Tuni'Za
Traveller
[TI2]
Name: Tuni'Za vas Omega
Race: Quarian
Occupation: dancer, suit technician
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Post by Tuni'Za on May 25, 2015 12:15:08 GMT
Tuni'Za had neglected her workshop long enough, now it was time to clean some stuff up. Quarian suit maintenance wasn't in high demand these days and most of her jobs had been on site assistance to some merc's battle suits. Her small business operated from an old cargo container which she had equipped with a few makeshift walls inside, made of sheet metal. There was an entrance area with a small desk a console and chairs, then there was the main workbench and a storage area for non valuable material. While the container was sealed and not suspicious, she never kept real valuable goods there, but Omega being what it was, everyone could use everything perhaps. One couldn't be cautious enough. Of course there was a makeshift alarm system, enough to scare away random vorcha perhaps.
Mostly the operators of the stores in this cargo dock area relied on each other to have an eye on anyone's place when the owner wasn't around. The whole business plan of the place depended on it and everyone had a benefit. None of the shop owners wanted to be the next to be robbed after all.
Tuni'za was sorting out fabric and latex material, not paying much attention to her surroundings, she didn't expect much business down here. In her helmet she was listening to some tune, humming along.
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Post by PartyhardyHitman on May 26, 2015 1:34:27 GMT
Twitch ignored the surprised looks and murmurs he inspired as he hobbled towards the suit shop, clutching his arm in an attempt to stop his punctured suit from venting entierly. The area had already been quarantined, but the hissing and dull green smoke that came out of the hole indicated that his antibiotics were doing jack shit.
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Tuni'Za
Traveller
[TI2]
Name: Tuni'Za vas Omega
Race: Quarian
Occupation: dancer, suit technician
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Post by Tuni'Za on May 26, 2015 14:15:37 GMT
Tuni’Za noticed the quarian immediately, it was the only other one on the deck, and of course he was headed towards her store it seemed. She squinted a bit (of course invisibly behind her visor). What was that coming from his suit? Looked dangerous. The whole guy didn’t look too health. Well, let’s hope he has credits or something.
She interrupted her work and awaited the quarian at her counter/workbench.
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Post by PartyhardyHitman on May 27, 2015 1:59:51 GMT
He staggered to the counter, his posture a clear tell of a serious Quarian drug user; a rare sight even in omega. He slapped down a small mountain of credits. "Suit repairs, stitch me up before the bad things get inside again."
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Tuni'Za
Traveller
[TI2]
Name: Tuni'Za vas Omega
Race: Quarian
Occupation: dancer, suit technician
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Post by Tuni'Za on May 28, 2015 15:33:12 GMT
That guy didn’t look to well and whatever was going on, he was helping himself with some bad things inside already. Tuni’Za sighed and adjusted her HUD for diagnostics scan and display.
“Put your arm under the scanner. I assume you have sealed the segment already.” It was a matter of fact statement, not a question, every quarian knew how to handle a breech.
She briefly looked over his suit which looked heavily modified and may have been repaired a few times already. First she’d have to find out if the skin under the cut was damaged. She could of course just patch the arm or, if the breech was too big, must replace the glove piece. Maybe she had one his size. He wasn’t big, so it was a good chance. “The diagnose is free, the patching costs.” She nodded towards a holo sign which listed the basic prices, all on the reasonable to cheap end of the Omega scale. “Now let me see this.”
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Post by PartyhardyHitman on May 31, 2015 20:58:59 GMT
"Just stitch the second skin up before I lose all of my juices!" He was an odd Quarian to say the least. He wore an 'I *heart* Blasto t-shirt over his suit, along with a large golden chain around his neck and matching rings stitched to his hood. The hood itself was obviously priceless, or had once been. A family heirloom obviously, it was intricately hand-woven with silver patterns. Had it not been for the rings and sloppy stitching jobs done to it, she could have sold it and made enough money to buy her own suit factory.
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Tuni'Za
Traveller
[TI2]
Name: Tuni'Za vas Omega
Race: Quarian
Occupation: dancer, suit technician
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Post by Tuni'Za on Jun 2, 2015 14:19:02 GMT
Tuni’Za sighed. “Then hold still, I’ll seal it with a patch.” She hoped he had some credits or anything else of value on him. The hood she did notice. A single item so valuable. But most likely, only very few people on Omega would think about that or know how to judge such an item. It looked nice, sure, but a lot of clothing items did and were worth not much.
It was a nice contrast to the Blasto shirt, the quarian thought while she applied clamps to hold the second skin together. Then she cut a patch of similar looking suit material from a larger piece and glued it in place with resin glue. “This needs to harden for at least half an hour before you can apply stress. I suggest you get a new arm piece, this is a rush job that won’t be as durable as a new glove but you can run an immune containment protocol. I can get you a new glove to measure in two days.” She named a price.
