Gray seven is a claustrophobic warren of passage and galleries that once served as a utility and administration area , before it was closed down and stripped during expansions to Scylla Station. For the past ten years it has been open and operational as an enclave for several dozen Technomancers, organizations and associates working tor the local Technomancer community.

The area is wildly chaotic, with shops, small stores, labs, and commercial outlets being crammed into areas not designed for commercial or scientific research. Holosigns, Neon lights, display screens and store front decorations are jammed together in a garish, multicolored hodgepodge bordering on a visual catastrophe.

Stepping out of the Elevators a wall of sound, stuffy air, lights and a crush of people in the open bazaar on the main entry level assaults the group. Devices, weapons, armor and vehicles are advertised and displayed in every imaginable way. and a crowd of what looks to be slumming station personnel military, and dependants are crowded in shopping the stalls and booths for things they might not find elsewhere.

The shop on the map was off the main strand and tucked in between massive atmosphere processors and shield energizer that form part of the stations defenses. a pair of bored looking guards in Terran Fleet Marine uniforms stand by the entrance to the energizers one swatting at a small robot bird flittering around his head.

the sing reads...."If you are browsing Go the hell away...if you buying welcome to Janis Emporium of fine goods.... ring the bell for service.."

T'risa enjoyed the walk through the masses of people visiting the area. There was a certain amount of pleasure that could be derived just from walking through an area so resplendent with life. The sights, smells and sounds, while not all pleasant and some in fact almost repulsive all told her the story of this place. She let her fingers trail over the surfaces her fingers able to pick up who it was that last rested there, what they were thinking and doing. It was only when she stopped in front of the doorway that she read the sign and rang the bell.

M'kira looks about enjoying the chaotic mash of shops. The Neon lights, display screens, holosigns all bidding for her attention. Which she gives to the ones that have something to offer that she  might be interested in. "Wow it looks like this place just kind of grew out into a wild sprawl. It might be hard to find the gems but once you do they will likely be well worth the effort."

She also drinks in the people traveling the place. Some no doubt were very interesting, culturally and visually. Others were worth being wary of especially if they had wandering hands looking to steal something. When T'risa rings the bell she keeps a watch so no one gets tempted by thinking they were not alert to who was in their personal space.

"Should be interesting seeing what's inside the store. I look forward to being fitted. It isn't often you get to enjoy state of the art expensive gear."

Elsbeth seemed more than slightly out of sorts.  Not the most social, or socially adept, of animals, there are new clothes, new personnel and new places to integrate all at once.  She envies M'kira, who appears to be thriving in this environment; for herself, the genetically-engineered Praetorian glanced furtively from about the cramped space.  How could she effectively protect anyone here?  There were just too many distractions and strangers.  It was all just too disconcerting for her.

Sure, there were plenty of exotic things for sale, including some weapons that she had not seen since her extended stay on Enchoa Rhi.  But, seeing those again didn't make Elsbeth feel any more comfortable.  Her left shoulder and ribs twinged involuntarily as she passed along the sprawling line of stalls.

The tall Marine walked rather stiffly, a touch of something protective and yet predatory in her stance.  And she kept her arm tightly looped with Balkiir's with her other hand rested lightly on the pommel of the long blade that the big, blue man next to her had gifted her.  Unsure of their destination, Elsbeth glanced about warily.  "Marshal," the tall, dark-haired soldier prompted rather bluntly, "are you certain that this is the place?"  She looked around the rather meager storefront, seemingly hoping to find both more and less.  Presumably, both at the same time.

   S'viim looked around the incongruous labyrinth, trying to make sense of the seemingly purely random pattern of its layout.  It was confusing, and a bit frightening, but it was also most intriguing to the B'shah male who'd never seen anything even remotely similar back on his homeworld.  He looked over to N'ssa and made sure to stay close, just in case, yet still gazing in wonder through his veil at the astonishingly unique sector.
   The sign in front of the Janis Emporium did not sound at all inviting to S'viim and he wrinkled his brow in concern.

   "T'risa, perhaps we might expect a more um...amiable reception if we made an appointment first?" he offered.
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T'risa raised an eyebrow at the comments. "The vendor should be expecting us, and trust me, for what we want and on this station. No-one else will do. Just please keep an eye out for trouble. Who knows how large the bounty is on us now."

Twitch followed along, his antennae twitching back and forth as they walked. He stayed a little behind the others, observing out of compounded eyes the way that people tended to get away when they saw him. The antennae twitched with mild amusement. It was interesting to see other species and their reactions to things.

If he even heard the comment about a bounty on them, it didn't seem to even spark a question.

Walking near T'risa she pauses  moving to Elsbeth and gently touching her arm. The one that was holding onto pommel of her blade. "It's ok Elsbeth you should try to relax a little tense muscles are slower to react. T'risa is right we should stay alert though in case someone decides to make trouble. We will all look out for each other and I trust you as well as my other companions."

She gives the Praetorian a quick smile then rejoins T'risa eager to go inside and complete at least this part of their shopping expedition. After all the protective gear would certainly help to make them a harder target for anyone foolish enough to start something. "I will go first ok?"

Unless someone objects she rings the bell for service. Going inside while carefully alert if that is needed in order to do so.

OOC: Prometheus previous post said ring the bell. ^_^

  Melcor rounded the corner and saw the people he sought gathered outside the Janis Emporium so he quickened his pace to a jog to catch them before they entered. The young Najuhlim was short, but powerfully built and was dressed in rust red fatigues with CASAR insignia and a heavy pistol holstered at his right hip.
  "Marshall T'Risa K'mahda," he called in a deep, resonant voice to gain their attention as he approached, lowering his voice as he came closer. "Greetings Marshall, I'm Melcor. I've been assigned to your team by CASAR tech support."

