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Kyle Katarn     Stone and wood building in the middle of the woods; Can't be hard to miss out here right? Kyle's speeder bike pulls up in front of the store, after some assistance from nearby locals regarding a weapon smith with a fox tail.

    He's heard of the old Cecily vaguely from Union records, and if she was any indication, this new one might be a worthy asset to the Watch as a quartermaster. He removes his helmet, entering the store casually like he was looking to shop.
Cecily      Kitsune Arms, destroyed twice now in the time it had taken the shop to be unified. First by the siege that brought Cecily to the Union, and now a second time by the cataclysm that heralded the rearranging of the Multiverse and the destruction of the superfactions. Thankfully, it had ended up on the lesser haunted side of the Scorched Wood, and with the materials leftover from the last rebuilding, things were well on their way to becoming whole. Again. The outside of the shop is still scorched and has a few holes in it, brand new roof tiles still in stacks on the ground while new planking has just been put in up top.

     Inside? Well, the bell does jingle merrily for Kyle when the door opens, and the shop is nicely lit. Some boxes with hay for packing are stacked here and there, and the array of weapons inside of the cases are currently, well... a work in progress. The fox-tailed properieter, Cecily, is currently unloading those boxes, arranging blades and bashers in their proper places, carefully setting out firearms from many eras inside of what look to be newer glass cabinets. Behind her, the forge looks to be cold for the time being.

     "Welcome to Kitsune Arms," she greets, looking up from her work, seeing the man carrying the helmet. "I do apologize for the state of things, dear... but surely you can forgive it with the border location and the ... upheaval.." she sighs. "Just let me know if I can show you anything, or if you'd like to commission something."
Kyle Katarn     Well, the old man wasn't kidding by the fox tail thing. Kyle looks over the shop's interior, including the signs of repair from some substantial damage, seems Cecily was still in the middle of fixing the place up.

    He takes a look around, inspecting the armory. "These are pretty impressive pieces, bet you get some considerable business." Kyle comments, as he looks the fox woman over. "I'm not here to shop, unfortunately. I came with a different kind of offer, Ms...Cecily?"

    He leans against the counter, setting the helmet there. "My name is Kyle Katarn, I've come on behalf of an organization in need of a long-term quartermaster of sorts. You'd still be allowed to carry out your business, but we need the equipment regardless."
Cecily      SO many tails. Nine of them. Cecily is certainly floof-central. None of the firearms she stocks seem to be 'stock' ones. No big name Earth or elsewhere manufacturers. Kyle won't find a BlasTech or a Soro-Suub under the glass, but he might see something recognizable as a handheld particle gun that uses similar blaster principles. "Business is slow for the moment, everyone in the woods are currently in damage control mode... and the beastgirl tribe I had a contract with are currently recovering as well... thankfully this means I have some time to rebuild things.. but.. I do expect business to pick up, now that the forest is a lot more hostile..." she explains.

     Then her ears perk up, and she looks to Kyle, blinking as her name is given. "Well now, you've piqued my interest, dear... but the Union is dissolved, and I'm not the same Cecily that lived in the Multiverse some months ago. If you're looking for the one who I seem to have traded places with over the summer... you'll not find her here... but if you're looking for me, well..." she shrugs. "...I can invite you in for some tea and you can tell me who you represent."

     She closes and locks the case she's working on, then stands up. Not quite straight, her palms are pressed into the counter, and she looks over the edge of her glasses at Kyle, "...know this, though... that I do not do business with criminals or terorists... nor will I respond favorably to intimidation and threats. I do business with -good- people. Is that clear?"
Kyle Katarn     "Crystal." Kyle says, without missing a beat. "I represent a collection of people who, for lack of better options, have opted to take the law into their own hands. We're vigilantes and rebels, more or less. We fight against the corrupt and tyrannical, wherever they may be, to fight back against their profit on the backs of those they tread over."