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Post by PartyhardyHitman on Jun 7, 2015 2:35:11 GMT
He handed her a fistful of credits, then froze as he heard footsteps. "Get behind table. Put head down, things about to get very loud."
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Tuni'Za
Traveller
[TI2]
Name: Tuni'Za vas Omega
Race: Quarian
Occupation: dancer, suit technician
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Post by Tuni'Za on Jun 8, 2015 14:52:27 GMT
“Acestors!” The quarian jerked when her customer gave the warning. Tuni’Za hit a button on her belt, activating a barrier. It would usually as well bring up the omnitool in alert mode but that she had already open to manage the money transfer.
She moved to the side, half way behind the big work bench. On Omega casual disagreements in the streets were not particularly uncommon but she sure didn’t like them being dragged into her shop. “What’s that? Are you on the run or something?”
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Post by PartyhardyHitman on Jun 12, 2015 0:23:52 GMT
Twitch drew out two pistols, some form of semi-automatic that was modified beyond recognizability. He had let off three shots before there was a cry and a hail of return fire pelted around him. Seemingly oblivious to this, the Quarian stood tall and proud, firing off rounds at a speed associated more with fully automatic weapons. "TWITCH GONNA MAKE YOU DANCE!!!" he popped his thermal clips and both pistols lit up with holographic displays, one red, one blue. before he could fire however, there was a loud 'crack' and a large chunk of wall next to his head simply vanished. Pat this point madness took a back seat to instinct and the Quarian got on one knee, firing his pistols at independent targets and eliciting several savage screams and response. "SING TO ME YOU SQUISHY MEATSACKS! GIVE UP TO ME YOUR CANDY JUICES SO I MAY MAKE A TEA PART OUT OF YOUR ORGANS AND TURN YOUR SKULLS INTO DECORATIVE TEAPOTS!"
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Tuni'Za
Traveller
[TI2]
Name: Tuni'Za vas Omega
Race: Quarian
Occupation: dancer, suit technician
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Post by Tuni'Za on Jun 12, 2015 20:34:55 GMT
A total loon and he was living it out at her shop! While keeping her head down, Tuni'Za grabbed the bundle of latex fabric from atop the bench she was hiding behind and shoved it somewhere else. She could not see who exactly was attacking but most likely she had been caught is some pursuit. Having no idea which side was worth picking, she could only stay out and be he own side.
"Keep this the fuck out of my store, you bosh'tet! You will pay for this!" she had to duck at another hail of bullets.
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Post by PartyhardyHitman on Jun 13, 2015 2:53:50 GMT
Outside, one of the attackers called for a grenade launcher. At this the Quarian stood up and took a few steps back, holster ing his pistols and drawing out an assault rifle. "You any good with a party-popper suit lady?"
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Tuni'Za
Traveller
[TI2]
Name: Tuni'Za vas Omega
Race: Quarian
Occupation: dancer, suit technician
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Post by Tuni'Za on Jun 14, 2015 8:28:52 GMT
"What, for bosh's sake is a party popper?" Oh no! What was that about a grenade launcher? She definitely had it with this shit, nobody was tearing her shop up with their stupid quarrels. Tuni'Za would have no part in this. She took out her own gun and jumped at the quarian, pushing him out the entry of the cargo container. Her exterior speakers were cranked to maximum, which made her voice crackle and added a nerve wrecking feedback look at times. She followed the male quarian out the door. "I've had it with you idiots! Take your fucking disagreements elsewhere, this is my store!" She fired a couple of pot shots through the opening and into the air. She didn't really care who was on the other side, she just wanted them all to go away.
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Post by PartyhardyHitman on Jun 17, 2015 1:55:55 GMT
"Fuck there's a second one! TWITCH HAS A PARTNER, TWITCH HAS A FUCKING PARTNER." Several Vorcha and humans simply booked it, only for many of them to be mown down by the other Quarians assault rifle. The rest; two krogan, three turians and a human, ducked behind cover and returned fire. Surprisingly, Twitch stepped infront of her, allowing his shields, and after they failed, his flesh, to eat the rounds that would have hit her as he returned fire, the assault rifle glowing yellow and it's rounds punching through cover with ease.
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Tuni'Za
Traveller
[TI2]
Name: Tuni'Za vas Omega
Race: Quarian
Occupation: dancer, suit technician
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Post by Tuni'Za on Jun 17, 2015 15:43:37 GMT
"I am not his partner you Bosh'tets!" yelled Tuni'Za over all the shooting.
"Take this idiot away and leave my store alone!" She opened her omnitool and started flaming around the entrance of her box with the plasma fire.
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