In a distant part of the Galaxy, there exists a planet, called Raem. Here on Raem, fantasy and technology coexist side by side. As technology marched on, nothing seemed to get left behind. Even the humble Knight, defender of king and country who wore brilliant suits of armor, evolved. That evolution is the Knight Armor: a 16 foot tall mech resembling the Knights of old, capable of utilizing a wide range of armaments. Once used in a brutal war they nearly consumed the planet. When the war finally ended and peace was established. These Armor were redeveloped for a spectator sport, one that would bring the nations together and stop wars once and for all: The Battle Clash, a year long tournament to determine the greatest warrior in all of Raem. Held every 4 years, The Battle Clash honors those who lost their lives in the great war. Over the years, The Knight Armor evolved from the original design, incorporating new designs and elements to get a leg up on the competition, becoming more specialized and capable of incredible things, they had evolved greatly from their original intent as weapons of war, as a result of this evolution, and the fact that the Knight Armor itself has become just another class among the different varieties, a new name was coined: Battle Armors. 100 years have passed since the Battle Clash began, and Raem was approaching the 25th annual Battle Clash event...throughout the world, there was an almost festive mood in the air, as the citizens of Raem got ready for the greatest event of the planet. (edited) [1:50 AM] In the remote town of Heilo, a young man was approaching the town's local scrap shop driving an old beat up truck with a bunch of parts and scrap in the back, gathered from a nearby scrapyard out of town. He was maybe 20 or so with short, though messy brown hair and dull gray eyes, currently wearing some dusty overalls and a short sleeve shirt and some tan work boots. His clothes were dusty and covered in mud and grime from digging around the scrap yard looking for usable parts to sell and earn some money. He'd park the truck getting out and trying to dust himself off a bit before approaching the store. The sign overhead read "Boros trading - we buy and sell scrap." He'd knocked on the door a few times, peaking into the display windows. "Hey, is anyone there? I got stuff from the scrapyard to sell! (d) [6:43 PM] It was quiet for a minute before the door opened. Standing there was a girl with waist length red hair, and matching red eyes behind a pair of small glasses.. She was wearing a red long sleeve top with white vertical lines on it and gold trim that for some odd reason ended in fingerless gloves. She also wore a black skirt that was about mid-thigh in length, and had black thigh high boots to match. Just barely peeking out from those boots seemed to be black stockings. Her hair currently had two black and red ribbons in it, tying off a pair of discreet twin tails. "I'm filling in for a little bit," she said flatly. Cradled in her other arm was an otter that seemed content with its position. It even made a few idle, happy squeaks. (edited) [6:44 PM] "oh, alright. Well." The young man seemed a bit nervous around the girl. Most people did. She showed up one day out of the blue and moved into town, opening her own shop in the area. Rumors were abound about her, including such things as her being a Mekanos, the legendary race who originally developed the concept of the Knight Armors. These days Mekanos were a rare sight, though by no means were they extinct or anything of the sort, many Pro Battle Clash teams went out of their way to hire Mekanos to act as their team mechanic, for their skill with technology was second to known. The young man scratched the back of his cheek for a moment, before composing himself and leading her over to the truck, showing her the stuff he had found. "Some of it looks new so it was probably recently dumped. It might be some parts from a 3rd gen Beast, but it could be 4th gen, these days it's hard to tell. I THINK I found a tail piece of an Ancient but I'm not 100% sure. Oh and found some wing fragments of a Yanmak Insect Frame. (d) [6:44 PM] "Let's look then..." She lifted the otter up onto her shoulder before looking over the scrap piece by piece. She'd left her pad and paper inside with her bag, but that wasn't much of a big deal. Not right at that moment anyhow. SdazVarence — 03/25/2019 2:26 AM He was nervous that for sure, however he knew the girl had a good eye for scrap and can trust her not to rip him off like Boros usually does. Of course Boros was also an idiot and sometimes the young man scammed him. 5 years going and the fatass never once caught on. "There's something else I found in the scrapyard, but it was too big to fit in the truck, I'd need a flatbed for it. a Knight Armor, well what's left of one. Just the Torso and cockpit section, and get this. The cockpit was designed for 2 pilots." Melany — 03/25/2019 2:28 AM "I'll have to see it..." The redhead was finishing up looking everything over. When she was done she headed back for the shop and motioned for him to follow. "Let's get this taken care of quickly." [6:46 PM] The young man nodded and headed into the store with her. For all his faults, Boros was, at the very least, a somewhat competent merchant, considering he's been keeping his shop running for 10 years now. He's just none too bright and usually never double checks the actual value of 'priceless' scrap he buys, far too often blinded by greed. [2:35 AM] "So where is Boros? Trying to get rich again?" Part 1.1 of the full chapter
