"Will you walk into my parlor?"

[prototype_infiltraitor]

In the Nexus are many streets, roads, alleys and avenues. Some are bustling with activity, featuring beings of all shapes and sizes buying and selling and eating and entertaining. In this Everything Drawer of the Multiverse one can find almost anything or anyone they want or need, provided they are willing to look for it hard enough. One doesn't have to look hard to find the busybody that is Officer Steve Austin, however. With eyes softened just a bit, stray from the beaten path, down that less traveled way, known for its overpriced, out-of-stock, and/or sub-par offerings. Down that way, there is what appears to be a dusty old pawn shop or perhaps a gunsmith or perhaps an antique store, and if one looks close enough they might notice that despite its dilapidation and darkened interior, the venue is apparently not not-in-business. Or at least, it is not closed. From time to time a figure can be seen moving within, none other than the good Nexus Officer of the Law, tinkering with assorted and unidentifiable bits and bobs of mechanical nature.

A sign --in fact, the only sign borne by the shop-- too small to be seen from further than the sidewalk immediately outside reads simply, "Weaponsmith." Fancy that; Officer Austin must be moonlighting. Will anyone walk into his parlor?

Comments

[onemorebounty]

*The Field, yes. That is absolutely the only thing keeping her safe.*

So what are you shopping for?

[leaderoftheresistance]

Me? I'm.. not exactly shopping.. I'm more concerned about a old enemy staring me down from another timeline. I'm looking for Terminators in disguise.

[onemorebounty]

Terminators, hmm?

*A slight smirk tugs at her lips.*

Those would be what, apart from dramatically named?

[leaderoftheresistance]

"Hyperalloy combat chassis, a very advanced machine on the inside. Also a infiltrator meant to blend in with humans, bad breath, smell, hair and everything else. He stared down the familiar "man" just standing there making no moves whatsoever.

[onemorebounty]

Infiltrators? What is it they're meant to infiltrate?

*She follows his gaze.*

[leaderoftheresistance]

John looks up and remains serious "Tech-com/Human Resistance, the leader. That's me. "

[onemorebounty]

They're meant to infiltrate you?

*Her lips quirk up in amusement, and she lets slip a chuckle.*

How... intimate. So you're resisting someone non-human, they've sent human-looking assassins after you, and one set up a shop here in the Nexus?

[leaderoftheresistance]

"Exactly.."

John fingered the scar and frowned "Really? I don't think running for my life from terminators every day for the rest of my life sounds like a fun day, does it?"

[onemorebounty]

*John seems to have missed the joke. She drops it.*

It doesn't sound too far from my line of work. Who is it you're resisting, again?

[leaderoftheresistance]

John looked over at the reddish haired woman and slowly turned "Skynet.. A supercomputer that has taken over Earth in my world.. caused missile silos to kill over 3,000,000 people. They called it Judgement Day. Skynet is a sentient computer system that creates Terminators and drapes them in flesh and blood.

[onemorebounty]

*Samus remains a blond. She listens to the tale of carnage (did he mean three million, or three billion? One is a tragic chunk of Los Angeles, the other is half the planet at the time), reacting with a quiet, thoughtful nod. It's probably less of a reaction than the leader of the human resistance was expecting.*

Do you have any idea why it decided to do this?

[leaderoftheresistance]

((Oops I meant 3,000,000,000//3 billion))

John raised a eyebrow at the woman's reaction. Normally, anyone that would of heard that 3 billion lives were lost in one day would flip out. But then again, this was the Nexus. He was dealing with different people.

"Skynet? It decided that humankind was a threat to its existence, along with everything else around it. "

[onemorebounty]

((It's alright.))

*She tsks quietly.*

Bad programming, that. And you think the owner of this shop is one of these meat-wrapped machines?

[leaderoftheresistance]

The man nods quietly "I didn't create the machine but it's been chasing me and my family throughout time since i was born."

"Yes... exactly what i think. He's... dangerous.."

John closed his eyes for a second and said "I noticed the man earlier acting cheerful, now he saw me and just froze. "

[onemorebounty]

Why you?

*She glances to the shopkeep, and gives another thoughtful sniff.*

I don't think he's got anything organic to him. No sweat, no hygenic products, no scent of whatever's shaping his hair.