Fantastical and Exciting Adventures... IN SPAAAAACE!: THE ADVENTURE!

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He nodded. "Graal'gix, then." He pulled his hood over his head, as he left the seedy bar. Graalgix. Not my own name, but my first. He walked around, attempting to find a way to get to this Casino Floor X4-N. Then he learned that, literally, he had to head "down" to the Casino. There was a large, rusted elevator that looked more than a little unstable. He walked up to the elevator, staring at the guard that stood there. "I come from Hzz. I am the name Graal'gix."
 
The Guard was a strange creature, an Elrig, it was a massive creature, which stood right in-front of the elevator, blocking it entirely. It stomped on its leathery hooves, as it moved down it's head, which was covered in luxurious pink and grey fur. It moved it's head down towards the man, his massive tusks, decorated in a wide variety of cybernetics surrounding "Graal'gix" on both sides, which extended out several feet. The Guard waved it's tail, which was a general industrial grade robotic manipulator tool, as he accessed the top buttons right above the elevator.

The Elrig took two massive steps as he allowed access for the man, the rusted elevator doors opening, but was not heard due to the large sound bursts caused by the stomping the Elrig did. On its left side, a large communication device was seen to be attached to it, as from it there was a high-pitched dinging noise, followed by a soft pitch voice, "Access granted to "Graal'gix", please enjoy the high stakes game."
 
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He stepped into the elevator, pressing the button X4-N. He knew that this would lead him down into one of two things: a game where he would acquire massive rewards, or a game where he would lose everything. And he most certainly wasn't going to lose everything after he'd just begun his journey.

He hoped.

The elevator door opened, as he stepped out. He threw the hood of his cloak over, and for the first time in his short life, saw himself in the reflection of a mirror.

"He" stood at about, if he was guestimating correctly, 6'8". His hair was dark brown, and looked to be rather unkempt. It went down the nape of his neck, ending above his shoulders. It was rather short in the front, and upon his face was a rather dark shadow. His eyes were, much like his hair, a dark brown. They were edging more on black than anything, but he was a rather rough looking man. He looked to be in about his 30's, and his face had the look of a man who'd been fighting his whole life.

He really, really needed to shave.
 
Indecent exposure? Why was this guy so embarrassed by her manner of dress? It's not like she was naked. "I'm a smuggler, not a soldier, why would I need to cover everything? I need to keep on my feet, agility is key. Armor would weigh me down. Speaking of which, that's why they're after me. I'm the top smuggler in my race, you might know my name - Ghriin Vruitka. I'm wanted for helping my people, and I've been on the run for awhile now. Never been caught until you happened to catch my arm. I'm basically at your mercy right now since you could turn me in to whatever government you deem fit to, almost all of them are after me, except my own people and their patron races. The Federation, the Union, the Empire, and basically everyone else."

It seemed as though this guy wasn't familiar with the existence of her people. She felt the need to explain. "I'm one of the Andha'Sisha, or as you people may call us, the Xeno Sapiens. We're basically humans, except with orange-yellow blood, redundant organs, and hollow bones. We respect the trade of smugglers, especially those who smuggle organs and other biologically important goods, like cadavers and cybernetics. That's mainly my trade - organs for transplants, cadavers for studying and organ harvesting, and cybernetics for prosthesis. My trade makes healthcare more easily accessible for my people. I sell leftover cybernetics and incompatible organs on the black market to turn a profit, since my people have no use for them. I'm such a good smuggler that I always have excess cybernetics, and sometimes I take organs just for the money. I don't steal from the poor or others of my kind, since my people frown upon that. Only the rich, the dead, and the governments."
 
As he exited the elevator, the man would notice that he was in a large chamber that was colored white. The hall-way was rather expansive and had no other discernible features, other than the fact that this was a large and expansive hallway. The lights shined brightly above, and provided a magnificent light blue and white glow. If the man stared upwards, he see that the lights were coming from a series of orb objects. The orbs themselves were fairly small, and they were positioned in a checker-board manner, with the blue and white orbs positioned in such a manner.

There was another discernible feature, a large clear chamber, which was several paces away from where the man was coming. From this section a security droid, around six feet sauntered up towards the individual. The droid looked like a hulking mass of power armor, which had a skull face glowing with a dark crimson. The Droid fired a stream of light red beams, as he began scanning the individual. "Scanning in progress."

