corners of the compass.  "Well, isn't this an unexpected coincidence.  It's pleasant, as always, to see y'all in good health.  How has everyone faired on their separate endeavors?"

 "Not too bad. I have a lead on a job that'll put some cash in my pocket." Killian remarks when Book speaks up, indicating the store, "Someone's been stealing from him. Figured it was as good a place to start as any."

"Hey, yeah." Joe Bob chimed in. "Hanson. He was on trial here as a technician. Turned out to be a thief. Not sure why he stole what he did. I honestly don't think he's a villainous type of dude. But, well, I can't let it stand. It makes me a target. So, if it's possible please don't kill him. I don't want to seem cruel either. Now, how can I help you find him?"

  Willy stepped away from the others & closer to Killian, waving to grab his attention.  "I feel it prudent to tell you this before we part ways again, especially seeing as you seem to be headed off towards what could be a less than peaceful situation.  We talked about it quickly, and decided it wasn't right to leave you without proper combat protection, so we purchased a number of suits of armor, of the variety that you were wearing before.  Joe Bob here offered them for a low price if we bought all four sets.  I figured, if nothing else, they could serve as backups for your more preferred style of armor, which'n we'll be findin' with you later at this point.  I know this isn't the ideal or preferred outcome from your perspective, so we're trying to find a way to get you what you want, and make right with the miscommunication.  If'n I recall correctly, Joe Bob said they'll be ready in about an hour or so.  We're about to head off to take care of our munitions problems next.  Even if'n you don't feel inclined to accept, I wanted to extend a friendly invitation to accompany us.  What'dya say, friend?"

 "Well, first thing you could do is show me his work station, plus his locker... Any duds he left around the place. As for not killing him, can't make any promises but if he lets me, I'll bring him in healthy." Killian answers, pretty obviously prepared to work with the man paying the bills but also not about to strip away his one real means of self-defence if things turn nasty...

 ...now if only he'd brought a neural mace with him. Hindsight is, as they say twenty-twenty and the chopping blade on his hip seemed like it'd be more use.

 As for William, he nods in a friendly fashion, pretty patently not blaming the other man and then rolls his eyes, sighing "Tin-plate dumbass didn't get it, did he?" he asks, before laying it out again, for Williams benefit "I earned a share of our take from those fights, and because - now - I'm a free man, not tank-bred cannon fodder there to soak up gunfire that might otherwise singe a real person, I wanted the right to spend that share, how I saw fit, where I saw fit on what I saw fit." - here, he shrugs with seeming nonchalance, as if he's pretty used to having his opinions roundly ignored by humans in general before continuing "Well, it was generally decided that I could go fuck myself and my freedom - for which, let us recall I am under sentence of death if I ever go home and fair enough. I guess I know better than to share now. Once I've got my shit together, we can work on getting home or whatever the fuck it is we're planning on but first, well. I've got to make up for what was stolen first. Kind of ironic I'm going to try doing that by hunting down a thief that stole from the guy my money was spent at."
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Replying to Douglas before he goes off for his conversation with the Dog Boy. Jen nods and offers a little bit of a smile.

Yeah, once we get weapons sorted we can see what we can get involved in.  Personally I'm fine with what I have, the JA-11 is a solid rifle and the vibro bracer sorts out up close.  Natural ability pulls up any other slack if needed for me.

In reply to Killian (msg # 89):

  Willy listens carefully & attentively before responding.  "I think I can understand what you mean there friend.  I myself can't figure out when or where the miscommunication occurred.  I do recall a conversation concerning finances and expenses.  As I recollect, it was decided that all repairs, munitions, food, lodging, and other expenses would be paid for first, then the remainder of our funds would be divided evenly.  After all, if we just split the funds right from the start, how would we decide who pays for the expenses of the vehicle?  The intention of this method is to ensure that those of us who need more repairs or resupplies wouldn't be short-handed and have to pay for so called 'business expenses' out of our own pockets.  For example, some of us, like yourself, need extensive repairs, or entirely new armor, while some of us hardly took any hits at all.  It's just the nature of combat.  It just isn't fair if those hit hardest are then required to repair or replace their equipment at their own expense.  That's the logic behind it, anyway.  Once everyone has their essentials provided for again, the remainder was to be equally distributed.  I sincerely believe that nobody is trying to rob anyone here, just a misunderstanding."