"Tech support? Or are you here just to make sure I don't get ripped off by this guy we're here to meet? So you know who I am...who are you?" T'risa reached out to stop M'Kira from ringing the bell. "I already rang it once, to do so more than once might be rude."
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Stopping M'kira nods slightly speaking softly. "Very well T'risa." She looks at Melcor curious as to how far his tech support skills went. If he had the right certifications he could work on powered armor, mechs, fighters, starships, weapons, and of course as T'risa was thinking the personal shields they were likely to get from this shop.

"Greetings I am M'kira, that is twitch, S'vliim, Balkiir, Elsbeth, and Tiny. Poppy and Trey are elsewhere at the moment though you should meet them soon enough."
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Twitch turned his head toward the newcomer, his antennae twitching in friendliness.

"Greetings sentient." he clicked out in his oddly pitched voice. "Is a day for new sentients it seems."

 "Not quite, Marshall, myself I'm hoping for a longer assignment," Melcor strides forward and drops his voice so only the team can hear before he continues. "It was decided that you need someone with some expertise with advanced technology. I'm your man".
 He says the last with a grin and offers his hand to each in turn, trying very hard to commit all the names to memory.
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T'risa raised a humorous eyebrow "So Melcor it is then. Welcome to our little group. You're going to need to visit the outfitters up in the higher levels for an....improved uniform. I also suggest if you have any defensive aids you might want to keep them close to hand for as long as you're assigned to this team. We have a habit of making enemies." T'risa said with a warm smile as she shook Melcors hand. "I'll also probably need to spend some time with you to bring you in to my network. While I don't pry, I'm fairly aware of what's going on in my team at all times."

The Omaedan male smiles to Melcor through his veil and inclines his head respectfully.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Melcor," he replies as M'kira mentions his name.  Lady T'risa's team was growing by the moment, he was going to have an interesting time of it keeping up with all the new arrivals.  He immediately began looking over Melcor and Twitch's applications to make certain they had all the relevant data needed to create a personnel file for them both according to the template the Marshall favoured.

"Checking to make certain both Mr Melcor and Mr Twitch have been added to the payroll, T'risa Ma'am.  I can also contact the outfitter and request an appointment time for Mr Melcor if you wish?"

  "What the..." Someone grumble as they pulled open the door. the girl was not more than fifteen and looked very startled to see a group of armed people standing in her path." Oh, hiiiii Yer customers..I hope..."she popped her gum, and waved nervously as she edged around the group...."

"Get out of here before something explodes." An older man snapped as he stuck his head out the door, his words aimed at the young girl." Questions,stupid questions, or gear?"

T'risa nodded, acquiescing to S'viim's request. "We'll also need to make sure we have the appropriate resources for both Melcor and Twitch to do their jobs on board whichever vessel we end up taking away from here. Get a requirements list from both. "Need", "nice to have" and "you did say money was no object"" T'risa smirked as she spoke to S'viim. "No sense in going into this unprepared." she stopped startled as the door opened.

"All of the above?" T'risa ventured a guess as the appropriate response to the man peering out the window, unsure as to who the proprietor might be. "We were informed that the proprietor of this establishment was the person to talk to regarding personal shields? I am Marshal T'risa K'mahda and this is my team. We have....entanglements with various groups of people and are seeking the best personal protection available on this space station. You were the name that came to mind of the people I asked. So...are you open for business?"

A raised eyebrow was pretty all that Elsbeth granted the new technician as he introduced himself to T'risa.  Well, that and the handshake as she herself was introduced by M'kira.  The Marine's grip was firm and her palms scarred and calloused in the usual places for one used to handling both longarms and large melee weapons in close quarters.

Elsbeth let the young teenager slip by her, merely shifting her shoulders while keeping a hand on her long knife.  She seemed more confused by the young woman's gum than anything else about her; the Praetorian wasn't expecting any trouble.  But then, that was always how it started.

Still, she forced herself to refocus and let her eyes settle upon the elderly gentleman in the doorway.  Elsbeth's feet moved slightly as she gave the Marshal a clear view of the individual - to allow her to proper address the man, but still managed to ensure that she could easily interpose herself between them if necessary.  It seemed to be more of an instinctual maneuver than anything else on her part.

M'kira looks slightly surprised at the young woman wondering if she was family, customer or Employee. Depending on law Customer wasn't likley, employee again depended on law. So family or friend seemed more likely though anything was possible. Speaking to her as she pops her gum. "Definitly customers. It's a pleasure to meet you. So are you friend, family, eployee, or customer of the shop owner?"

Seeing the older man she could tell he was a touch on the gruff side. Grinning she smiles warmly speaking to him as well. "Definitly gear. Let's see what we can get shall we?"

Unless the shop keeper seems disinclined to let them in she carefully heads in looking around. She makes a graceful gesture for T'risa and the others to follow should it be safe. Or if for whatever reason he didn't want them coming inside she will wait where she is.

Whoooooo Me!" the girl asked with a hint of alarm in her voice as she waved nervously." None  of the above...Silly man wont make a fewww simple special requests."
  The girl looked across the group and then relaxed slightly as she seemed to be reassured by something she noticed. "I'm Abby, just a tourist."

"Well then, come on in, let me see what you need." The Man replied looking more interested in the group.

Inside the shp was a maze of workbenches, testing rigs, and spare parts bins. Half the items were unrecognizable in function or purpose. but a wall rack held dozens of belt packs, light weight fanny packs, and braces fitted with crystal discs and sensor lenses.
   A dozen softball sized drones hovered around the shop, using small manipulators to tend to mundane tasks and reorder the chaos that ruled several of the work benches.

"Defensive, offensive, or miscellaneous?" the man asked as he walked to the slightly less cluttered 'showroom'