The Droid's skull face glow turned white, "Contraband material for the playing floor discovered, surrender your knife if you wish to play." The Droid opened it's oversized right hand, waiting for the individual to give him the blade. "After you hand over the knife, enter the sanitation chamber, which is complimentary. Your knife will be stored safely during the duration of your game."
 
Akira gave a jump as the girl told him his life story. "Organs?! Seriously?!" he gasped. "Where do you even get them? Why would they need to be smuggled?"

The samurai searched his head for a second. "Why do they even need to be smuggled? People donate organs all the time! Not to mention bioengineering tech and cybernetic prosthetics are all the rage. You can just get a prosthetic organ. People do that all the time on Earth!"
 
He was confused for a second, before reaching down into his right boot. He forgot about that. He sort of just grabbed it on impulse, more of a reaction than anything.

"Here you are, artificial intelligence unit." He said, handing his blade over to the droid.

"Query, artificial intelligence unit. In the sanitation chamber, may my body acquire a face-shave (only hair, of course), a quick trim of the hair, and a new pair of comfortable yet stylish threads?" He asked, almost without thinking. Threads? Why did I call them threads?

Headache.
 
Kolan glanced at Akira and gave a quizzical expression, "She's not a smuggler, smugglers don't admit they are smugglers." Aran's ears began twitching, and stared at Kolan. Kolan then showed his cybernetic left hand, "This baby, is a fine arm you know..."

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The Security Droid took the blade, as he walked over to the left side of the hallway, as he opened a small part of the wall, as a tube was shown. He placed the blade in the tube as the blade shot upwards. The Droid returned to the man, as he stated, "Statement: The Sanitation Chamber allows for the shaving of the face of excess hair, and will provide you clean materials for wearing." The Security droid gestured with it's left hand to the chamber in front of the man, "Please enter the chamber."
 
Ghriin sighed. "Our people have an odd situation, organically. Whereas other races have discovered ways to make artificial organs, our structure means that... Well, let's just say we haven't got it down yet and nobody can really help us. As far as donations go, Our people tend to die from organ failure if they don't die from age, and our long life spans and healthy lifestyles make healthy organs largely unavailable. Compared to humans, the only normal-sized organs our people have are the lungs and hearts, and that's due to the way they're placed in their redundancy. We're hard pressed to get Xeno Sapien organs due to the way we live, and we can't get artificial organs because of the way our bodies are constructed, so we have to import organs from species with high death rates and compatible biology. This makes healthcare more expensive, so that's why we have smugglers. We can use cybernetic limbs, but not organs. My job makes healthcare cheaper for Xeno Sapiens all over the galaxy."

Ghriin looked around to see if anyone authority-ish was still staring. Nobody but gangsters, and that wasn't trouble. "But our scientists figure that if Kefla makes other beings whose bodies can help us, maybe we can someday too."
 
He nodded, no longer talking. Graal'gix, as he was now, walked into the sanitation chamber. Soon, he would play this game known as Space Poker.

Soon, he will understand the concept "sink or swim", with this game of Space Poker. His life, or a damn lot of money.

It is time to start my real journey. He thought to himself -- or at least tried to, before his head started internally exploding from pain. Not actually exploding, just metaphorical exploding.
 
As the individual recognized as "Graal'gix" entered the sanitation chamber, a friendly voice played, "Welcome to the Sanitation Chamber, if you are currently wearing any form of clothing, please remove it now in the storage device. You may select an automatic removal, or remove it from yourself." The sound of gears was turning as the chamber was filling up with a large dense smoke, "To protect your privacy, the chamber will be filled with a image blocking smoke-screen." The smoke continued to fill the chamber, until it was too foggy to see out from the sanitation chamber, so no one could look in or out from it. The chamber began filling with the scent of roses as the smoke accumulated. The individual recognized as "Graal'gix" would hear a deep humming, as, there was a small glow. "Do not worry, this light will only allow you to see the device."

From the ground, a large box moved up several inches up from the ground, as it opened up, as the box would easily have enough space to store the current clothing. "Please select AUTOMATIC, OR MANUAL."
 
"I.... what." Akira rubbed his head. "Look, didn't you guys ever think there'd be more productive ways to keep yourselves alive besides stealing bodies? Like, I dunno... researching artificial organs like most of the rest of the universe? You guys clearly want it if smuggling's doing well, so I'm sure you can put together funding. Maybe pay another planet with more scientists if you have to."
 
"Automatic." He said, staring at the box.