 "I had no problem - none - with fixing our ride first. I have no problem - none - with patching someone up or de-cursing them or otherwise un-fucking anything we get them fucked up with." Killian states flatly and simply - refusing to get angry about it while simply giving his side of things "And I understood the logic then, and now. But we're not talking 'repairs'. We're talking 'oh hey, you may have had some money coming but we're just replacing your kit for you instead, be a good little boy and take it'. I'm not here for that. I'm happy to take a lowball share and do my own damn' shopping and I don't much care if that's unfair because if it is, like you just observed, it's unfair to me more than most anyone."

"Shouldn't take long if we can find a gun shop that is similar to this place. I think Nutball and Book had some things they want to look for."

In reply to Killian (msg # 92):

  Willy likewise wasn't getting upset, but did seem a little confused as he attempted to explain his side of the situation more clearly.
  "I'm not trying to minimize your own troubles, expenses, or hardships.  Lord knows you need new armor and more ammunition after those encounters, and you may have started with the least of both amongst all of us.  At this point, however, I feel it is necessary to inform or remind you of the situation for the rest of us, or at least a few prime examples that I hope will make my point clear."

  "You're not the only one of us that your idea of distribution would be unfair to.  Jennifer and I both took enough damage directly to our protective apparel that it is easier, simpler, and cheaper to replace them entirely.  My own armor was completely annihilated by the end of our encounter with those no good slavers, and I even took some damage to my person directly.  Thankfully, my artificially enhanced physique is able to withstand a fair bit more punishment than your average human, and my augmented metabolism is able to heal even major wounds at an impressive rate."

  "On top of that, several of us make use of weapons with non-renewable munitions that are more expensive to replace than simply recharging or replacing energy clips and canisters.  I'm speaking, of coarse, about the various explosives that Hawkins, Nutball, and myself deploy.  Now although these weapon systems are not the cheapest to operate, the ability to dispense impressive amounts of firepower to entire groups of opponents simultaneously and quickly make such weapons indispensable to combatants such as ourselves, especially when there are so few of us to engage the enemy."

  "Now, you, being an experienced battlefield combatant yourself, would obviously know this, and understand the benefits of having and using such ordinance.  That is why it confuses me that you seem so dead set on each of us financing our own armor, weapons, and munitions.  The few of us that take the most damage or use the most firepower would quickly become bankrupt, which would only lead to our team being deprived of their full combat capabilities.  It would unnecessarily weaken us as an effective combat force."

  "The alternative that was agreed upon, however, would ensure that everyone's necessities are taken care of first and foremost.  After all, you can't control who will get shot at by the enemy, nor who will even get a chance to dispense firepower upon our targets.  Maintaining the defensive and offensive capabilities of every member of the entire team is quite simply in the best interest of the entire team as a whole, as well as each individual.  It's just makes sense.  Otherwise, some of us, like you, Jennifer, and myself, could find ourselves without enough funds to even eat, much less replace all our armor and ammo.  I, myself, find I need an entire new set of armor, full recharges on more than half my extensive e-clip supply, and replacements for most of my explosives, a combined cost that I doubt I could afford on my own."

  "Lastly, a point to take into consideration.  A larger mercenary company would be paid as a unit, and pay its members a set salary, likely with extra pay for various reason.  The company would cover the cost of repairs, munitions, and all other necessities, and then pay its soldiers.  Even if it had a profit sharing program, those profits would only be distributed after all other expenses are settled first.  We're simply trying to use a similar model, on a smaller scale.  Once everyone is combat ready again, we'll all get an equal share of the remaining funds, including you." 
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 "No, I get it. I really do. The difference between magical and practical logistics are something the Coalition hammer on day in, day out - how much more dangerous magical logistics are on the tactical level, and how much weaker they are on the strategic is a cornerstone of Coalition doctrine." the wolf answers calmly, after listening - and he does indeed, listen - "And I am not insisting on equal shares, I am not insisting on cutting out anyone who's lost gear, I am not insisting on everyone taking a share and I am not even insisting on replacing everything I lost. All I want is the right to do my own damn' shopping to my own damn preferences, to which end I was happy to take a lowball cut on what my rough take would be and to go and do said shopping. I don't even give a shit if I'm handing back receipts and unspent cash at the end of the day."

 A beat, and he shrugs "Instead, as mentioned, fuck me and the horse I rode in on. Well, okay. If that's how it works then that's how it works. It's not like I'm used to better.", then motions to Bob as if to request to be shown the lockers.

