Arms & Armaments
Posted on Mon Jul 4th, 2016 @ 11:10am by Commander Jordan Gunning & Commander Titus Livius Drusus PhD
Edited on on Wed Jul 6th, 2016 @ 3:57pm
Mission:
Lie Of Omission
Location: Pike City, Cestus III
Timeline: Four weeks after departure from Starbase 332
It had been three days since Jordan had first spoken with Traxx and, according to updates, things were progressing well. Perhaps most importantly, his 2032 had been processed and he was now a licenced investigator with a badge and a gun. Well, the right to carry a gun. He crossed the street toward Hill Valley Weapons, a store he'd been given a pointer to from someone at a coffee shop.
The store was small, only about the size of a Danube-class cabin but it was stocked to the gunnels with arms and armaments. He nodded to the cashier who sat behind a phaser-proof panel.
"Well how-do today there, sport?" the cashier's voice crackled through the intercom from behind his panel. "What can I do yer for on this here fine day?"
Jordan looked back around from a particularly vicious looking rifle and stepped up to the panel. "I'm looking for a sidearm - preferably something with a pulse action." He had given thought to his old career and the focused phasers he was used to wearing on his hip but they were too slow, especially if you were outnumbered. Something told him he might find himself on the wrong end of some long odds.
The cashier grinned wide, his face overly animated. "I knew yer were lookin' for a sidearm the moment you came in. I says to myself, I says Jet, this here gentleman is a gentleman who needs a dependable sidearm - preferably one with a pulse action - that ain't gonna fail 'im when he needs it most. So I made a point o' preparin' a couple o' examples for yer perusal." He flicked a switch and suddenly a panel next to him, on Jordan's side of the wall, hissed and unfolded itself to reveal three heavy-looking pistols resting in display cradles. "I got these beauties in just las' week from a supplier on Hesperia. Quaal-e-tee merch, if I do say so m'self."
Jordan wished he'd asked for a shotgun to see what range the strange little man would have 'specially prepared' for him. As it was, the pistols did look to be close to what he was after. They all resembled old-fashioned revolvers, presumably to allow rotating action, meaning that one power cell could recharge while the others were cycled through. It was a clever system, especially if it was a pulse action. The top one was the smallest of the three but featured a fairly meaty scope which looked like it could mark a target at a significant distance.
The bottom one was a straight-up hand cannon with what looked like a secondary fire option, presumably some kind of physical round. All a bit much. The middle option on the other hand featured a slightly more swept look, the handle coming back at an angle while offering a fairly sizeable barrel. "Mind if I try it?"
The cashier all but bowed to his customer as he said, "By all means, get a feel for it. One of the advantages of these models is the way they feel ... heavy, powerful, lethal. Just the sight o' one o' these babies and everybody gonna know you mean business."
He took the weapon and felt a satisfying heft. This was no space-age alloy, this thing was made from a significant chunk of metal, at least on its outer casing.
"Feels good, don't it?"
"It does indeed." Gunning checked the settings. Standard Federation phasers had as many as sixteen but this only seven. Simple and effective. "How much?"
"Well, I'm glad you like it, sport," the cashier said, laying on what he called charm as thick as he could, sensing the sale. "And you know something? I like you. I can tell yer a dissernin' gentleman with an eye for quality. That's why I'm gonna give you ... a special discount." His arms shot up defensively, "Now I know, yer prob'ly hear that kinda talk from every salesman yer meet, but I assure you I am sincere. Jus' don't tell ole man Hackett, hear? We'll keep it between you and me, sport. And it means you can walk out o' here today with that there piece o' art for the low price of only four hundred."
"Credits?" Jordan was fairly taken-aback by that. Four hundred credits seemed fairly reasonable but he was so used to dealing with gold pressed latinum that he couldn't really be sure any more.
He laughed and slapped the desk in front of him. "Well, what else, sport? We don' got much use fer silver dollars 'round here, do we? O' course credits. And that's a very good price I'm givin' yer, too."
"Okay, sold."
The Cashier [NPC: Drusus]
Jordan Gunning
