Setting
This store is a far more protected weapons and supply depot built into a disused section of the undercroft of Brillion. Formerly a station for public transit it is now as bunker that sells tomatoes not far from hand grenades. The barren matriarch that runs the location is tithed children and mercenaries as she can support them by selling to various individuals among civil, military, or mercenary companies given access to the depot. Gardener facilities are incredibly dense structures built for creatures with a wide field of vision that can walk on ceilings and much of its construction assumes such capability. So while it has an extensive machine shop for servicing weapons and manufacturing ammo it is generally unusable by conventional hominids.
Food is supplied by a sizable hydroponics garden that produces various foodstuffs from a wide variety of worlds as well as some spices. Foodstuffs too old are converted to frozen form or into hard dry tablets for dilution with water. Racks of particular blends of "drytack" with a moisture-repellent sugary coating are often sold alongside fresh produce. Among most of the non-gardeners it is frequently called 'candied soup' given the high sugar content of some blends. They'll give a tablet of drytack to most customers who ask as the hydroponic farm is quite productive and it's considered good manners for a matriarch to feed visitors.
Unlike the Nemesis Mercenary Group building this place is invitation only though they are reasonably liberal with access to entities that treat them well. Most of the interactable devices are sales in nature much like their mercenary building everything done for security is inside reinforced walls contacted by Quietus.
The barren matriarch that runs this place, Rhia, is known to be pernicious to those whom damage her produce or try to breach security. She's threatened to outright eat thieves though many think it's an empty threat not knowing there are medics are on staff in a triage room whom most certainly can. The sheer amount of heavy Gardener Mercs picking up ammo at all hours that can with a short signal close a door across the room makes stealing from Rhia a dangerous proposition.
Rhia's Armory
A supply depot for Gardeners, it's very much part weapons factory and part department store built to function as a public utility for the species. To everyone else, it's an arms market with unusually strong habits of fair dealing.
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That Rhia wore clothing at all represented a token gesture to integrate with human culture. She looked sidelong at them from her bed: a black leather top and thin leather bottom with a clasp for going over her pseudo abdomen. Most of her body was covered in the stiff leathery armored skin one found on low soldiers rather than the hard exterior of the insects of which Matriarch Nemesis imitated using her birth eye. At least she had tithed children now to gently sand her down to a smooth matte finish that was quite silky. Of course certain portions needed servicing in ways she the tithed children couldn't appreciate quite as well as she'd like.
She turned toward the other side of the bed to rub an antennae down the back of neck of the buyer she'd recruited for just such an occasion. He tasted salty, especially after last night, and her antennae could still smell the gun oil and stale blood in his salt and pepper hair. He started to stir so she leaned in to rub a rough conical tongue up the back of his neck then rubbed the sweat and salt of it at the roof of her mouth. Proven soldiers were a thing she valued as customers and good natured ones for their other pastimes. Matriarchs arriving out of Sopitos had far less a concept of age than did the humans.
The husky voice of the old merc chuckled as she ran two well-manicured left hands across his fuzzy chin, "Heh. You're softer on the inside than you let on, Rhia."
Her black lips smiled as they rarely did while on the job and the flat black of her eye failed to hide the twinkle there, "You would know, soldier man. I'll make breakfast."
As she got up from the bed the side to side antennae told she could feel his eyes on her. Rhia rather liked the attention the tithed males were loyal but had so little appreciation in them. A stretch of four arms in a V and the straining of her pointed legs gave him a little eye candy as he was one of the few with an eye to look. It didn't hurt to leave them wanting more. Especially if she wanted them to show up again.
"So what's for breakfast, mmm?", He asked clearly implying at her when she looked back to see where his gaze was pointed.
She smiled with antennae perked upward and one set of hands on her hips to feign ignorance, "Oh, I made a recipe for hard-tack waffles, Cinnamon-strawberry. I'll even cook you that bacon you like. You have to go soon."
"If I didn't know better I'd think you're trying to get rid of me. You can make candied soup into waffles, eh?", the husky voice said from behind her while shuffling clothes together.
Rhia went to the kitchen of her underground flat and pulled a few red round tablets out of a sealed drawer and some spices from a cupboard. She could feel the clothing was in his hands not on his person when a free hand hooked her front from cloth behind her back.
