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sanctuaryrpgBat'ai had never known whose idea it was to set up the small machine shop on the respectable fringes of the station's black market, but he'd really like to buy that being a drink. Okay, it wasn't in the more glamorous retail section, but what he missed in glamor he made up in foot traffic. It never ceased to tickle him when he'd get some furtive looking alien dart in with some bit of tech or another under a coat, in a pocket or in a bag. One enterprising sort had used magic to shrink a whole broken ship and had nearly returned it to normal size...inside the shop. He could heal, sure, but he was fairly certain that even his cell regeneration couldn't handle reattaching pieces or returning him from a liquid to a solid.
As he watched yet another way-too-casual shopper looking around the shop while casting looks over his shoulder, Bat'ai remembered fondly the discussion with the ship owner. He'd apparently won the ship in a game of cards but without any way to leave the station in it, he'd thought it worthless. He'd taken the 100 credits Bat'ai offered and had been grateful for it. Now that ship was permanently docked through an airlock at the back of his shop and served as his living quarters. He hadn't minded the dorm-like quality of his assigned quarters, and still kept a few impersonal things there, he preferred the solitude of his ship. Alone could be almost disturbingly quiet at times, but it was infinitely safer than the familial vibe he'd sensed from others in the quarters with him.
After ten minutes of watching the alien pick up random items and put them back down again, Bat'ai figured he'd been patient enough.
"Look, mate. No one's going to call security on you if you've got something less than legal under that coat."
He did nothing but grin at the range of facial expressions from shock, to outrage, to acceptance visible through the scales and feelers. They all tried, they all failed. He'd been here too long to react. He just waited until they were through pretending and brought their ill-gotten gains to him to fix, or buy, or whatever else they might need.
[OOC: Find Bat'ai in his shop. Your pup can either be the one he's talking to, or another customer browsing out of curiosity and looking to see what kind of tech he's got. His stock is a mix of alien machinery and human machinery - some can be recognizeable, some won't be. Go nuts.]
As he watched yet another way-too-casual shopper looking around the shop while casting looks over his shoulder, Bat'ai remembered fondly the discussion with the ship owner. He'd apparently won the ship in a game of cards but without any way to leave the station in it, he'd thought it worthless. He'd taken the 100 credits Bat'ai offered and had been grateful for it. Now that ship was permanently docked through an airlock at the back of his shop and served as his living quarters. He hadn't minded the dorm-like quality of his assigned quarters, and still kept a few impersonal things there, he preferred the solitude of his ship. Alone could be almost disturbingly quiet at times, but it was infinitely safer than the familial vibe he'd sensed from others in the quarters with him.
After ten minutes of watching the alien pick up random items and put them back down again, Bat'ai figured he'd been patient enough.
"Look, mate. No one's going to call security on you if you've got something less than legal under that coat."
He did nothing but grin at the range of facial expressions from shock, to outrage, to acceptance visible through the scales and feelers. They all tried, they all failed. He'd been here too long to react. He just waited until they were through pretending and brought their ill-gotten gains to him to fix, or buy, or whatever else they might need.
[OOC: Find Bat'ai in his shop. Your pup can either be the one he's talking to, or another customer browsing out of curiosity and looking to see what kind of tech he's got. His stock is a mix of alien machinery and human machinery - some can be recognizeable, some won't be. Go nuts.]
