Elnis Isle Roleplay

It was late. The tourists had just left. Moja Cannon pulled his stall to its place with practiced ease, putting every weapon in its perfect position. Then, without costumers to serve, he sat back in the worn cloth folding chair and propped his feet on a wooden carton.

It didn't take long to set up shop, it never did. Soon Kathrine's stall was out, an array of parts spread over it. Some where easy to get, some... not so much. She had hunted hard to find lots of them, and many were illegal. Part of a laser gun that could vaporize and entire ship with just one blast? Definitely not allowed in Cerclorium. The brain of a killing cyborg that hadn't been wiped? That had taken some bargaining to get.
Kathrine picked the small brain up and tossed it in the air, catching it as it fell. On second thoughts, it might not be a bad idea to make sure the buyer went off planet. She didn't want to run into another blood thirsty cyborg.
Placing it back on the bench, she leaned on the part arrayed table, watched the shoppers begin to enter.