Joe Bob disappears for several minutes and comes back with three things in a box and sets them on a table of mundane uniform items for Killian to investigate. The first item in the box was a custom tool kit. The second was a pair of shop coveralls with the logo 'Joe Bob Griggs - Nobody has better deals' on the back. The last item was one of those swamp guides published outside the swamp that was supposed to be a 'definitive guide to the dinosaur swamps'.

(OOC: Killian this is your 'stuff' to use to locate Hanson. Use whatever skills or abilities you want to gain some clues for this fugitive recovery. Make the rolls you need and put them in your post stating what you are doing and give me an idea of what you hope to gain. We will go from there. Thanks.)

 Pretty much the first thing Killian does is spend several minutes sniffing the coverall, particularly at the neck and wrists where it would have been most likely to come into contact with skin - this includes the question "Do you mind if I take this?" which, if affirmative sees him put the garment (or any other strong source of the mans scent) into a ziplock baggy*.

 Using his uniform gloves, he flips through the magazine (for what it's worth), then checks to see if it opens on any particular page and finally... Well, finally he gets to the tools and frowns, almost immediately asking "This guy, Griggs. If he's good enough to have custom tools, he's good enough not to leave them behind, isn't he?"


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* There is in fact, no roll for identifying someone's scent on 'a thing' for reference purposes. I start rolling if and when I'm ID'ing that person or tracking them, and I do so every thousand feet or so.

Joe Bob shrugged and said, "That's all that was left. The coveralls were hanging on a nail back in the prep area. The tools and magazine were in the pockets."

  After listening to Killian's response, DW turns back to the others, shrugging his shoulders in resignation.  "Well, it seems to me, the best we can do at this point is either leave him to fend for himself, buy him equipment he might never use, or hand over some cash for him to make his own purchases.  'Least, that's what I can figure.  In my opinion, that first option is an automatic negatory.  The second option seems a tad tyrannical to me.  The third option may not be what we all agreed upon, but I'm outta ideas.  Of coarse, that might be on account of the empty state of my stomach.  I don't know too many people who think at their best when hungry.  What do ya'll think of all this?" 
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When Book steps outside (He'll have to do that to talk to Jenn and Hawkins. Theresa and Nutball should be out there by now as well) Hawkins is looking at the door.

"I could hear the whole conversation. You did the best you could and he made his decision."

"Can't trust a guy that doesn't consider himself subject to agreements we make the first time he gets a whim.

"He can take the gear that we left in there for him or not. He can swap his e-clips with Joe-Bob like I arranged or not. I got no more energy to spend on a grown ass sentient being that won't listen to reason."

"Besides, he called me a thief three times and I didn't rip his head off. I'm calling it even."

He looked around.

"Y'all ready to go gun shopping? I'm ready to get that done and move onto checking out the potential work Nuts found."

 Leaning back, Killian raises his voice to call out "Just in case you forgot, I didn't agree to anything. You want to put a couple thousand credit truth tax on descriptions though, sure long as you sleep better at night for it." before he goes back to what he's doing.

 Oh, right.

 Dog Boys hear good too!

 Grumpy fuckers as well, or so it seems.

 For now though, he's asking Bob "These look pretty high-end. Anything likely to be on this computer and any way we can access it? And what do these say... Looks like he's been taking notes." - turning the magazine towards the other man, showing him where it's been marked.
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Jen shrugs, not party to the full conflicted conversation and not really caring for it either.

Yeah, we should get the gun shopping done and then hit food.  While not nearly as in need as Douglas or others with augmentation, I could really do with something.  The jobs can get a work on after that.  Sure there will be something for us to do, we've got a good spread of skills in the group.  Hell could even help out collectors by reading psychic impressions from objects to give them an idea of what stuff is, that's part of what I signed on for with the original expedition.

  Willy gives a casual shrug as he responds.  "Mostly I just require recharges and explosives.  My other weapons were left in my ride back in Colorado." 
  "As for Killian, I don't presume to understand his reasoning, but it's his choice to make.  Maybe he doesn't understand how democratic votin' works.  Maybe he just don't care.  Maybe it's somethin' else.  Granny used to say 'It's no use fussin' over other folks' thinkin'.  I do believe it's high time we moved on though.  As Jennifer so eloquently stated, we have a wide variety of skills at our disposal, and a will to use them, so I say we make inroads towards gainful work." 
  He turns to Nutball & Theresa as he asks, "Will you two be joining us for the next part of our resupply endeavors?"

As they began to walk away Hawkins asked Theresa,

"How did the deal go for the magic stuff? Get anything for it?"

Lets get to the next store.