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[Brenna Ylva Egilson]

Junkfort Station was a busy spaceport bustling with activity. Brenna Ylva was on her way back to Sith space from a mission on some backwater planet she didn't care to remember the name of. Quite frankly, she didn't care about much these days. She just did as she was bid by the Eternal and returned home. Rinse and repeat. She was so sick of it, she was beginning to just feel numb. She didn't believe in the Sith Eternal's cause, but she had nowhere else to go. She barely made enough from her missions with the Sith to afford some extra equipment for herself. She was nowhere near wealthy enough to escape them permanently.

Despite her stagnant financial situation, Brenna couldn't help herself as she walked through the spaceport's many shops and booths with wares both common and rare, legal and illicit. Her eyes verily sparkled with wonder as she looked upon hardware such as she had never even considered existed before. Weapons, armor, ships and parts all laid out before her. She hadn't consciously stopped at a weapons vendor, but found herself standing there staring all the same. A particularly strange blaster had caught her eye.

It resembled a heavy blaster pistol in many ways, she knew from her personal studies on such weapons. However, instead of a standard power pack it seemed to hold several small cartridges of some kind as ammunition. The vendor perked up at her interest and immediately started explaining about the Micro-Missile weapon. Brenna was able to get the gist of how it worked, though most of his technical jargon was beyond her understanding - a fact that frustrated the young woman profoundly.

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[Takai Wren]

Junkfort Station was more of a stopover than anything else. Still the market there was stocked full of all sorts of goodies, legal and otherwise, and after a revealing but also disappointing stop at another market coreward, Takai was eager to find what she was looking for. She had wandered the stalls with her eyes out for what she was looking for, not entirely certain exactly what but with a general framework in her mind.

Stopping at one weapons vendor and walking in she spotted the owner trying to talk up a peculiar weapon to a young blonde woman. He was spewing all sorts of technical nonsense that Takai understood, but the woman clearly did not. Shaking her head, Takai walked over to help sort things out for the poor girl.

"Mind if I take a look." She said, taking the weapon from the vendor. "An R-799. An interesting choice." She turned the weapon over in her hands as she got a feel for it. "Highly Illegal, mostly only collectors and assassins are interested in them." Gripping the blaster firmly she checked if it was loaded. It wasn't. Glancing at the box it had been in, she grabbed one of the micro-missiles from it.

"Fires a miniature missile instead of slugs or a particle beam. There's a tiny explosive warhead on the tip that hits as hard as a heavy blaster." She showed the woman how to load the bullet in the gun, a somewhat complicated procedure as she had to remove the magazine and then manually load it. "Quiet too. Fires silently and the charge isn't much louder than popping open a bottle of bubbly. Hell you could probably shoot this guy right her and nobody out on the street would hear it." She laughed at her joke as she handed the loaded weapon to the woman.

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[Brenna Ylva Egilson]

Brenna watched with fascination as another woman walked in an totally took over the conversation. She had to admit that listen to this lady it was easier to understand about the weapon than the jargon the vendor had been spitting at her. The woman clearly knew what she was talking about and handled the weapon with ease and apparent familiarity. The young Sith watched carefully as the woman loaded the tiny warhead into the gun, committing the procedure to memory automatically. Knowledge such as this was exactly what she yearned for - useful and practical skills that would one day help her to get out from under the Sith and on her own.. and eventually to avenge her brother by paying their mother a little visit...

Suddenly, the other woman was thrusting the weapon into Brenna Ylva's hands and she could do nothing but take it. She turned it over in her hands and lightly fingered the mechanisms she'd seen the woman engage to open the slot where the ammunition went. One day, she could learn to build something like this. Her eyes busily took in all the many tiny details and again she committed them to memory.

Bright blue eyes turned up to look at the woman then. "How do you know so much about a weapon so rare, as you say? Where did you learn about them?"

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