Location: Zeltros - Red Light District
Objective: 1 & 3
After a drink and a chat about current events and the business world of the black market, the two of them headed out the back of the place and into a series of workshops which operated under the watchful guise of Bobby and his trusty men, each of the hired guns looked badass in their own right, though, Orphen was not entirely sure that the weapons they had on their person were entirely legal, but, to each their own, as long as Orphen didn't see disrupter type weaponry, he was a rather happy person. The last thing he wanted was to have the threat of one of those things hovering over his conscience, and the last think Bobby wanted was the kind of heat which that kinda weapon bought to the table, even on a planet like this. Looking down at the industrial side of things, a lot of the operation seemed to be making semi-assembly line, near mass produced quality stock, though the grade was a little higher than your standard militia, it was still not grandiose. Though, walking through the area until they came to a specific workstation, where a buff looking tattooed human woman stood, grease stained and working on something a little more impressive, the item in question seemed to be a rifle of some kind, the visor and with Orphens on careful deduction assumed that it was a magnetically charged slug-thrower, functionally a personal rail-gun, with a floating barrel. the item looked nice. Orphen nodded, taking note of the tools she was using and attempting to deduce their purposes in case he would have to use them at a later date.
"Blood, this is Nina, she's my guy for taller orders like your own, she will get you sorted to a degree I am sure that your employer will be satisfied with."
Orphen thanked Bobby for his help, before looking to the woman and bringing up the designs he had penned, she cocked her head to the side, chewing on grit before looking up at Orphen, then down to his sides where he had his own guns holstered.
"You know he sees right through you right...? The guns are for you, you do no-one any favors for hiding these things, you just get something that's not built for your own grip. But, the design is interesting... Hollinium huh? Alright, we can work with this, you've missed a couple little things and some of your wiring is wrong, but we can fix that. See, the way you have it wired here, past the insulation, that would heat up the circuitry, and cause the gun to overheat with rapid fire, though it's easier, its best to make some more and steer clear... you modeled this after the mass produced rifle, which is something they did too..."
In that single instance, Orphen felt like an idiot, checking over his work and finding immediately that she was absolutely right. But, it was good to learn these things, Orphen was still young, and weapon systems were not his strong suit, though he was getting better with them the more he worked on them, and people like Nina, were the kind of people best to learn from, she had likely hand-built hundreds of weapons for Bobby, if not more, making her one of those people with hands on experience which a lot of people like Orphen, who read books, simply did not have. Some problems just needed to be experienced...
After getting started,, Orphen watched the process, wanting to know how his guns were made from the beginning to the end, watching Nina toil over the hot steel, and eventually, because she got sick of him sitting there, being forced to be her personal assisstant for a time. Running from one place to another with moulds, and going for ingots, and running errands, holding things and handing her tools, the works... the entire process took hours of labour, but, between the two of them, it was better than taking days for the commission to be done. With Orphen doing the leg work, the end results were completed in duplicate, tested and primed, the only thing left was the method of payment...
"You know..." Nina spoke sighing now that they were done. "It probably would have been easier for a Jedi to simply go a republic station and get this done... Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone about the two glow-sticks behind you, you're a client, I just find it interesting." The panic fled from Orphen's eyes, he was happy that the business sense of these people seemed to be relatively good, some gangsters would simply rat him out, and then have him chewed out by the heavily armed guards.
"You know nina, you could really make a name for yourself at Greyson Industries... you're talented and you would have better facilities than here... But, I don't wanna take you from Bobby. haha. Anywho, thanks for the work, and thanks for the other stuff, how much do I owe you for the weapons? With parts, labour, I'll settle for 10k?"
Nina shook her head.
"20, cos i made them better than your origional design..."
"12.5 I'll tip you an extra 500 if you want it. "
"15. I aint that cheap, I can throw in some holsters for you... and wont slap you for trying to buy me from Bobby. He's a good guy you know."
"Deal."
After payment, Orphen left, with another two holsters which traced slightly up and back from his other two pistols where his new toys sat, to either side of and below the 6 disc drones which were already in place there. It seemed like the day was working out rather well, his scans of the weapons did not result in any inherent faults with the guns. But now, it was time to do what he actually came here for. and look for influential people who would support the world joining the republic...
