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A hand goes back into your robes, and you slide the ammunition from the slightly bulging pocket in your bodyglove. Eventually, you produce a small handful of it, and hold it out to him. “Would you be willing to buy this off me, then?” You had roughly thirty in all, with not all of them the same rise. If his offhand remark was accurate, then that was worth more than a hundred standard rounds, which he had said was similar to a power pack...
“Let me see.” He leaned forward, playing up his uncertainty briefly, but you could see in his eyes that he'd already decided. “Yeah, I could buy this off ya.”
“Perhaps you could just give me a discount on a laspistol instead?” You ask, assuming a slightly deferential pose.
He grinned, showing off his missing teeth again. “You're sharper than you look, girlie. Yeah, I suppose I could do that.” From behind the counter, he produces a box - surprisingly not the laspistol on display behind the glass case, and withdraws a beaten old laspistol from inside. “Lens just been replaced, should be good for a few thousand shots. That's plenty for the likes o' you.”
You hold your hands out, taking it gently and turning it over in your hands. “I don't recognize the pattern.” You frown, slightly. It wasn't an Abraham-pattern pistol, that was for sure. Odrev didn't produce it's own las weapons, instead usually getting them in on import from Abraham or nearby armory worlds, but where the Abraham-pattern had a snub nosed, stubby look that you had been drilled in spotting over and over, this had a longer barrel, with an enormous well for the power pack beneath the barrel.
“You shouldn't: it doesn't have one.” He grinned. “And you'll be <span class="mu-i">thankful</span> for that, trust me.”
You look up, slightly wary.
“That there has been modified to accept your standard issue lasgun pack.” He explains, patiently. “Same one as the rifle. Same one as a <span class="mu-i">hundred</span> other gizmos that ever got anywhere near the guard. It's good for lumens, heaters, car igniters...”
You furrow your brow. “Aren't some of those tech-heresy?”
“Probably.” He shrugs. “But so what? I'm not a priest.”
You turn that reasoning over in your head... and decide that he's not incorrect. It also didn't matter to you- you weren't planning on perverting the machine, after all. Instead, you retrieve your bills and hand them over, to which he relinquishes a single bulky power cell that slots in front of the grip and gives the gun some unexpected weight. That, and he actually bothers to tell you which of the buttons above the grip is the safety and which one is the cell release.
Weapons were not your forte, and you hoped that you would not have to make them one in the future. At the very least, being a laser, you didn't need to worry about picking up ballistics anytime soon.
<span class="mu-r">Your Wealth has been reduced by 2 instead of 3 thanks to your sale. Your new Wealth is now 5.</span>
