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

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Kolan peered at the two, "That is even worse. The customer should be treated as you would be treated... As for me..." He pulled out a Torek stick as he lit it with his cybernetic torch function of his cyber-hand. "I'm just a guy who offers advice."

From the comm line, "Oh a Cybernetic Smuggler huh? Eh, not much of a problem. Yeah, there's a serial killer Ithiss. He is a dangerous guy, he has really good power armor, and has some devastating mechanized claws attached to it... He's currently hanging out at the upper levels of a show room, there are some security droids going after him, hopefully they'll keep him busy for ya!"
 
"And I would prefer if safety measures were taken to make sure powerful cybernetics were not used for evil. It gives the seller character, and besides, it's not like civilians aren't being monitored every moment planetside anyway." Ghriin was certain of her response. Even her sister, Vedsik, had trackers in her cybernetics. She wouldn't let her have anything without trackers on her in the first place. She and Gmor became mercenaries, a trade which she likens morally to smuggling for profit - if done with moral discretion, it shouldn't be interfered with.
 
"The job of a smuggler is not based in morality, it is providing product. If you provide product that goes against the customers wishes... Bad things will happen." Kolan took a final smoke of his Torek. "I'm just saying, you don't need to listen to me, but the smuggler is not a creature who cares about morals. IT is about the credits, not the revolution."
 
"Ithiss, got it." Akira said, following a security drone into a showroom. "I think my HF sword should cut through his armor well enough, though."

He patted the hilt of his sword, examining the show room. It was time for JUSTICE.
 
"My people steal for morals, and it's what got me into the business. I mustn't lose myself, and I will not be convinced to come to the aide of those I detest. My stance is clear, firm, and unshakable." Ghriin nodded in conviction and began to walk off. She enjoyed her work, and helping her people, and turning a profit when she couldn't. It was lucrative, culturally significant, and to her, important to her society. She'd been talked to by others shunning her ideals before and she simply showed her conviction and stepped away, when it would be very easy to simply kick them in the jaw. It wasn't worth it. She had a high enough bounty from governments without needing a gang on her tail.
 
"I'm thinking that we should try looking in the black market district first." Grey and Jonathan stood in front of a giant map of the world, with a rather comical "You Are Here" arrow pointing to an indistinct part of the map.
"There's a black market district? I guess that Lucky Shots is as corrupt as everyone says it is. I thought it was just rumors." Grey scratched his fur, uncomfortable with the idea of an entire district zoned out for illegal activities. "I can't even comprehend the idea of a black market district, how did this happen?"
Captain Jonathan gave Grey a big smile "Isn't it great? All of the big casino planets have them. I hear that its the best way to get a cheap hook up. or cheap hookers, if you're into that kind of stuff" Captain Johnathan T. London winked and gave the now very uncomfortable Grey a nudge with his elbow. "Anyways. what should I try first? Cyberblast? Ultraweed? The New Jersey Experience? There are so many choices!"
Grey looked at Jonathan with expression of sheer horror "Sir, you are on duty! Do you have any morals at all?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"Sigh"
 
Kolan just slowly shook his head, as he finished the last bit of his Torek stick. He glanced at Aran, as he offered a small smile, "Well, let's go play some games..."
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The conveyor belt took "Graal'gix" across for several feet, as the conveyor belt stopped in-front of a chamber. From the walls there was a large blue beam, which consumed a large square shape and went up and down the individual. "Clothes are being weaved by space silk during this time." the voice said. Robotic hands came out as the beard was lathered in a thick cream. As it was lathered onto the face, the robotic hands began sculpting the lather to make sure it was one clean and perfectly crafted layer. The lather smelled like the fresh mountain air, but it was subtle with only a hint of the out doors. The robotic hands began quickly shaving with a straight razor appendage. The cut was clean, and there was no trace of a beard left. After that step was complete one of the hands began rubbing down the beard with after-shave.

Other hands began quickly moving, trimming the hair quickly and efficiently. After the hair cut was done, the excess hair was blown off, by another robotic hand which moved it's fingers into the position of fan blades, and activated. The fan provided a nice breeze while removing the excess traces of hair. Then, the robotic hand moved away, as the conveyor belt moved a few more feet.

