Infiltrating the rich

After leaving Riddick's place upon deciding to return in a month, the gang decides to set up some where they won't be bugged.

After some persuading, the others convenience Tral to pay for this service in the entertainment district instead of making a place that would draw unwanted attention.

They decided to first leave town before coming back in outfits to look like upper middle class tech merchants complete with a cargo loaded with cybernetic limbs. Their clothes a clash of techno punk business attire complete with masks while Gara takes the form of the most stunningly good looking old man complete with her own artificial limbs which she finds a little awkward but funny.

Their housing for the time being is a techy resort Inn called 'The HotSpot' as it contains both decent services as well as a strick privacy policy.

After checking in they have a meeting to discuss their options. Arc all ready calls room service for some coffee for himself and booze for the others.

"Ok so This Dimitri definitely intrigues me, he is located in the upper district that has stricter admittance as well as the fact that Riddick didn't mention him at all" starts off Arc who takes a quick drink of coffee as he goes on "One of the reasons I chose this disguise is to allow us an excuse to go up there to sell expensive prosthetics to the wealthy individuals up there with the attempt to buy a shop in the district giving us more freedom of movement."

"Smooth story bro, I call dibs on being the potion junky as I need the strong stuff to get past my natural immunity" Darick calls out followed by Gara in a grumpy old man voice "Then I can make a seen yelling at the help for looking for strong potions again before dragging you out with my strong robot arms the first time you go snooping around that store."

"damn it! You guys have all the fun.. as usual I'm left paying all the bills while you get to gallivant around town." Tral complains crossing his arms upset.

"come on now Tral, just think about it this way. You get to be the snooty accountant that doesn't want to pay for things." Arc tries to cheer him up which seems to work when Tral Imagines all the bullshit haggling involved before he starts to go over a list of prices so as to try and gouge people.

"I've gone over most of the necessities and our cargo is mostly tools needed to set up production although we will need to spend time trying to find some clients to look legit which I've already paid some informants to scope out for us. Darick you're current job besides moving equipment is to go out regularly and buy various mental stimulant potions but most importantly you need to return and complain that they aren't strong enough, I will run tests on them as you bring them back. If anything happens send off a quick message to Gara who will storm in there is old man gumption to drag you out by the ear." As Arc rapidly goes over the plan between sips from his mug while, Tral makes enough gold to exchange for local credits used in the upper districts.

With that done they each proceed with their own parts of the plan for the next several day while making sure take the time to treat themselves to the relaxing services available at TheHotSpot.

After most of the prep work is done Arc and Tral proceed to check point for the upper districts with the intention of renting some store space up there.

They finally reach the entrance to the fifth district where local security demands "What is your purpose in the 5th district?"

To which Arc quickly replies "my master wishes to set up his prosthetic shop in a suitable environment. The old man refuses to be around the lower class and wishes for me and his accountant to make all the arrangements before he goes anywhere. I assure you the credits will be acceptable to cover such expenses."

At which point the guard nods but as he is lets Arc through as Tral transfers the entrance fee Tral casually clears his throat before dropping several gold into the guards hand with a silent remark "point me in the right direct to show is apprentice around eh"

The guard immediately reacts with a cough to cover himself pocketing the coins while dropping a data pad out of his pocket as he bumps into Tral "Sorry sir but I believe you dropped this."

Tral smiles thanking the guard for keeping out the riffraff before also going through the check point as well.

When he meets up with Arc they calmly joke about bribery before using the information on the pad to find the registration office. "ha it's funny that I already got this info before but there is nothing like complicity to make guards forget things" Arc jokes.

"oh the wonders of payoffs, may their greed never end." Tral jokingly mock prays.

After standing in the slowest possible bureaucratic lineup for what feels like hours the duo proceeds to ask for the proper forms to rent out a workspace.

The prices stated are so enormous that if they had not had infinite funding it would have made them sweat profusely.

"How do most people afford to pay such rates! If our services weren't exorbitant these ridiculous prices would be the death of me" Tral loudly complains while begrudgingly depositing the necessary credits for the down payment as well as a few months rent ahead of time to the satisfaction of the clerk who seems to enjoy the suffering of snide businessmen.

The clerk takes the forms and hands back a key ring along with the necessary documents for the location they have that is set in the western part of the fifth district.

It's a smaller lower grade shop for the district but as to fifth district standard is still much more luxurious then most of the establishments made of the highest quality materials polished and in good order.

They immediately set about bringing their cargo truck up to the district (paying hefty fees for it) and get Darick to unload the supplies while Gara proceeds to imitate a happy old man taking a satisfied puff of a smoke she lit with one of her prosthetics.