<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=13163.msg544594#msg544594">Quote from: Asherah on 10-03-2008, 09:28:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Deacon</span><br/><br/>The engineer would make his way to the shops.  Entering one, he would be greeted by a portly man of medium height and blonde locks.  <br/><br/><em>"A good day to you sir.  How may I help you?" </em><br/><br/>As he would step over to you.  While he would look you over.  Of which you realize he is sizing you up.  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Deacon would look over at the portly man sizing him up, he'd resist the urge to roll his eyes.  "Alright, I'm looking for some parts. I'm going to need these microprocessors, these specifications on nano tubuals, these polymers and superconducts of these grades and at these sizes.  Also, these replacement parts."  he'd say as he pointed out each item on his list.  There were a few other things he'd wanted but they wouldn't carry them here, those he'd need to go to a core world for or find someone with qustionable contacts.  Over all the list would be close to six thousand credits, a hefty sum given he was a walk in off the street.  He half expected a questioning look at the amount of money given he didn't look the part for having those kind of funds.