fh_trips | Getting Out Into Coruscant [Friday morning into Saturday afternoon]

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Getting Out Into Coruscant [Friday morning into Saturday afternoon]

Anakin pointed out of one of the vaulted Temple windows towards the busy cityscape in front of them.

"And that is Coruscant. Clubs, restaurants, shopping, incredibly egotistical politicians, useless bureaucrats...it's all out there." He pointed to the nearest public transport pickup location. "Don't go lower than the mid-levels of Coruscant unless you're looking to disappear permanently," he warned. "There are a trillion beings on this planet, and it has a thriving underworld who are as ruthless as any you'll ever come across."

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Oh look. A bright shiny store full of weapons. And candy.

Weird combination, sure, but so was having three eyes.

Which the owner also happened to have.

Dean was Dean so he couldn't walk by the weapons store without going in. Not that a weapon was ever the kind of gift Sammy wanted, but hey, he needed a souvenir for himself too, right?

"/Hello, sir,/" the alien greeted him in his native language, then quickly switched to Basic. "How can I assist you?" he said instead.

"What do you have in the way of guns?" Dean asked, glancing around the place with interest. He was so distracted by the shiny weapons displays that the fact the salesman had three eyes hadn't really made an impression.

"Guns?" the alien repeated. "I don't know that word. We've got a fine variety of blasters, though, if you're looking for that sort of thing. Slugthrowers, too, if you want to get a little more primitive."

"Blasters," Dean said instantly, correctly guessing that slugthrowers were what the guns he already had would be clsssified as. "I'm looking for a blaster."

He might have been bouncing on the balls of his feet ever so slightly.

The alien grinned and began pulling things off of the wall behind him. "Okay," he said. "We've got you standard blaster pistols-- Bryar's put out a nice new one if you want to branch out from a BlasTech--as well as bigger rifles and smaller sporting pistols." His earstalks twitched. "Or are you looking for more fire power?"

Much as Dean would love to see what more fire power entailed here, practicality kept him from asking for it. "Just a standard blaster this time," he said a bit regretfully, but the regret fell away quickly as he looked at the guns the salesman had brought over. He picked up a slim model that he would have no trouble concealing as needed.

"That's a nice choice," the alien said. "The DC-13's got a nice feel to it as well, and is easy to conceal." The sides of his mouth quirked up. "Should you be looking for that sort of thing."

"Just for something easy to carry," Dean replied with a smirk. He hefted the gun, and raised it as if to fire, being careful not to point it anywhere near anybody. "You wouldn't by any chance have a place to try it out?"

"In the back," the alien replied, pushing a button under the counter. A door on the side of the room slid open. "Go ahead and give it a try."

If possible, Dean's smile got wider as he walked through the open door with the blaster.

"Set up's pretty standard," the alien, said, pointing to the bullseye. "You shoot anything but the target, we'll have to have words."

"I'll try to restrain myself," Dean said. He set himself up in front of the target, aimed and fired, feeling the recoil as a laser bolt burned the center of the target.

"Cool!"

The alien smiled. "So, you want one? Or do you want to try a few others out?"

"I think I really like the way this one feels in my hand," Dean said. "I'll take it."

"Excellent," the alien said. He named the price of the weapon.

Surprisingly, it wasn't exorbinately overpriced.

If there was one thing Dean had been taught was worth spending top dollar on, it was weapons. And he wasn't likely to get a chance to acquire a gun like this very often.

He nodded agreement to the price and handed over payment.

He may have to hustle a bit more pool when he got back to Fandom, but it was worth it.

The alien handed him the weapon. "Try not to kill anyone I know," he said with a wink of two eyes.

"I'll do my best," Dean replied with a grin, sliding the blaster into the back of his waistband under his shirt where he usually carried his handgun when he had it. "Thanks."

He headed back out into the streets to continue the search for a Sammy souvenir.

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