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The Cornerian Complex


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"Know?" Kabier asked, "Know what?"

 

"That's, uh... classified," Drake chuckled.

 

"Zack?" Tuz'iin exclaimed, his voice still scratchy, "Zackary, is that you?"

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"Hey!" Tuz'iin exclaimed, "Zack! It's been a while!"

 

"Do you two know each other?" Drake asked.

 

Tuz'iin, upon seeing who was speaking, snapped to attention. "General Indari, sir!"

 

"At ease, Shadow," Drake responded. He looked to Zackary. "Didn't he work with you in that incident with Marauder One?"

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"Yes we met briefly",Zack replied "I was only there for the end, so I'm sorry for recognizing you right off the bat",he added.

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"No problem, man - As I had said earlier, I was going to get some Romulan Ale," Tuz'iin said, "While Leigh gets the supplies for the Insurrection Alpha."

 

"Whatever happened to that M41A Pulse Rifle you used?" Drake asked.

 

"That's the other reason I was here - it was damaged about a month ago, and I left it in the hands of a quartermaster friend of mine to repair it. I came here to pick it back up." He looked to Zackary. "Care to tag along?"

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"Chance to see more guns... Hell yeah!",Zack replied excitedly. 

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Tuz'iin bought a bottle of Coke and sipped it before he said, "Come on - quartermaster's over here." He led Zackary around the complex, and finally to a sporting goods store, stocked with all manner of hunting rifles, shotguns, and pistols. Behind the counter was a freckle-faced Terran.

 

"Jerry!" Tuz'iin greeted him. "How the hell are you? Still chewing the same dirt?"

 

"I am, unfortunately," Jerry answered. "You?"

 

"Came to pick up my rifle," Tuz'iin said.

 

Jerry chuckled. "Thought you'd be stopping by for it," he said as he reached under the counter and pulled out this:

 

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"Fixed the damage for you," he said. "And with all the modifications you had on this thing, it wasn't easy."

 

"That's why I took it to you," Tuz'iin responded. "'Cause I knew you could handle it."

 

"Not everyone on Corneria is qualified to repair a damaged, heavily-modified M41A Pulse Rifle, Shadow," Jerry said, tossing the rifle to Tuz'iin.

 

"Thanks, Jerry - I owe you one," Tuz'iin chuckled.

 

"Let's not wait until New Texas again, eh Shadow?" Jerry responded. Tuz'iin turned to Zack.

 

"Ever seen one of these before?" He asked, brandishing the Pulse Rifle.

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"Ohhh Yes!",Zack exclamed "M4A1pulse rifle, I made a prop one actually",he added.

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(Last post for the night. Gonna get some shut-eye. If I'm not on tomorrow, I'll be on the day after. G'nite, people.)

 

Tuz'iin laughed. "I'll bet," he said. "This gun has saved my ass more than once, I'm thankful to say - over the years, I've made a number of modifications - added a nanoscale electromagnetic accelerator coil in the barrel, chambered it to fire caseless10x28mm Hardened Titanium-Tungsten AP rounds, and I converted the grenade launcher into a disruptor."

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"well goddamned" The voice of Balsa says, looking over the shoulder of Zack at the rifle. "I didn't expect to see one of those things anytime soon." Sh moves in for a closer look. "How many bullets does it hold?"

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"Well, it holds 99 rounds, and I didn't think I'd need an extended-capacity magazine with a mag already larger than the extended mag of an RX Kalashnikov AK50M7," Tuz'iin responded to Balsa's query. He offers a hand to shake and introduces himself, "Tuz'iin Do'Vokun, Marauder Operative, Dragon'taan Marauder Corps... most call me Shadow, though."

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"Victoria Guisella Basalt Aff Miklagard." Balsa recites, rolling her head over each syllable as she talks. "I prefer Balsa, and i strongly encourage it as well." She leans back towards the gun. "I am the head of a collection of private contractors, and our original plan was to mass produce the M1A1 for the troops. However circumstances required a pinch more of restraint, so we had to build our own gun."

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Tuz'iin was about to speak when his watch beeped. He looked down at it, and frowned. "Funny... Leigh should have been here by now," he said. He looked up at Balsa. "I don't suppose you saw a red-furred Cornerian fox woman out there, did you?"

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"I've been in this bar for a good while now, you would be better off to ask my little one when she arrives." Balsa throws a glance backwards to the entrance of the bar. "Whenever that may be."

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"In that case," Tuz'iin said, activating the comm unit in his gauntlet. "Leigh, you copy? Over."

 

"Tuz'iin, where the hell are you?!" Leigh demanded over the radio. "I'm spread across hell trying to find you! Over."

 

"Leigh, relax; I just picked up my rifle from Jerry," Tuz'iin responded. "Is there something I need to know about? Over."

 

"Not necessarily," Leigh answered. "It's hard enough to find you on Dragon'taan. Where are you? Over."

 

"In Jerry's shop, over," Tuz'iin replied.

 

"Copy - I'm on my way, over and out," Leigh said. Tuz'iin shut off his comm system and turned to Balsa with a shrug.

 

"The woman really cares for me," he commented.

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"Lucky bastard" Balsa snorted, taking the time to reach behind the counter and "appropriate" the contents of her favorite bottle. She swigs and pours the rest into a glass. "I should probably find Gracia a cell phone, but i still think she is a bit too young."

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"You could probably start out with a long range walkie talkie with a single two way channel... Just an idea", the hybrid piped up.

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"You expect an..." Balsa did the calculations in her head, rolling numbers around in her head until she found one she liked. "Eight year old to lug around a walkie-talkie?" Balsa scoffs and drinks from the bottle of alcohol, the poured glass still in her free hand.

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"You push a button and talk...I don't think it's that complicated", Zackary replied.

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"I never said Gracia was an imbecile" Balsa snaps. "What i said was she was too young for a fuckin cell phone. A walkie-talkie is an oversized less useful cellphone."

Balsa reaches over the counter when the bartender turns his back, snatching the bowl of cherries to pop into her mouth. "Not to mention way too large for her to carry in a  pocket."

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"Neither did I and the sets we have today vs 50 years ago are smaller and much better, besides I was just making a suggestion you don't have to get all pissed about it", Zackary replied.

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"And you dont have to presume to supercede my parental authority with comments" Balsa snaps, watching the bartender intently for his back to turn.

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"I wasn't, I was just making a godamn suggestion",Zackary snapped back

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"Look you ugly..." Balsa is interrupted mid sentence as her head is enveloped in a hug. "Hi Momma!" Little Gracia says, Balsa laughing as she pulls her off and sits her on a strangely extended bar stool.

 

Gracia has to stand on her feet to see past her freakishly tall mother, leaning at an obtuse angle to wave merrily to Zackary.

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Zackary waved back with a smile "so you were saying?", Zackary asked.

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