Ajax looks Silver saying, "I am a Weapon Master of all types of weapons and I know the value of each and every weapons in the pile, Borg! Plus, I know how to use all weapons, may it be old or new and some that don't know about... Add-up what you have, so far."
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"I can help you guys out."
 The large crazy speaks from a short distance away. He calls out while standing in the back of his truck, hunched over.

He hops down, to look at the group. He stands at 6'6, and is wearing Metallic-armoured leggings, and a black under shirt. The leggings are obviosly the lower half of some body armour. Large display shelves are extended form the back of the truck, all sorts of weapons are available on them, Coalition and Quebec in nature mostly, but some Northern gun, and Wilks weapons are among them. They look like display models, and are all empty. There are several crates lying around, and several more in the back of his truck.

Several other rougheons are around, who seem to be partners of the large crazys', they are dealing with other people currently. A Mystic Knight, and a Cyber Knight are among them, along with a Juicer, and a Leviathan model Cyborg.

After he hops down, he walks towards the group to avoid having to shout over the other people around at the Exchange.

"First - there aint no way this guy knows how much that missile-rifle is worth. It has never seen an open market, and just barely went into mass production. Even still it has only been on the field for a year and a half. You can't buy that CTT-M20 anywhere but here - we could only guess at how much the cost will be when it eventually hits most dealers. I would guess at 80 000 - and 60 000 for the CTT-P40."

After a brief pause while he looks the group over, he adds:

"Name's Zed by the way. Nice to meet ya."
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Ajax turns toward Zed saying, "You are wrong, I can. But, there is a way to find out..." Ajax links with the weapons, he start telling the complete technical spec for the weapons in full detail...

After, he has given out the complete spec for the weapons, he says, "Add-up the data that I have just given you. That will give you it value."
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"Holy shit is this guy a golem too?" referring to Ajax.

Zed looks closer to see if Ajax is alive, or if he is a mindless golem...

"Don't talk to me" - again referring to Ajax.

Ajax looks back at Silver saying, "These two weapons are more valueable than the price Zed came up with! Ajax unlinks from the weapon and place them both in the file.

"Hello Obidiah. My name is Sharp...Sharp the Red. The laid back crazy throws out the few e-clips and RMK kits he pilfered. When Ajax starts in with his nonsense Sharp just shakes his head in bewilderment. "Geez Silvermasque what is your problem? Don't you realize that Ajax is weapons master of all type of weapons. Just add up his data if you don't believe me. It all adds up! He can defy logic and sound reasoning. He is that damn good.
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"Ajax, do you ever get tired of sounding like an idiot? Cause if not then keep it up, by all means, it's actually making me feel a bit better..."

Van continues looking through the exchange.

   After having initially separated from the group, Lotus can be seen all of the sudden standing next to the bulky form of Silvermasque.  It would appear as though she is using the borg as cover from something, although there are certainly no apparent threats at the moment.  After a few seconds, Lotus seems to calm down and pay more attention to the divying up of loot.  She appears to be carrying a new sword in a new sheathe however.
   "Seems like forever since the last pay day..." the mystic knight mutters to herself until she spots the other mystic knight at the exchange.  She knocks lightly on Silvermasque's metallic plating before moving to greet the kindred spirit.  "Save a share for me, eh Silver?" She says as she moves towards the other mystic knight.
   As her order rarely bares any rank or insignia, she uses her other senses to identify the approximate rank and status of this individual. 
   As is tradition among the order, Lotus removes her helm and bows to her compatriot solemnly.  She looks into the other knight's eyes and smirks.  "It is an honour.  You are the first knight I have met since arriving here in the kingdom of Tolkeen."
   Lotus has lost her previously omnipresent smirk and appears to be consumed by her discipline.  From the way she is behaving, it would appear that this new mystic knight outranks her.

PM

 'Masque stands there with one of those oversized grins on his face as Ajax cheerfully makes a fool of himself some more, but before he can go into an extended lecture on the power of market forces, the helpful local wanders on over... "Is about what I am trying to get at... " he admits, before laughing uproariously at Sharp's comment "Of course, I should be apologising, da? - or perhaps not... in any case, sounds as if is very nice gun, but I am partial to good, solid NG product - reminds me of home."

