Alcohol and mechanics don't mix.

[Webb Nytro]

He lay underneath a rather large land-speeder. His back rested on the dolly, as he quickly screwed in a bolt, using a rather rusty wrench. He quickly released his grip on the wrench, allowing it to fall back into his red toolbox, which was chipped severely. He then placed his hand back into the box, removing a bottle of whiskey. He performed one last inspection over the bolts and other modifications, while chugging down the bottle. He placed the bottle back into the toolbox, gripping the handle as he slid out from under the speeder, using the dolly to assist him. He let out a sigh, removing a handkerchief from his blue jeans, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. He climbed to his feet, glancing out onto the streets. He then sat down, removing a cigarette box and quickly igniting it with an expensive lighter. He inhaled the smoke, waiting for any customers to enter, if there would be any, of course.

 

[Iris Tyrad]

Iris had been searching the fairly quiet streets for awhile, looking for a shop that sold motors, fusers, and various other ship equipment. Though what he was looking for was not urgent, he'd prefer to find the piece sooner, rather than later.

Luckily for Iris, it seemed like he had just found what he had been looking for. A small building lay on the street, pearling inside Iris could see a large array of spare ship parts on shelves inside the store. If any store on this street was going to have the piece of machinery Iris needed, it would be this one. Therefore Iris decide to check the place out.

Walking into the rather large room, Iris was met with the strong smell of whiskey. Great, a drunk. Just what Iris needed. The mercenary had almost decide to go back on the hunt for a different store, but realised it was likely to find another place like this within at least a mile. Therefore Iris would stay, waiting to get served by someone, if anyone was there that is.

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[Webb Nytro]

He slowly looked up after hearing the footsteps on the metallic floor. He jumped up, cigarette still in his mouth. He stumbled over to Iris, grinning. "H-h-howdy! Whaddya lookin' for?" He then headed over to his toolbox for a moment, removing the whiskey bottle. "T-t-t name is..W-Webb Nytro...mechanic.." He mumbled, taking a swig of the whiskey, not seeming to be affected by the burning sensation in his throat. "P-pick up...or...d-d-delivery?" He asked, chugging down half of the whiskey.

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[Iris Tyrad]

"H-h-howdy!" A man would exclaim, appearing from the floor of the workshop. The man seemed like a heavy drinker, well that's what Iris guessed after seeing him down a half bottle of whiskey. Even for Iris, that would be difficult.

But now it was time for Iris to explain why he was here. He needed titanium. Titanium ingots, and plenty of them. Hopefully the man would be up for a trade, and not get too suspicious on what Iris had planned to use the ingots on. Iris' worries had been put to rest when he saw this man chugging the whiskey, surely he couldn't be intelligent enough to even understand what Iris was planning, for even Iris didn't fully understand.

"I need titanium." Iris would declare "And lots of it." If they were available, Iris may also pick up some high powered motors.


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[Webb Nytro]

"Y-yes, I got 'em!" He said, dropping the bottle onto the ground. "The question I-is, how many credits ya got in your pockets?" He fell down, crashing into his repaired speeder. He groaned in pain, looking up at [member="Iris Tyrad"]. "S-sorry...I-" He interrupted himself, standing up.

 

[Iris Tyrad]

Out of nowhere the man fell, right ontop of a speeder it looked like he'd been working on. He was obviously drunk. "Are you okay?" The mercenary would ask, but figured he wasn't hurt, due to how he was already getting back up.

Well now it was time to see how much Iris could get for his 50,000 credits. He had mostly gained these from odd jobs around the galaxy. "I have around 50,000." Iris would say, hoping he would get a lot for this. If not, there was also plan B; come back to this place after hours and take what he wanted. However Iris wished it would not come to this, the last thing he wanted was even more people after him.

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[Webb Nytro]

"Uh....well, there is one small problem", He headed over to a red counter in the back of the removing, gripping another whiskey bottle, which was neatly set down on it. He popped open the cap, taking a sip before spinning back around. "Of course I'm alright. Ya wanna look 'round 'ere? Pick out some parts?" He asked, heading over to [member="Iris Tyrad"]. "What bring y-you out 'ere?" He asked, taking another swig. "Nice p-place, eh?"

 

[Iris Tyrad]

"Yeah it's great..." Iris would say, in a rather distracted voice. He was distracted by the large array of equipment and parts stacked along shelves inside the store. "What's this small problem them?" He would then ask, not sparing the mechanic a glance. Hopefully this 'problem' wouldn't prevent Iris obtaining what he wanted. If it did, Iris wasn't feeling in a haggling mood, so it'd probably end with his sword being drawn and resting on the mans neck.

At the fat side of the room, Iris spotted what he need. It was a large motor, though it was slightly rusted, it would still work fine. Instead of showing any interest in it, Iris turned back to the mechanic, waiting for a response.

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[Webb Nytro]

"Uh...w-well, ya see...I...." He stopped himself to sip down the rest of his new whiskey bottle. "I mean...f-fine! Y-ya can have 'em, but ya gotta do me a favor. Head over t-to the counter, so you c-can fill out some paperwork", He started towards the counter, literally falling onto it once he approached it. He slowly pulled himself up, reaching over the counter and grabbing a piece of paper. He spun around, handing it over to [member="Iris Tyrad"]. However, all of the required questions would be scribbled out with some type of writing tool, making it impossible to read any of the things sketched down.