He hold his arms out and waited for the robotic systems to do their work. It'd be faster that way.
 
This guy was pretty clueless. "We don't lack funding, we lack biological reference. Even by researching compatible species' cadavers, we still have had a hard time figuring out how to make artificial organs. The Monks, they say it's Kefla's will, and that our species is doomed to steal from those who no longer need it for the sake of those who do. That's not to say they swore off science. You people call practitioners of my religion "Blackguard" for some reason. We do not shun science, we embrace it. The monks simply believe some ancestor doomed our species in this field. The legend goes that Ak'bhl (note: she pronounced it like Akbal) stabbed his brother, Fhres (this was pronounced like Ferrus) multiple times in the chest in a fit of jealous rage, and Kefla cursed his organs to shrink and ail. He survived due to the resilience he held and the revelation of his wrongdoing, and his children were also cursed, but they did not ail so easily. It was Kefla showing his forgiveness, which saved the children. You humans may see it like the story of Cain and Abel in your Christian Bible, although it seems our god is much kinder, if you'll pardon my stating. My beliefs state that you simply worship my god in a different way and form."
 
"...I'm a Shintoist. Who the fuck are Cain and Abel?" Akira asked.

"Look, that's not the point. You use the funding to study your organs!" Akira explained. "Most people study organ function in high school. How'd your species develop faster than light travel but not know enough about your own bodies to develop artificial organs?"
 
From the floor-boards, came out a series of large of slender metallic hands. Several of the hands maneuvered the individuals hands to point up to the roof of the chamber. The robotic hands quickly took off the man's cloak, as they placed it at the bottom of the storage chamber, and folded it neatly. The robotic hand then began pressing every nook and cranny of the outfit, as the suit reverted into a compact square, which had a bright red button. This was quickly disposed into the storage chamber. As soon as the task of removing the outfit was completed, the robotic hands quickly returned to their area of origin.

The voice spoke again, "Automatic removal of current wear completed. First process, Sanitation." As soon as this was stated, there were large nozzles opening up, but this was not noticeable as the entire chamber was covered in smoke. The entire chamber fired out high pressurized water from ever single direction, as the entire body would be soaked with lukewarm water. This process continued for three minutes, as the water continued firing from all directions. After three minutes, there was a loud ding, as the water was quickly drained through small pores that were opened up in the floor board.

"Rinsing complete." The voice said. Then, the voice spoke again, "Drying in progress." The entire chamber was now blasting warm air all around, the beard and hair were not moving, due to the equal amount of wind caused by this process. The entire process of cleaning was finished in a few seconds. From beneath the individual's feet, a conveyor belt started moving, as the sanitation chamber opened up for the next process...
 
"Blame the scientists, I only have a title." Ghriin looked around once more and settled down. "I can't explain bureaucracy and science, I only have medical knowledge to work as a field nurse. Our biology is unlike many other races, and even compatible biology doesn't help us get any closer. Like I said, we're stuck and we can't get any help. That's all I can tell you." Ghriin noticed that even many of the civilians had settled down. "I need some help selling some product, but I can't let myself onto the Black Market Floor because I might punch somebody in the face for selling slaves or drugs or something. You think you could contact a guy from the local gang to get the word out about my product? If you're concerned what I'm selling, I've got organs and military grade cybernetics. I put trackers on the cybernetics in case someone uses them for murder. I'm a fan of anonymous tips."
 
Kolan raised an eyebrow, "You don't tell people you BUG products..." he said clearly upset. "If you were a smuggler, you know that is a stupid idea." Kolan wagged his cybernetic index finger. "That is going against the customer, and the customer is who you appeal to." Kolan scratched the back of his head with his cyber arm, "If that is the line of business you are in..."
 
The guy came from the crowd and she didn't notice. Too distracted by the human with the oddly simple sword. "I don't tell people they have trackers, and it's for moral purposes anyway. I don't rat on people who kill in self-defense, or even get revenge. And who are you?"
 
"Um, sure. I guess I can let them know you're selling cybernetics. I guess." Akira said, processing everything. "Look, I gotta go fight a serial killer in a minute. Just. Just stay outta trouble, okay? It'd be a shame to let someone cute get hurt doing something dangerous."

He walked away, pulling up his comm. "Trepoc, you there? She's not a druggy, just a cybernetics smuggler. Anyways, I'm ready for the next one. You said there was a serial killer?"
 
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