A Deal With Bullets

[Salaza]

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Everything about this plent screamed one thing: hot. Why anyone would want to live here was beyond reasoning for Dillon Trask. He hated being here the moment he stepped off the transport. It was blistering. The people seemed miserable or were more his type of scoundrel. And it seemed clear this was far from anything that resembled a paradise in the galaxy. Still business was business and that was what Trask was here for.​

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He had come under the orders of Sempra the Hutt to talk with a [member="Warren Century"] about a deling involving weapons and armor. He felt it odd that the Hutt would send a hired gun to act as diplomat, but apparently beggers couldn't exaclty be choosers. What made it worse was that Sempra made it clear not to kill or mistreat Warren anyway, meaning not as much fun as could be had in this sort of situation. The more it annoyed him the more Dillon was starting to wish he had a cold drink right about now.​

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He stood outside a building where he was suppoed to meet with Century, a lot of rags over his body helping to conceal his armor and weapons. Even one covering a lot of his face. The only thing poking out was his left eye, the dark green hue making it look darker than regular human eyes. He leaned against the wall and kept looking back and forth between the only directions the contact could come from. At this point he was getting annoyed of waiting. Part of him wanted to just drop it all and find a nice lady to spend the rest of the day with. But wrather than tick off the Hutt and suffer the consequences he just stood and waited.​

 

[Warren Century]

The weather was hot, and humid. In short, the planet was miserable. Were it not for the fact he already had a base of operations here, Warren would have picked ANY other planet in the cosmos, in the universe to put his business on. Being that as it may, Warren had a guest he was supposed to meet. Coming outside, Warren was dressed in a tunic, and shorts. Sandals were on his feet, providing him little protection against the heat, but he had put on sunscreen that morning. "I assume you are here on behalf of Sempra the Hutt? If so, by all means come inside. "
With that, Warren gestured to the doors of his place of business.

 

[Salaza]

Once [member="Warren Century"] had poked out Dillon gave a little annoyed grumble. He commented "About time." before being allowed to enter. Once it did he did notice how cooler it was on the inside as compared to the drastic difference outside. It was anough for him to sigh with relief before slowly taking off each peice of wrag after the other. All it came down to was the one over his face, which he tore off to save time. At that point Century would be able to see the cyber eyepatch over his right eye. A red, robotic eye seemed to zoom in and out as Trask looked around, only to focus on Century once he looked in his direction. ​

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"So...Doc," he begam tossing his rags away and not caring where they landed. "Sempra says you have the goods, and I'm here to make sure you deliver them. So whatever we're talking about here had better be good. I didn't come here to sit in sand all day just for junk."​

 

[Warren Century]

"Very well. Allow me to demonstrate an innovation made by a former employee of mine." With that, Warren pulled out an M11 Tractor Beam Wand that had been made by Makkik. Grabbing an empty canister, he tossed into the air and then used the Tractor Beam Wand to move it around. This was a very useful device, because it could emulate Force Pull. "This can emulate Force Pull, presently. I'm still working on technology to allow it to mimic the ability of the Force Users to push things out of their way with the Force. It will take some time, but soon I'll have a completed version of the device ready for you to mass produce."

 

[Salaza]

Trask only stood back and watched before seeing [member="Warren Century"] demonstrate his little 'force pull' wand at work. Trask's eyes followed the canister through the air before it came down, all the while listening to Century explain how it worked and how he would plan to build further on it. "Neat trick, Doc. But how well can it work? Fast enough to stop a blaster bolt?" as he asked his hand crepped down towards the hilt of his pistol, only a joke to scare the scientist is all. "I've heard Jedi could push blasts back if they tired hard enough. That magic wand able to do that?"​

 

[Warren Century]

"One, it's not magic. It's science. It presently is incapable of pushing anything back, a feature that will be introduced later. Yes, it might be fast enough to grab a blaster, but I'd rather not find out. " This was said with a sigh, as Warren didn't want to engage in a fire fight within the confines of what was essentially, his house. When the guy reached towards his blaster, Warren used the wand to snatch the blaster pistol and dropped the canister while doing so. Given the encounter he had with Gordosa, Warren wasn't gonna risk getting shot. No thank you, he preferred not being injured, and being alive to being dead, so yeah. "The Tractor Beam Wand is only the start. I have many other projects, including a custom made blaster that's presently a work in progress, but WILL be finished soon. When it's done, I'll show it to you."

 

[Salaza]

Feeling the blaster zip out of the holster and into the air made Trask chukle. [member="Warren Century"] proved to be quick with his little science stick, but that didn't mean he was THAT fast. Still Trask chukled and held his hands up, saying "Only a joke, Doc. You don't have to worry. I was told not to kill or harm you. Only to get you back to Sempra in one peice with the deal made and the equipment on the way to the cartel. And so far only one half of that is being done. I'm waiting to see how the other goes." As he finished he leaned back against a nearby table before crossing his arms, his red cybereye zooming in on Centruy to await an answer.​

 

[Warren Century]

Thinking of the offer, Warren realized a few things. One, upgrading this place would require a massive influx of credits that he didn't yet possess a problem possibly solved by aligning with the Hutt Cartel, albeit temporarily. There was another matter it would also resolve however, and that is perhaps they could persuade a Force Alchemist to make a few items that he actually needed, among other things a coating for his armor that he'd eventually build that would provide it protection against lightsabers, blasters, and electrical attacks including EMPs. As he had once been a droid, it only took him a few seconds to think of all the ramifications of the offer, and potential benefits. "We have a deal. Now that we have a deal, you make take me to meet with Sempra. There's a few documents he must sign, and what not."