    He shrugs a shoulder. "I hate to disappoint, but the criminal and terrorist thing does apply...to a degree. We assault military targets, civilians are off limits far as attacks go, but that goes without saying. Don't go believing the propaganda they may say about us, we're here to help the little guy, even if nobody else will."
Cecily      "Good, now that we're clear," Cecily nods, lifting the countertop divider and gesturing for Kyle to come behind the counter and into the shop. She leads him to the door in the back and opens it. If the main shop floor is the smithy, the room here is the precision workshop, complete with all the tools and more one needs to handle firearms and smaller weapons. There's even a teapot. One she sets to boiling immediately. She nods to a seat, there's a couple of comfy couches back here. It's likely she naps on them when she's working, because the only other thing in the room is a floor hatch to a cellar.

     "Ah... I see..." she says softly, pursing her lips. "A bit of the Robin Hood and his Merry Men, is it?" she asks, smiling, a twinkle in her eyes. "...I admit I haven't heard much in the way of propaganda about anyone. Been busy putting things back together here..." she tsks softly. "But, I do see where you're coming from... what, exactly, do you want with me? I'm not exactly a... mass producer of military arms and armaments... Granted, I have armored vehicles and gunships at my disposal but those are glorified.. delivery vehicles.." she says with a grin.
Kyle Katarn     Kyle follows, mostly because the lady invited him to. "You have a very impressive place, I have to say. We can help with repairs, if you wish. Defense too, I know the forest's not exactly cuddly from experience. Bandits are roaming about a few miles from here, in the mountains. I'm told they hit the nearby villages often, holding the people ransom." He says, before taking a seat on the couch.

    "We need a quartermaster, like I said. SOmeone who can fix weapons and make them better than before, same with vehicles. We can definitely use those too, the more civilian they look the better." He says, grinning a bit. Those 'glorified delivery vehicles' can still be put to use, if used incognito. "Should you accept, you'd be made a full member of the Watch, expected to assist your fellow Watch cells and if needed provide your wares and store as a hiding place. IN return, we tend to always be on call to look after one another, as well as our neighbors too. Those bandits I mentioned might be a good example to be made of the work we do."
Cecily      Cecily leans against the countertop with the teapot on it, folding her arms as she listens. There's a sigh, her ears wilting a little, "...I make and mend tools for those villages... often they don't want me to provide them arms, lest the bandits do worse should they resist. None of those people are trained in combat, anyway.." she mutters. "And as much as I'd like to, I can't take them on myself. They know me..." she laughs bitterly. "Would only come down harder on the townsfolk if i did.." she looks up at Kyle as the teapot whistles.

     The fox turns to address it, taking it off the heat and pouring the water into large mugs to steep the tea. "I do better with weapons than I do vehicles," she answers, "But I can help. My home is... spacious.." she nods to the cellar door. "Hopefully things won't get traced back to me too easily in the end? I'd rather not have my storefront destroyed a third time."
Kyle Katarn     "They don't know us, I promise they won't get to try again once we're through." Kyle says, growing more serious. "This is what we're here for, what we set out to fight against. Let us help, and I promise not a single villager will come to harm again."

    He watches Cecily make tea, nodding. "That's all I ask for. We're good at covering our tracks, I can promise you that. I've done this sort of thing for about twenty years, call me an old hand at rebellion against scumbags." That cheeky smile returns to his bearded features, eager for tea. Tea sounds amazing right now, honestly.
Cecily      "Then sign me up... if this is the sort of thing you do regularly, I'd be happy to help..." Cecily says with a nod, turning to carry the mug of tea to Kyle. It's big enough to fit in both hands. There isn't a cheap teabag either. Instead there's a mesh 'acorn' filled with what looks to be tea leaves. It smells like a mixture of green and a hint of mint. She's even got some honey should Kyle wish to sweeten it up some. "The Watch sounds like... well... something I could get behind. And before you ask, I don't mind getting my hands dirty, either, if I can."

     She adds some honey to her own mug and nods to the shop, "...I don't just make these. I know full well how to use them, also." Her talk about gunships wasn't a falsehood either.
Kyle Katarn     Kyle takes a cup, before he looks to the honey. "Mind if I get a little bit of that too?" He asks, accepting the mug gladly. "Thanks, it's freezing outside." He may not be a tea guy, but like hell is he gonna turn down a delicious hot beverage from a pretty lady.

