Chapter I: Survival of the Fittest
The sergeant pulls out the pouch and hands 8 fingers to everyone, saving 8 for himself. The squad splits up, each searching the different stalls for useful gear.
Erin heads towards a stall which prominently displays racks of crossbows. She asks the shopkeeper for any good ranged weapons and asks for the prices.
"I've got throwing axes, throwing daggers, even bloody throwing maces! 2 fingers each. Technically you can throw anything, but for some reason they work better if they have 'throwing' in their name," the shopkeeper jokes. She bends down and picks up a crate. She dusts it off and opens it.
"I've got a special crossbow. Actual wood, reinforced with scrap. Shoots 50 yards, it does. I'll give ya 30 bolts free with it! 7 fingers. So, how about it?"Meanwhile, Kermit looks for some daggers. He finds a store selling some traditional hunting daggers. Large, curved blades with a sharp point lie in racks on the stall table, while dangling somewhat precariously overhead are straight, sharpened daggers. They seem more well maintained then the ones on the racks.
"Hey, how much for a good dagger?" Kermit asks the one-eyed Epsilon, who stops sharpening a knife with a rock and faces you.
"4 for the ones dangling up, 3 for the ones on the racks," he says, irritably, then immediately continues sharpening. Jerk.
On the bright side, there are some pieces of scrap, but they are about the size of a shoe and look terribly rusted. Some stalls are selling larger pieces and they look fine, but seeing the price tags they are 7 fingers. Angel looks around for armor, looking around the shops but finds that the armor is too large and bulky for her. One shopkeeper calls her over, seemingly aware of her predicament.
"Hey, deary, tanned hides to big fer ya? Don'tcha worry, deary, old Elga can make you something special!" The old woman takes a piece of armor from one of the shelves and takes a knife and after measuring your size starts cutting and gluing. After a few minutes she puts a small leather vest in front of you.
"Here, deary, like it? Put old Elga's love inta it. It'll fit ya fine, but I don't know why such a little girl like you would be getting armor. Doesn't matter, eh?" Elga laughs.
"Anyhoo, it's made of tough leather, and the chest is reinforced with scraps of metal and the rest is stuffed with Elga's Patented Fluff. Keeps ya warm and stops the metal from making sounds. I'll give it to ya for 8 fingers!"The sergeant heads towards the shady character in the corner. Just as he approaches, he feels arms grabbing him and he is pulled to the side. His mouth is muffed by one of the hands of a four armed man. Several others in black rags have their knives at the ready. The shady character walks towards you, lifting the hood from his face, revealing scarred flesh melded together with scraps and cyber implants. He has a red, glowing, bionic eye, and his mouth is covered by a respirator.
A technobarbarian you think.
No, worse, a Rogue Techno.The rogue techno stares you straight in the eyes.
"What do you want? Who's with you?""Nothing, just wanna buy something," you say, as convincingly as you can.
"Hm? Oh, is that so? And an Aegyptian sergeant just wants to buy something from a guy wearing a black hood in the middle of the day?"
"Yeah. Problem?"The rogue's bionic eye whirs and scans you.
"Fine. What do you want? I've got nearly everything for sale, and everything else that isn't. Just say what you want and I'll see if I have it. Just make sure you can pay."Wyren just stands around, looking at the other stalls.
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