Make it Burn Them

[Miss Blonde]

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Blasting out of hyperspace the Vice President of the Red Raven Criminal Syndicate's personal Battle Group came into air space of the silver station. The monster two thousand four hundred meter Star Defender known as the Red Dress at the center flanked by two Hades class cruisers. Behind them were multiple smaller two hundred meter blockade runners that were capable of carrying a fair amount of cargo, all and all the large fleet dwarfed the small station but it was a necessity, traveling with this much goods often made it very dangerous, pirates and other brigands would kill to have what was stashed aboard the ships. Not to mention the Vice President herself was aboard the Red Dress and she was a wanted lady when it came to bounty hunters and the One Sith.

Standing in the hanger wearing her tight red cloth dress the woman smiled and looked to her body guards and chuckled, the plan was pretty simple. Get on board, meet up with affiliates of the Rebel Alliance, then sell them guns and other goods. The woman walked into a small dropship loaded with weapons and ammo and other various gadgets then quickly exited the hanger and docked into the hanger of the silver station.

The doors opened up and soon Patricia Susan Garter took her first few steps out onto the metallic floor of the station, her high heels echoing off them. Behind her men set up a stand in front of the dropship and in neon lights that were set up the words RED RAVEN BLACK MARKET showed as Patricia stood behind the counter and awaited her customers to arrive to sell them stupid amounts of weapons.

 

[Krasnaya Xue]

There was cheeky, and then there was downright cheesy. That was how Krasnaya looked at things, and this whole neon lights affair was definitely within the bounds of the latter. The Red Ravens were not her favorite people, but they were at least temporary allies and had some interesting arms that the slowly expanding Alliance liberation forces could use. In particular, it had come to the attention of Rebel higher-ups that incendiaries might be critical for the ground troops. The admiral was quite confident in this, herself, despite the fact that she had little to do with the Marines overall. But she was here as primary representative, having the Red Fleet at her back in neutral space to ward off anyone who might try to get between the Rebel Alliance and Red Ravens truce.

The backbone command ship of the fleet--now on its last few rounds before being decommissioned from frontline service--RAV-001 Home One had arrived with the equally dated Inevitable-class battlecruisers to bring the fleet leader to Silver Station, their brooding hulks intimidating on their own, but easily overshadowed by the Red Dress. Admiral Xue scoffed at the super destroyer, but she was not here to discuss tactics. She was here on behalf of the Rebel faction to purchase the specified arms.

"Garter, security official of the Red Ravens, I presume?" she asked, noting the screaming red outfit that was present in just about every picture she had been provided of the criminal group's brightly blonde representative. "The sign is a little obnoxious, don't you think? Not exactly discrete, for sure."

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Krasnaya Xue"]

Patricia stood behind the stall and chuckled a bit at the woman's words who approached the booth, in a way she was right. The sign was a little obnoxious, but that didn't mean it wasn't awesome. So Patricia just smiled at the woman and put her chin in the palm of her hand as she leaned forward against the stall.

"Well you certainly knew where to go once it was up didn't you?" She said with another little chuckle.

"Also it's Vice President Garter, but it's nice to meet you. Admiral Xue if I'm not mistaken." She said with a friendly conversational but professional tone.

Patricia snapped her fingers a few times and soon a few men came from the dropship with crates and placed them to Patricia's side.

"So what can I get you today? Guns? Ammo? Grenades? Gadgets?" Patricia asked kindly and began to root around in the chest bellow her.

"I know you guys specifically asked for the napalm grenades but we have a lot of other cool stuff!" she said from beneath the table still rooting around until a single hand came up and placed a napalm grenade on the table

 

[Krasnaya Xue]

Well, this negotiation was rather quick and straight-to-the-point. That was--for the most part--ideal, but it left Krasnaya a little wary of being snowed. This one could maybe slow down some. She nodded in confirmation of her rank, perhaps subtly emphasizing the classical navy scarf and rank stripes she was wearing on her uniform. Nothing truly official for the Alliance, but it made her stand out as someone in charge of something. "I am the admiral."

She sincerely hoped that was not a live one the Raven had picked up. Her blue eyes tracked the movement of the other woman's hand and the explosive device. "Yes, the napalm grenades--they're our priority." More weapons could certainly not hurt. The problem was always the pricetag, though. The Rebels were... rebels, and not exactly a dominant controller of anything significant--economically or armaments-wise. That was something Xue hoped to change through the Selectivist doctrine she had come to adopt during her time in refuge on Praesitlyn. "We're focusing on weaponry that is operable in most conditions all of the time. The program is basically looking into anything that is considered low-tech enough to be ignored, but high-tech enough to not be obsolete. So that's where you can potentially get my attention--if you even have what I'd be looking for."

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Krasnaya Xue"]

Patricia made a sound from beneath the table that could best be described as "A-Ha!" As if she had found exactly what the woman was looking for. The ravens had a plethora of technology in their arsenal, some of the most advanced stuff in the galaxy even. So Patricia grabbed what was the most relevant to their request of weaponry.

Coming up with a nasty looking lever action shotgun and four various types of live shotgun shells Patricia set them down on the shelf and moved to the first order of business, which was of course the napalm grenades that were totally kick ass. Grabbing the very real and very flammable grenade she began to go over the specs of it.

"So this is the napalm grenade, comes In two variants. The traditional burn that lasts about five to ten seconds, and of course the napalm B that burns for ten minutes. You pull the pin and the little light turns on to warm the jelly." Patricia made a mock motion of pulling the pin while making sure it stayed in.

"Then take as much time as you need to throw, there's no time limit. So when you do throw the glass shatters and the lightbulb sparks and ignites the liquid. Pretty fun and it will roast pretty much anything, but it won't slag so be aware of that." She said setting the grenade down on the shelf.

Patricia then placed the Outlaw Shotgun down on the table and let the woman examine it.

"Cheap, reliable, and deadly" Patricia smiled and hoped it would please her new customer