    "We appreciate any help we can get, whether it's support or active field work. You'd be a very welcome asset to the group, if you choose to accept membership." Siiiip.
Cecily      Of course the honey is given. And the tea is fresh. As in, the leaves aren't some storebought business. Cecily smiles, "It is rather cold... before the upheaval, the shop was in a zone that was almost always temperate.. not too hot, not too cold..." she sighs. "Now the grip of winter is setting in and I anticipate snow. I need to get the roof repaired as soon as possible..." she laughs quietly, then takes a drink of her own. The mug is cradled in both hands and she nods to Kyle, watching him.

     "...I admit my field work is very loud... I do most of my combat through firearms, after all. But if you have need of artillery support or suppressing fire.." she winks. "...but... yes. Is there something I need to sign...?"
Kyle Katarn     "Yeah, we're gonna have to work double time for that to get fixed." Kyle agrees, before he takes another sip. He mulls it over, thinking. "We can use some heavy firepower, that much is certain. Defiance is that much more effective when it's loud and hits hard. I know I wish I had rockets whenever walkers were brought out to bear."
Cecily      Cecily's ears lift. "I can give you rockets," she says with a grin. "...four-tube anti-tank, shaped charge warheads for armor penetration?" she asks, tilting her head this way, then that. "Ah.. but I can do heavy firepower... yes..." her grin gets more under control and she just smiles. Her tails bely her feelings, though, twitching and swishing rather energetically. "...yes, just let me know what I can do to help. Loud and hard I can do, certainly," she nods. Sip.
Kyle Katarn     "Excellent. I uh...I actually don't know if we have any kind of paperwork, but we definitely have a few radio frequencies for you to use. I'll do what I can to get you hooked up, and provide the equipment if you lack any comms. Hopefully that won't be the case." Kyle says, before he chuckles at the offer. He might've been joking about rockets, but like hell is he gonna turn it down now. "You got anything with homing capability?" By the FOrce, he misses heavy artillery.
Cecily      "I should have radio equipment. The Union frequencies are all busted, of course..." Cecily says with another light frown. "...there aren't many radio towers out here, though. Everything is limited to short wave. The villagers send orders by hand if they need something... runners, carriers... horses... pack beasts.." she smiles. It's so quaint out here. She tilts her head, "Hmm... depends entirely on what it needs to home into, truthfully... heat and radar trackers are easy enough... remote control and wire guided even moreso..."
Kyle Katarn     "Heat tends to do well with the things I tend to deal with, but don't feel pressured into any one kind of homing rocket if you need to." Kyle smiles, before he produces a number of frequencies from a note for Cecily to hone onto. "You activate those, you'll be one of us. Remember, we're all here for one another."
Cecily      Cecily nods, "I'll see if I can't muster up some heat seekers for you then, dear. Ah... I think the only issue I have at present is procurement of raw materials.." she purses her lips again. "...so if your... endeavors... come across anything salvageable or meltable.. or really anything... I can make what you need. Hopefully. Some things, obviously... are tougher to come by than others.. But I don't exactly have a mine in my backyard brimming with rare metals.." she laughs.
Kyle Katarn     Kyle just smiles still, "I might know a few guys. Mostly smugglers, but it's not hard to get the good stuff back in my world with the right contacts. Failing that, we can always kick down an Imperial Remnant outpost or two and redistribute their resources. Not like they tend to do much with it other than build death stars."
Cecily      "Well that sounds delightful. If you ever find an outpost to kick over..." she laughs at the wording of it all. "...let me know? I'd love to help..." she says with a smile. "...redistribution of reources... that's a clever turn of phrase, dear. I rather like it.." she winks, nodding. "I suppose I should get these frequencies locked in and say hello, shouldn't I?"
Kyle Katarn     "Go right ahead. We're a welcoming bunch, really." Kyle says, grinning as he finishes his drink. "Thanks for the tea, Cecily. Welcome to the Watch, you're gonna be a big help to us." He says, placing the mug down as he stands and throws a lazy salute-wave of sorts. "Catch you later, Cecily."