Pia Devon (Ensign Talia Ohnari) ~ Disappointed and deflated

[Roxanna Canipe]

((Promenade B "Junk store" - Base Orinoco Beta "The Rock"))

Shyla: Anything interesting yet?

Had she found something interesting? Had she found something interesting? Oh by the Gods, she had indeed. A near perfectly intact biotic replacement arm complete with shoulder socket wiring for near any primary two armed species. This was a fantastic find. Now, what was she going to do with it? She hasn't decided. But something deep within her knew she could not leave the shop without it. 

Devon: More than I expected..Uh...anyone need an extra hand...? ::she jostled the joints to have it give a jaunty little wave::...What about you?

Dauntin: I’m seeing some Antredian salvage.  They’re noted for their bio-genetic sciences.  And organ harvesting.  That’s promising.  

He was really taking this organ harvesting persona to heart. Well...someone's heart, and he would be taking it. To sell. supposedly. And it would probably be hers, if the look she got after calling him "Greggy" was any indication. 

Delvok: I have only found items appropriate for setting a mood in a bedroom.

She tried not to snort. She was unclear if he was making a joke or not. 

Shyla: Scrap metals, weapons you know the good stuff.

Devon: Good stuff indeed...Do you think they have baskets or something..? Hands are kind of full..

Shyla: Based on the hunk of Orion I just bumped into they don't. He lost some stuff too from that pile of loot.

Drat. She could try and just...drap the arm across her own shoulders like a disembodied drunk friend needing a hand getting through the aisle. 

Dauntin: Whatever you can carry you can keep.  Or buy in this case.

Delvok: It appears that you have gained a considerable advantage in that respect, three arms are numerically superior to two.

Whoa, this Vulcan had the jokes. Maybe he was kidding earlier. 

Devon: Ha. Good one. ::rolling her eyes:: I guess I can just keep holding it...

Shyla: Could also put it on the floor and shove it with your foot. ::Humor from Shyla? Never.::

Dauntin: Oh!  That’s a good idea!  

She hugged the arm protectively. She was not putting the arm on the floor. It meant too much to her. 

Delvok: I must admit, Dr. Gregory Dauntin, you were correct about the interior of the store. There are now things that I would consider considering.

Devon: ::glancing around nervously, in hushed tones:: Don't get too loud, I don't want to out price myself with this...but do you know what a working biotic like this could go for?

Shyla: If it works, quite a lot. If it doesn't still a lot as long as it can be repaired or scavenged for rare parts. I assume.

Dauntin: Hm.  Deravian build with pre-hobus Romulan biotech.  ::he raised his brows as if to say ‘the good stuff’:: impressive.  

Devon: Exactly ::holding the arm up proudly:: I'm gonna call him Armand. Get it? Arm-an...nevermind. 

Shyla: I found a few weapons and.. accessories that I'd be interested in for a good price. ::Raising the pain stick that was still in her hand.:: And a souvenir from the .. ::She almost said home world but she was her as an Orion.:: ... people who know pain well.

Dauntin: Never know when you need a painstick.

Delvok: In my experience, pain compliance is the weakest form of compliance. There are more effective ways to neutralize an enemy.

Talia blinked and stepped a few paces back from Delvok. She wasn't sure where he was going with that but she wasn't asking. 

Shyla: Any revolutionary finds catching your interest? ::She looked to Dauntin and Delvok.::

He lifted a very plain looking opaque steely-grey jar.

Dauntin: I found a jar.

Devon: And we're all very happy for you. 

It was a jar. 

Shyla: I'm sure there are more peddlers or shops around that could have what we are looking for.

Dauntin: Probably a good idea, but I’m taking this.

It was a decently sized jar.

Devon: Alright...You do you. I'm going to haggle a price for Armand. 

Shyla: Response? 

Delvok: What is so interesting about this jar in particular?

Dauntin: Ah, it’s an Antredian organ-storage tank.  Handheld, very portable.

So it wasn't just a jar. A frisson of fear jolted through her momentarily. 

Delvok: I see. For the harvester on the go.

Devon: Never know when the need arises...Although I would hope you wouldn't just find one laying about. 

Shyla: Response? 

Dauntin: I think if we’re going for the tools to extract said organs, we’ll want to barter with the local medics.

Devon: I would think that would be found in whatever version of a hospital a place like this could boast... 

Dauntin: I’m not above blackmailing my fellow doctors…

Delvok: Nor do I imagine they are above blackmailing you.

Devon: Of course you are not...::nodding towards Delvok:: That is a valid point, we best watch out who we are dealing with. Or, in your case, who you attempt to blackmail, Greg. 

Dauntin/Shyla: Response? 

Delvok: I believe I shall wait for the next place to find my souvenir.

Devon: Alright, we will meet you outside. 

Now was the time to barter. And was she ever going to barter. She was trying her best to feign indifference. Her "poker" face, as it were, was solid. She would offer something low, state it was something about it being a model or two behind current. Mention a few dents and scratches in the titanium plating, stripped wiring, he of course would counter, say it was a universal connection, easily switched out, demand twice it's worth. 

Then, the scoffing would begin. 

She would bring in Greg, he would agree the coupling on the digits was well below the average on response time and therefore worth at least half what he was asking. Shyla would start to get an agitated look and start thumbing the hilt of a blade, Pia would start raising her voice and inferring the shopkeep's mother had possibly copulated with a genetically inferior mate, the shopkeep would threaten to cause physical harm, Greg would have to "step in" and hold Pia back...it was going to be glorious. Rolling her shoulders, Pia stepped up to the counter, ready for the song and dance known as "The Sale" 

With half a bite of some sort of roast meat stick hanging out of the side of his mouth, the foul smelling shopkeep crossed his arms and stared down at the arm Pia placed on the counter. Looking at it and then back at her, he shrugged his massive shoulders.

Shopkeep: Uh...two strips. I guess. 

Two strips? TWO STRIPS?? Did this man have any idea what this arm was worth?? How DARE he undervalue Armand that way! Talia was stunned beyond into silence. She had to work to stop her jaw from dropping open. She could not believe this man robbed her of her haggle. Deflated, she silently slid the two strips of the gold pressed latinum across the counter. She should be celebrating, but she felt....offense, on behalf of Armand. 

Devon: Th..thank you. 

Shopkeep: ::grunt:: Mhmm. 

Clutching her new purchase, she stumbled out the door in a near dase. What, had just happened?

Delvok: I have located the next place I find of interest.

Devon: My...haggle....

Dauntin/Shyla/Delvok: response?

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Pia Devon, drifter doc

As written by 

Ensign Talia Ohnari, MD
USS Constitution-B
C239205ME0