 

[Iris Tyrad]

Full out some paperwork? It was a bit strange that someone would have to fill out paperwork for a simple purchase. But nevertheless Iris would walk over to the counter the mechanic was referring to, and would start filling out the form.

Approaching the desk, Iris saw the paperwork layed out. At first it seemed to normal, but as Iris started to read the first question, he noticed something was wrong. The first question was completely scribbled out. That wasn't the only one either, all the questions were drawn over. What was this? Instead of reacting, at first Iris just stared at the paper, wondering why it was like this.

"Hey, there's something wrong with thing..." Iris spoke to the mechanic.

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[Webb Nytro]

"N-no, I-I just added in s-some proper edits..." He mumbled, stumbling alongside [member="Iris Tyrad"]. Apparently, these letters looked normal to Webb, he was either drunk or insane. "I d-don't see a problem, m-man!" He swooped the paper out of Iris's hands, looking it over. "P-point to the problem, everything is n-normal", He dropped the papers on the table, taking another sip of his strong whiskey.

 

[Iris Tyrad]

The man took yet another sip of whiskey. As if he hadn't had enough already. Iris would have to intervene, he didn't want to wait for this man to sober up so he could buy what he wanted, he wanted it now. "I think you've had enough of that." The mercenary said, reaching out and grabbing the whiskey. He then, probably much to the mechanics dislike poured the liquid onto the floor. Pointing back at the paper, Iris was starting to lose his patience, "Is this some sort of joke to you? Cause I'm very short on time."

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[Webb Nytro]

He stared in disbelief as the alcohol hit the floor. "YOU MOTHERFETHER! ARE YOU FETHING S-SERIOUS. T-T-T-T-THAT COSTS A LOT OF FETHING CREDITS, FETHER!" He continued to shout out expletives, staring at [member="Iris Tyrad"]. "T-T-THIS AIN'T N-NO JOKE, THIS IS A JOKE T-TO YOU! I J-J-JUST WANNA DO MY FETHING JOB, I'M REALLY GOOD AT WHAT I FETHING D-D-DO!" He stumbled backwards, tripping and falling to the ground. He groaned in pain, just lying there, not moving a single muscle.

 

[Iris Tyrad]

Again, the man fell. This time it looked more serious, the mechanic was now lying on the ground, letting out a single moan. For an instance, Iris thought about just taking what he wanted as the mechanic was on the floor, and didn't look like he was in any condition to stop Iris from doing what he wanted.

Instead of doing this, Iris decided he would have to wait with the man, maybe even call some medics if he got any worse. "Hurry up and get up," Iris said impatiently, "I'm not someone you want to keep waiting." He would finish, threatening the man who still led on the floor.

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[Webb Nytro]

He slowly pulled himself to the feet, gripping his ribs. "A-alright! J-j-just..." He stopped himself, clumsily climbing over the counter. He pulled open a filing cabinet, nearly knocking it over. He pulled out a piece of paper, dropping it down on the counter. This paper would be the same application, but without the "edits". It asked simple questions and could be easily filled out. "H-how is t-t-that?" He asked, collapsing on the seat behind the counter.

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[Iris Tyrad]

It finally looked as if the mechanic had finally done something right, and had given Iris the correct form. Instead of answering his question, Iris began to fill the form. The questions were simple, and didn't give Iris any difficulties. Only 2 minutes later, Iris had finished filling out the sheet. Sliding it across the desk, Iris still wondered what it was for, now was the time to find out. "So, Ughhh what's this sheet for anyway?"

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[Webb Nytro]

"Y-you know, standard stuff....right?" He asked, pointing to the back of the room. "Take 'em back 'ere to the counter, pay your credits...and whatever. A-alright?" He asked, slumped over his seat. He reached over, opening up the filing cabinet once more. However, instead of pulling out any papers, he removed a black whiskey bottle. He twisted off the cap, taking a sip. "I'll be waiting 'ere".

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[Iris Tyrad]

"Alright." Iris responders in his natural, rough voice. Looking back up at the mechanic, he noticed that the man had summoned another bottle of whiskey. This man was a serious alcoholic.

Walking around the store, Iris quickly found the titanium ingots he was looking for. Though they weren't titanium alloy (which would've been perfect for Iris) they would have to do. Loading 10 of the ingots into his heavy duty back pad, Iris would then head to the location where he'd seen the motor.

Finding the motor, Iris place it in the bag as well. Deciding that there was anything else of interest in the store, the mercenary decided to go back to the counter and leave as soon as possible. Arriving back at the desk, Iris dropped the heavy bag onto the desk, ready to pay.

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[Webb Nytro]

"Uh...700,000 credits...p-p-please..." The drunken man said, taking another swig. "I'm pretty sure we a-a-agreed on 700,000...r-r-right?" He asked, popping open the rusted cash register. "C-c-c-credits...p-please!" He pulled himself to his feet, smiling. "Y-y-y-you want a beer? Whiskey? Scotch? Anything?" He asked, drinking down the rest of the bottle in a matter of seconds. "T-t-t-thanks for stoppin' b-by, please hand o-over the credits."

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[Iris Tyrad]

700,000 credits? This man had to be kidding. "No. 50,000." Iris said correcting the man. With the amount of alcohol this man was drinking, Iris suprised he could even function. Iris couldn't wait until he could leave this mans presentence, he was wasting time valuable time. Time that Iris could be using to make more credits. The thought of nailing this man to the wall lingered in Iris head. He was testing his patience.

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