 The ting-ting of a little fist banging on an exposed section of armour however, causes him to turn and look down, his lower-left hand coming around to lightly pat her on the shoulder - and lightly is the operative word, for obvious reasons... "Is no problem, youbet... do not want you coming after me with sword, I am having no desire to find out what you will cut off if cannot reach neck..."

 But, back to business - his lower-right hand extends towards the weapons dealer in an amiable fashion, "I am Silvermasque, at least for advertising purposes - chrome plated flunky in mercenary army of Tolkeen... care to be making offer on pile of guns, equipment, 'Borg parts and several partially melted but salvagable RPA suits?"

 And, with some of the technical information Ajax supplies, he helpfully points out that... "Given, for example that particle beam cannon is shooting further than NG-E12, delivering comparable energy to target but doing so from forty-shot clip and comes with integral laser targetting? - unless of course that was offer price, not suggestion for Market price?"

 Ahhhh, the fun part. Negotiations.


 [And a part I would suggest simply gets abstracted... ^_^ ]

Callie shudders a bit, watching the large, semi-articulate, Warborn link with the new rifle, but finds her curiosity piqued.  Damn, choices.  New gun, or weird guy who seems to be another tech-head....

Shooting a look at the pile of bits Pluto company amassed in Hillcrest, she moves towards the armored figure.  I can always play with the toy later  She approaches Ajax hesitantly and taps on...well, on a reachable, non-embarrassing (to her) protuberance such as an arm or a hip.  "'scuze me, but I haven't seen too many hereabouts could do that too.  Though," she adds with after a bit of a pause, "You're a bit more...organic...about it than any I've seen before."

Xion nods to Zephram, "I agree we need to keep them occupied, especially a certain few. Guard duty for some, more menial tasks for others. Perhaps if we put some of the hotheads in the kitchen or somewhere helping it will calm them down, or at least teach them to respect authority. I feel that I am learning as I go and that is probably not the best scenario for some of these personalities, but it is the situation we are in. I am adapting and things are getting better sir. Zephram, would you like first pick of the troops?"

PM

"Let me take a look..."

In the pile:

4 skelebot rail guns
CTT-P40
CTT-M20
C-40 Rail Gun
24 CP-30
15 C-40 rifles
4 C-50 rifles
2 C-29 rifles
76 frag grenades
21 heavy high grenades
65 rifle-grenades (C-50)
26 smoke grenades
several flares, vibro-knives, personals
A borg for parts
and several pieces of Coalition body armour.

(Silvermasque what are you talking about when you mention RPA suits?)
(have I missed anything?)

Harmon stares skeptically at the group he is supposed to join. His look turns even more sour when Calliandra starts talking to the giant supernatural monstrosity, Damn but we must be getting desperate.... he mutters darkly.

It is only so long before the pile of weaponry draws his attention, Ahhh! bravo cat-man! Now there's some booty! he says with real enthusiasm. You can only assume he refers to the guns and not the Tiger's cybernetic anatomy.

A second thought seems to interject itself and he looks at the platoon with a more measured gaze, You guys must have done pretty OK. This is some heavy crap, and I'm guessing the CS scumbags didn't send it over as a house warming gift. Unless, you just stumbled on a weapons cache.... Yeah, that must have been what happened.... he nods his big head knowingly, but his eyes sparkle with playfulness.

He looks over the weaponry casually, but will offer an opinion if zed's offer seems out of line.

Ajax slowly turns to voice saying, "." I am a Warborn, we live for WAR! We have special abilities to merge with any type of weapons, vehicles, body armor, power armor, or robot. By mergeing with them, we can use them better than you ever think of and we know how to repair them all. We use those abilities as warrior to fight...Who are you and is your purpose?"

"Not only that, he's a real lady killer..." Van adds, as some of his smart-assedness begins to return.

He looks strangely at Zed, as if perhaps he's seen him before. But then he shakes it off, realizing that in fact what he is remembering hasn't happened yet, and so he continues on with this timeline.

OOC - Van didn't meet Zed until after Tolkeen, right?

