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Depends on who's asking?

[ He cracks his eye open, the scarred one covered with a patch for post op recovery. ]

Oh you- you're fresh blood aren't you? Someone told you about my special for newbies.

Just following up on a piece of advice from someone who was allegedly in a bad mood.

[It was a bit unnerving, not being recognized. She kind of liked it.]

Name's Shepard.

What's the special for newbies?

Lingormr? He's always like that.

[ Well he is until he isn't but you'll never hear that from York. ]

First order's on me. Place like this? Better to be armed. Especially since they like taking our weapons and tech from us and replacing them with toys when we arrive.

Guy definitely likes to rage about Bifrons. I can relate.

[Still a little sore about being pulled from battle. She's pretty sure she'll never be over it.

Ah, and that's where that plush Garrus came from? ...She shouldn't think about home.]

So, you're the requisitions officer for this place, then?

There may be a militia they really want us to be a part of, Shepard, but that doesn't make us their marines.

[ Spec ops background, sure, actually buying the company line? Not so much. ]

We're not the army, Commander. We're the resistance.

[Was her rank preceding her or had she just given off the look of a commander?]

Last I recall, I never enlisted with Bifrons. What's your objective with this resistance, York?

[Her arms folded as she asked, curious to see what this resistance was all about. She'd seen that song and dance enough times to know it could be terribly misguided. But if not... they might have a powerful ally on their hands]

And how about your assortment of shotguns? Might have lost my biotics, but my aim is just as sharp as ever.

What's the objective with any resistance? To resist. Doesn't matter, give me your order, I'll get you hooked up.

[ Running for supplies for a job will be hard with one eye out of commission but it'll keep him busy. He pulls a Datapadd over so he can message whoever that he needs whatever when she starts talking again. ]

Shotguns? I'll see what I can get. You prefer long barrel, short barrel, ballistic, plasma, or radiation based, tactical, militia, or civilian model?

[Perhaps she'd been hoping for too much when she asked for details.]

The devil's in the details.

[Business transaction it was, then. Best to work her way down from the top. He was paying, and she wasn't going to waste an opportunity.]

My guess is that Spectre gear, particularly HMWSG Master Shotguns are unavailable?

And you could very well be satan, newbie.

[ Paranoia has kept him and his alive and as safe as could possibly be in this place so far, he's not about to change that over a pretty face.

Even if she's a redhead. Damnit. ]

Depends. I'll ask my guys and see what I can put together for you. Anything else?

[Some batarian out there was sure to think so, and she smiled without elaborating, something that might be a little wicked.]

You deal primarily in weaponry or are you a versatile vendor? N7 armor is preferred, considering it's designed to handle hostile environs, including adverse weather and biohazard risks. Spaceworthy, in its own right.

[Despite the fact she'd died in it, but she doubted that she'd be spaced while planetside.]

First order is anything you need that I can get without having it made. Bodyarmor is a longer stretch, most of it is used by the militia and civilians don't have much use for it. It'll take some digging. All I can promise right now for sure is Sanc's equivalent of Kevlar with absorption gel. Triple layer vest that protects against anything weaker than armor piercing rounds or lasers.

[Aha, there was the catch. But he was already looking to provide weaponry for her, no questions but what kind would you like asked. No mass effect technology, though, did lend more credence to the reapers being nonexistent here.]

I'll take it. Can I get it black? I'd really like it if it were black.

[She'd work on designing it the rest of the way that she liked.]

Comes in black, dark grey, and 'please officer, do shoot me' red. I'll get it for you in the black.

Thanks. How long does it usually take to acquire?

Order like this? A day, maybe two for the shotgun. Most prefer rifles or pistols.

They say always work on what your weaknesses are. Thanks for the quick turn around. Looks like I'll have to use the standard stuff they'll give for the mission outside.

[Which she didn't know what to expect, but that wasn't really something that she was worried about]

Any word on the street about that? Or are you just dealing in items?

From what I've heard? you guys are going out unarmed. You want something more melee oriented and easily hidden I can have that for you within the hour. Shit out there isn't something you wanna handle without an ace up your sleeve.

[ There's a tidbit for free, like he gives any newbie. ]

You need something, I can get it. Info, data, items, people. I find things, liberate them, and distribute them.

[Well wasn't this guy one cocky little Shadow Broker. Information, creds, weapons... was a wonder he was still out making a profit on his own, so openly brazen. She could appreciate and respect that, just so long as he didn't cross the line into some darker territory]

Not my first choice, but I suppose a pocket knife couldn't hurt. Or a small pistol. Going out unarmed isn't my style.

[Despite the fact she had a mean punch-- and a krogan-worthy headbutt. If she could help it, she'd rather not get that close and personal with an enemy]

You got a courier or am I needing to meet up with you?

They're checking people for pistols, but I can get you a combat knife to stick in your boot if you're feeling old fashioned. They're rounding you guys up at the main gate, I'll leave a care package for you marked with a Delta symbol.

Gimme a place for a dead drop and I'll hook you up. After this? Gotta pay. But these two boxes come free. Trust me, you'll need it.

[What she wouldn't give for her biotics. It felt so strange without them summoned at her whim. She rubbed her fingers together, trying to force away the urge that she felt to exert them. They weren't there.]

Guess I'm in the market for a new job. Thanks, York, I'll keep in touch the next time I need something specialty.

Good luck out there.

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