The voice spoke again, "The suit will now be custom weaved for you." Various robotic appendages began spinning an obsidian silk around the man, and weaving it in the process. It was incredible at the speed which this device was functioning, as it was creating a pair of obsidian trousers were being made. The robotic appendages from above were spinning a dark crimson silk under-shirt. After the undershirt was made exactly for him, in a wonderful custom fit. The mechanical appendages swarmed around him, as they were maneuvering and creating an obsidian vest. The process was done quickly and efficiently. The conveyor belt then took a swerve to the right, as it stopped in front of a full length mirror.

"If you would like to get a different outfit, please enter the door through the right. If you wish to play the game, enter through the door to the left." Both doors were a simple white color, and a shiny golden handle.
 
"Oh, before I go." Akira said. "The cybernetics smuggler said her name is Ghriin. She said she wanted to sell some cybernetics and she needed to get the word out. Also she bugs everything in case they're used illegally. Seems good if a guy like goes berserk or something." he went on.

"Anyways, I think that's it. Later."
 
He looked down at his chest, approving of the apparel that he now had. But something was wrong... something... not quite right. There was no tie? No, that wasn't it... something else... That's right!

He undid the top two buttons of the crimson shirt, allowing some of his chest hair to be seen. There we go. Now it's just the right amount of class, charisma, and rugged good looks. He adjusted his vest, before moving to the door to the left. He gripped the shining, golden handle.

Now then. Let us play the game. He thought to himself, as he suddenly took a look onto his face that had not ever graced his face before. He smirked a little, and slicked his hair back. He puffed his chest out a little bit more (as if he wasn't big enough already). As he opened the door, he walked in with a sort of swagger in his gait.

"Sorry to be so late to the party, ladies and gentlemen. Now, when do we begin?" He said, his voice thick with confidence and excitement.

Indeed, he had learned these things just from observing people on the streets and in taverns. It was time to play the role of the overconfident player.
 
"Ghriin huh?..." There was a lengthy pause over the communicator, "Weird. Anyway, Ithiss is armed and dangerous, let the Security Droid go in first. Oh try to be careful." with that Treboc signed off from the comm device.

The security droid was powering up it's lazer arm, which glowed a sickly green. "This will be dangerous, good thing I am prepared to deal with such things. Allow me to perform an X-ray scan." The security droid's visor beamed a light green as he began scanning the room. "We must be prepared for this, the room will be scanned so we may best act."
 
"Alright." Akira drew his glowy blue blade, looking through the room himself. "So, big guy with power armor and claws, right? Well, either way there's two of us, so dispensing justice should be easy."
 
As Akira entered the room, the security droid slowly followed, keeping an eye on the perimeter. The stage was a huge place, and was designed as a Thrust Stage. The curtains were draped across of the front of the theater, while the back stage did not have the curtains draped. The entire theater was incredibly dark, as this stage was not going to be used for sometime as it appeared. But onto the matter of the lights, well besides a small area that was lit by the glowing samurai. The security droid spoke, "We need to get the lights... Ithiss is much more dangerous in the dark than in the light."

The security droid began as he turned his head in a 360 motion, as he was scanning the area, "I detect something wet..." Drip. "There is a steady source of something dripping above me, find the lights quickl-.."

CRASH! The sound of metal shattering echoed throughout the stage.
 
"Wha-?!" Akira backed up, pointing his sword at the source of the noise. "SOMEONE GET THE LIGHTS ON." he shouted, edging back towards the wall.

"Oh man, think think think.... got it. Holoscreen: Play Yuru Yuri." The flag swiveled around, bright colors flashing out and playing incredibly cheery music. It wasn't a perfect solution, but the closest thing Akira had to a lantern in this situation.
 
The flag went off without a hitch, and revealed that the Security Droid was destroyed, as large chunks of his body were left ravaged. The source of this was a giant slab of metal, which was cracked quite a bit from the damage, but was oddly still in-tact. The flag also revealed that there were some various props on the stage.

