Fioan Landing

[Zero]

Shuttles were small one man vessels not meant for long periods of extensive travel in space. It was no surprise when the guidance system of the ship went offline to Coran and so he went to work trying to re-wire it.  Being a slave had not amounted to all it had been cracked up to be and the rounds in the arena had done little for him. The mechanical arms alone and mechanical legs were proof of that. Still Coran had to admit he did feel stronger for the experience because his arms alone could lift up to 5 tons maximum. His escape had gone through and he had been sure to take out the ones who would chase him down earlier and haul him back to that arena at shock prod and force him to fight.  A base of operations somewhere to call home would be nice and so his shuttle?which would not be used much longer could not do it.  Coran might have people of this world help him with the problem for he had heard they had an Imperial System unlike that of the world he had been a slave on.

Bottom line, Coran did not intend to go back and become a slave. If he could avoid it, he would avoid such. Being a slave had done a lot of bodily harm to him resulting in the cybernetic limbs. Sure they felt normal now but in combat situations the limbs could come in handy and might just be what he needed to turn the tide. After all, it was not every day that someone like Coran would come along. So he sent out a transmission from his shuttle.

May I land this on the planet below?

[King Jeebus]

Please identify your name and purpose of visit

[Zero]

The name is Coran Mazhaka. As for purpose of visit, this shuttle while practical at the time I got it...needs to be replaced.

Coran would wait for their response as he had a plan.

[King Jeebus]

Do you need assistance landing?

[Zero]

Assistance landing would indeed be needed. The shuttle had seen better days. Darn space pirates had attacked his vessel and had caused nearly severe damage almost marooning him in space. Some quick repairs earlier had gotten it within workable conditions. One of the things Coran made a note to do once he got to the planet below was to install some fire power in him-self. The arms alone would not be enough especially with just the arm blade mode. What he needed was to have someone do work on the arms so they could be used. Combat was something you should not be unprepared for and well Coran was currently under prepared. The arms had one weapon, but would need more if he even hoped of standing a chance of survival against any threats to come. 

Some assistance landing would be nice right now, yes.

[King Jeebus]

Two HUNTERs appeared out of nowhere next to the shuttle and slowly guided it down into a landing dock on the planet. They then disappeared.

[Zero]

Guided down to the planet, Coran would climb out of the shuttle?the inside of which was a mess. The thing had been hard for him to steal and acquire the stuff needed to get it past the slave ships that had brought him here. But Coran, the only slave who had managed would not be heading back to that planet to have surgery done on him or have his brain removed. No, Coran was not stupid. Going back there would result in his death-sentence basically. Today he would upgrade his arsenal. 

The arms were good and all, but in prolonged combat would be somewhat impractical given their nature.  Coran focused and shifted his left arm to blade mode and then back again hoping no one would know his arms were weapons but also part of him that could not be removed.  The arms were somewhat problematic for maintenance purposes as they required more expertise than he possessed in the field of mechanical arm technology.  Someone on this planet had to know a thing or two about them as Coran did have some ideas of what he would have added to the arms next.

"Going to need to find someone who can do some work on these arms, and add some features."

[King Jeebus]

He was approached by two officers who asked him a few questions about his purpose here and primarily to declare any lethal weapons he carried.

[Zero]

Coran would look over at the officers. "Currently my plans involve getting a ship and then establishing somewhere to live, a house perhaps somewhere on the planet. But as for lethal weapons I carry, well there is one thing." Coran concentrated and one of his arms would shift into a blade with plasma charging so that it could cut through most materials easily. This was the only real weapon he had as of yet. Of course later more would be added to his arsenal by him since a blade arm could only be used to do so much. "So will I be required to part with the mechanical limbs that have replaced the limbs I once possessed?"  The mechanical arms were useful because they greatly had improved his physical power and allowed him to lift up to 5 tons all together. Later he would get some money and try to have some scientists improve upon his arms. A few weapons besides the arms could also not hurt matters later on should he need them.

[King Jeebus]

"You wont be required to lose the weapon, just declare it for the records which you have done. Welcome to Fioa." With that the officers left.

[Zero]

Entering the Capital, Coran would look around and take in the sights. It was a bustling urban metropolis full of culture and entertainment spots and signs in a language he did not understand. Having never been off the planet of the slavers before, Coran did not even know any other languages but he supposed he would have to remedy that problem. Going over to one of the nearby police officers in the area, Coran decided he would see if this place had a ruler and get sanctuary. If any of the slavers had survived what he had done to them?likely but not something he would want to deal with Coran would have protection from them so he could not be terminated.  The arena matches would also be something no one would be forcing him to go back into.  This problem would be something Coran would not allow to happen.

"Which way to whoever is in charge of the planet?"

[Zero]

 The devices that replaced his limbs had been upgraded and updated to a whole new level. Unlike his previous ones these ran off of matter and anti-matter reactions but were safe. With the INET ring in them, he could go anywhere and seeing as how he had indeed received the invitation to the Dreamship INC cruise, it did seem interesting. So away he would go using the INET ring to get to his destination.

[King Jeebus]

((Hawk all he did was walk up to a police officer, you cant 3day a whole upgrade system from that.))

The officer led him to Psiko's castle and he was granted a small audience with Psiko.
The King looked almost fatigued with the loss of magic, by his side were two HUNTER robots.
"Welcome to Fioa, I am King Psiko Strand. What is the purpose of your visit?"

[Zero]

"My name is Coran. And I seek access to technology to replace these mechanical arms that have unfortunately replaced my limbs. I will need them. For I use the arms and mechanical legs to survive due to the lack of the normal ones. "  As Coran said this he would look at Psiko. "Something is troubling you...what is it your majesty?"

[King Jeebus]

"A mighty bold statement to make in a Kings court, is that not?" Psiko laughed a little "Sadly the loss of magic has reduced me to using these servant mechs for most of my protection needs. As for your arms, if you are willing to pay I can set mechanics to upgrade your limbs. If not, im sure we could work something out."

[Zero]

"Great, now my arms fail me?"

Coran scowled. "Psiko, do you have access to steam based technologies that I could borrow? Or ones without advanced computers?"