The Muscovy Trading District, named after the Muscovy Trading Company of the fiftheenth century, is located in the eastern side of the city. It is widely considered the world's largest tech district. The streets are lined with large and bustling storefronts and soar into large towers.
The Muscovy Trading District is where almost all large businesses are located and where the rich and famous are found. All technology from the pre-dark era can be found here as well as new and developing products.
But the MTD also has a darker side. During the night its alleyways are filed with arms and drug dealers who will supply the same men who work in the streets during the day with whatever they need.
"Well, since it is all free, I'll take your best guns (I need a sniper), the best armor, and your best sword." "As well, I will need some rope, and some grenades"
[i]"I have a nice suppley of ex-CIA from the pre-dark stock that should do. I have a sufficent sniper, a bullet-proof vest and helmet and and asian katana. I also have some flash greandes. As for rope you may have to find that on your own. Anything esle or shall I go get it?
"Hm....Airtravel is impossible. I believe we have a private ship docked at the depot if that will work for you" and with that he goes and gets the equipment, brings it back, gives it to you, and awaits your answer.
"Anti-gravity. We may although that is higher end. You may want to try the large building down the street, Lockheed-2. They are more on the large items, goverment issued and whatnot. They should be able to help you" the man says pointing.
No one seems to be near him and it is hard to see as high shelfs surround him, taking up much of the floor space. There does seem to be movement in the building, however, as he hears voices and creaking near the front.
All the sand poures out of Darius' backpack, wrapping around his entire body to make a armour-like defence, exept for a small opening around his mouth, nose, ears and eyes. Then the sand lifts darius two or three inches of the ground, so he doesn't make any sound. He floats upto the source of the sound, on his guard, and ready to kill if nescesary.
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The Muscovy Trading District is where almost all large businesses are located and where the rich and famous are found. All technology from the pre-dark era can be found here as well as new and developing products.
But the MTD also has a darker side. During the night its alleyways are filed with arms and drug dealers who will supply the same men who work in the streets during the day with whatever they need.
"Where is the ship docked"?
The man looks irritable. "Like I said. At the Transit Depot" he says turning away from his customer.
"Good afternoon. What kind of things do you sell?"
Darius walked into 'Lockheed-2' and walked through the shop, looking for a anti-gravity device.
Darius looked around, and looked for either the owner of the buissnes or a anti-gravity device.
"I've heard you come out!"