It appeared that there were some small prop trees directly in front of him which if the tree area was examined enough it appeared that there was a ladder still in place which led all the way up to a catwalk; while towards the back stage there was a large spaceship looking poster plastered onto a large wall which had some jet boosters onto the bottom of it, and a large rope was dangling across the prop, and extending to the front stage for several feet. From the looks of it, this looked like the set was that of a small theater performance, as it lacked really impressive props. From above there was a loud snap, as a sand bag fell right above the holographic flag, at least from where it was currently swiveling. There was skittering from above, as there was a vast cat-walk. The sound was getting quieter, all though it was the sound of stomping metal, so it was still pretty loud. From the sound of it it was going to the area above the tree props.
 
"He's above!" Akira said to himself, ascending the ladder. The catwalk was dangerous; he'd have to avoid falling off. Even though the armor could protect him from heavy impacts, he'd be open to a coup de grace.

He advanced slowly, sword raised in front of him, the light emitted from cute girls doing cute things showing the path across.
 
The sound of metal stomping skittering was fairly close. And the lights from the cute girls doing cute things showed the path of the cat-walk, for the moment there was only one path, but soon, the cat-walk diverged into five pathways, one straight, one to the right, one to the left, one that had a ladder going down (which was close to the left, and one going up (which was close to the right.)

There was a loud snap, as right in front of Akira something fell in right in front of him which was attached to a rope which held the sandbag from earlier. It was a young woman, around twenty years of age, but there was something about her... OH, the fact she was wearing some sort of white mask which partially covered the left side of her face. The woman looked limp, and was most likely dead.

There was some cackling, which appeared to play from all directions. "Greetiiiingsss... I am Ithiss, the Horror of the Stage, you have entered my territory, you will be the next to die. What is your role? That of the protagonist, the secondary hero? It doesn't matter what role you were assigned... For I am the final curtain call to all life." IT appeared that Ithiss rigged the sound system, the sound of metal stomping was heard, but the sound directed was kind of dulling it out, "I shall enjoy killing you." The holographic flag didn't shine any light onto this figure as of yet, but as the sound system stopped, if Akira paid attention, it would appear that the sound was in-fact getting closer to him...
 
Akira took several steps back, glancing back and forth through every path.

"My role is that of a CHAMPION OF JUSTICE." He shouted, lowering into a fight stance. "AND YOUR RAMPAGE ENDS HERE, VILLAIN."
 
There was the sound of maniacal cackling coming from all directions, "I've heard that speech many times... Many who claimed that role have perished beneath me." The sound of mechanical stomping appeared to grow quieter, "Your music... I do not care for it, allow me to make a suggestion..." The sound of mechanical stomping appeared as if it was coming from a higher plane now, as suddenly... from all directions blared.

"DAMN YOU!/
YOU LITTLE PRYING PADORA!/
YOU LITTLE DEMON!"

Hopefully that wouldn't catch Akira off guard, as a large stone prop was tossed at him towards the torso, if he paid attention to the holographic flag that was shining a bright light, and music (which was being consumed by the music that was blaring from the sounds of the stage) and most importantly it was coming from the upper left stage. And while there wasn't an official ladder that way, there were a vast series of sandbag ropes, as the flag illuminated and showed.
 
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Akira swung his sword, cutting the stone prop away. "A hero doesn't need to hide in the dark!" he called, before deciding his own music would overpower the felon's.

He jumped onto the sandbag ropes, and began to scramble from rope to rope towards the source, all the while shouting, "YURI YURA RA-RA-RA YURU YURI."
 
"Is this what you wanted to see?/
Curse you!/"

The ropes were snapping left and right, but as of the moment, Akira was climbing up all of the ropes in a heroic speed. The voice spoke up, "DARE YOU ENTER MY REALM!?" the voice said over the sound of the music while the ropes were continuing getting hacked.

"You little lying Delilah!/
You little viper/"
The music continued playing as the sound of maniacal laughter continued, from the catwalk above, it sounded even louder, as Akira continued up the ropes. "IF you can manage to get up here, I will bring forth the lights, but you will not manage to see such a show!"

The light from the swirling flag revealed two large metallic claws which were part, the source of the hacking. The man known as Ithiis was in very dark power armor, with no source of light coming from it.
 
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