 [ Well, I don't know about the SAM's but the Hellraiser was pretty unharmed, and the two Terror Troopers taken down by fairly pinpoint fire - given that we had an APC, two PA suits and a 'Borg (quite apart from any other resources) we could probably have gotten anything from a big pile of spare parts to a pretty fair heap of salvaged and partially operative suits, at your call, but again they represented millions in credits lying in the dirt - no sense leaving 'em to rust.]


 Now, as it happens our Hero the 'oversized cybernetic Soviet has taken most of his 'wounds' to the front and to the upper body, which means that said backside is still sheathed in BDU's and a layer of synthetic flesh, so when he gives Harmon a broad grin and brings his lower-right hand down sharply on it, there's a slap rather than a resounding clang... "Best that money can buy, youbet..."

 Aimiably, he straightens (and /damn/ that's one seriously big friggin' metalhead) and indicates the pile with another one of his four hands, "Is funny story, we were walking through woods one sunny afternoon and we came across big pile of stuff, just lying around..." he states, apparently straight-faced, despite the dozens of laser sear-marks and railgun slug punch-holes in his tattered clothing and metal hide. "Was strangest thing, but we could not be leaving stuff there, was unsightly, so we did civic duty and tidied up..."

 He places a hand upon his breast, those inhuman but oddly mobile features (save for the blasted section high on the upper-left of his face where plating and armoured servomotors are visible, the cosmetic covering burned away) before stating piously, "Seemed only proper to take all rubbish to someone to dispose of properly..." (yeh right, and the idea of hundreds of thousands of credits didn't move him in the least).

Sharp rubs the stubble on his chin and listens to the banter interjecting after Silvermasque stops speaking. "Come on now Masque you can't be expecting him to believe that tell the truth. You see we were all out suntanning and the Coalition snuck up on us taking us prisoner without a fight. Well Ajax started in educating the deadboys on how they were improperly using their weaponry and how much more effective it would be if they did this or that. After awhile they all just commited mass suicide and there we were left with the loot. You see Ajax is a master of all warfare psychological included.

Callie looks at Ajax blankly, then blinks a bit "Oookay then.  One of those" she says under her breath.  In spite of her comments, the redhead screws up her courage (and a friendly face) and sticks out her hand towards the large...thing.  "Calliandra O'Hare, gearhead and pilot of Bernadette, pleasedtameetcha!"

Ajax would have surprise on his face, if he wasn't in the power armor. He meet her hand with his, saying, "I name is Ajax...So, you are an operator, that is very good. We both have something in common. But, I have deal for you...How would like the detail plans to make some of the new CS weapons and sell them as knock-off weapons. Something that others have not though of done as of yet and with your abilities and minds. It be very profitable for us and are company. Plus, we will be the first ones to sell them and know one as offered to buy the plans from me. I think we can do business, unless I get a better offer from someone!"
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Yeah, well I do so hate people who litter - that's for sure.... the big, magical merc chimes in while smiling more broadly, And I noticed the fine tan many of you possess there, Sharp- in fact, I almost mistook them for plasma burns, but then Calliandra always says I have a gloomy twist on things.

Name's Harmon, by the way, He waves a meaty hand at the group, seems to notice that his fingers are covered in some sort of grime, and proceeds to spit into his palms and begin wiping them 'clean.'

Harmon glances sidelong at Calli and Ajax. A perceptive individual might notice that he does not seem pleased by the Warborn's attention. In fact, he appears downright agitated by it.

"...and an entrepeneur no less," seeming quite content to throw in these unnoticed jabs at Ajax in the one capacity that the warrior seems to have no defence, "He truly never ceases to amaze me..."

The comments he makes are mostly to himself as he continues looking over the merchandise. He hasn't really joined the conversation just yet, maybe a little standoffish toward new-comers.

The golems friendly telepathic call resonates in everyones head. "That is indeed a nice pile of weapons you have there. I for one commend you on seperating them from their previous owners. It is my sincere hope that we can all create many more piles just like that one in the days to come. Larger even if I have anything to say about it. The golem has no mouth and seems to have lost the urge to gesture while he speaks so talking to him might be awkward for some.

"Nah, but thanks for askin', it was sweet." She grins at Ajax, then turns back to the rest of the group.