"Your shower and his bucket is here, I'll have you know it's my turn with the sponge next time. I think I'll use the facilities if it's all the same to you," came that rumbly amused quality to human men that she liked.
The intelligence caste tapped across the room and knew better to speak with their ever-hyper voice this early in her morning. She patted the small six-legged creature and widened her stance. A swish of water later he went about cleaning her legs and body with the wet sponge. She busied herself with adding some water to a blender and hard-tac to make the waffle batter.
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An hour later after a nice breakfast that same six-legged tap came from below the counter she was looking at. This time, the intel caste spoke. Loudly like a radio that had lost all sense of stable volume control. Still, the orange-tinted intel caste named 'Sunrise' did what she told him to at least.
"I BROUGHT THE SEED THINGS! And the GUN Oil!", Sunrise said with gusto planting them on the table. She shooed him away with a free hand as the other three were dismantling a rifle.
One pair of hands dismantles a gun where the other two prepare the tray to receive seedlings for the hydroponics bay. She was was making this particular one to grow herbs for the meat she now kept in the freezer of her room. She hummed a happy tune minding her front desk after the pleasant morning.
She turned toward the other side of the bed to rub an antennae down the back of neck of the buyer she'd recruited for just such an occasion. He tasted salty, especially after last night, and her antennae could still smell the gun oil and stale blood in his salt and pepper hair. He started to stir so she leaned in to rub a rough conical tongue up the back of his neck then rubbed the sweat and salt of it at the roof of her mouth. Proven soldiers were a thing she valued as customers and good natured ones for their other pastimes. Matriarchs arriving out of Sopitos had far less a concept of age than did the humans.
The husky voice of the old merc chuckled as she ran two well-manicured left hands across his fuzzy chin, "Heh. You're softer on the inside than you let on, Rhia."
Her black lips smiled as they rarely did while on the job and the flat black of her eye failed to hide the twinkle there, "You would know, soldier man. I'll make breakfast."
As she got up from the bed the side to side antennae told she could feel his eyes on her. Rhia rather liked the attention the tithed males were loyal but had so little appreciation in them. A stretch of four arms in a V and the straining of her pointed legs gave him a little eye candy as he was one of the few with an eye to look. It didn't hurt to leave them wanting more. Especially if she wanted them to show up again.
"So what's for breakfast, mmm?", He asked clearly implying at her when she looked back to see where his gaze was pointed.
She smiled with antennae perked upward and one set of hands on her hips to feign ignorance, "Oh, I made a recipe for hard-tack waffles, Cinnamon-strawberry. I'll even cook you that bacon you like. You have to go soon."
"If I didn't know better I'd think you're trying to get rid of me. You can make candied soup into waffles, eh?", the husky voice said from behind her while shuffling clothes together.
Rhia went to the kitchen of her underground flat and pulled a few red round tablets out of a sealed drawer and some spices from a cupboard. She could feel the clothing was in his hands not on his person when a free hand hooked her front from cloth behind her back.
"Your shower and his bucket is here, I'll have you know it's my turn with the sponge next time. I think I'll use the facilities if it's all the same to you," came that rumbly amused quality to human men that she liked.
The intelligence caste tapped across the room and knew better to speak with their ever-hyper voice this early in her morning. She patted the small six-legged creature and widened her stance. A swish of water later he went about cleaning her legs and body with the wet sponge. She busied herself with adding some water to a blender and hard-tac to make the waffle batter.
~~~
An hour later after a nice breakfast that same six-legged tap came from below the counter she was looking at. This time, the intel caste spoke. Loudly like a radio that had lost all sense of stable volume control. Still, the orange-tinted intel caste named 'Sunrise' did what she told him to at least.
"I BROUGHT THE SEED THINGS! And the GUN Oil!", Sunrise said with gusto planting them on the table. She shooed him away with a free hand as the other three were dismantling a rifle.
One pair of hands dismantles a gun where the other two prepare the tray to receive seedlings for the hydroponics bay. She was was making this particular one to grow herbs for the meat she now kept in the freezer of her room. She hummed a happy tune minding her front desk after the pleasant morning.
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