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The market was busy given how nice a day it was. Warm sun, cool breeze. Children were running about, adults were buying and selling, and a few mechs were either on display or following their operators. One or two were even used as a means of drawing in customers.

Audrey walked through the marketplace with a destination in mind. She had a shipment to pick out and have loaded into the truck she had been driving in, partnered with Mike who was keeping an eye on the truck and picking up some lunch for them to eat and snacks for the trip back to Capital city. They both worked at Blue Bolt Mechanics, a top engineer workplace and mech repair business. Only a few places in each faction had that sort of opportunity and place and in the Trader faction, it was BBM.

Her brisk pace was kept up as she wieved through the crowds. "Keep up, Fiber," she called behind her.

The round, black and yellow ball sped up in an attempt to keep up without tripping people who couldn't see him. His full name was Fiberglass. Audrey found him during a shipment of broken mechs that had been found during an expedition. His AI and controls were corrupted and one of his disks was jammed. When anyone tried to open him up, he'd end up shocking them with whatever reserve power he had while in a standby mode. It took Audrey five times to get him open and have his programing adjusted and parts fixed. His electric stunning had to be toned down as well. The voltage was high enough to stun a horse. She assumed, based on what little AI programing she could decipher, along with the camera and movement capabilities, that he may have been a sentry of some sort; but after his reprogram, he was a very friendly mech. Audrey's boss let her keep him since it took her 6 months to get him running properly. Fiberglass became more of a pet and helper than a sentry. He'd bring her tools she'd ask for, play her music, and keep her company in her crappy apartment.

Audrey finally found the place she was looking for. Unlike some of the set-up shops people had, there were also actual buildings for permanent shops. This particular one delt with sensor chips, targeting recognition circuits, and navigation cards. All very helpful for higher-class mechs, and very important parts for anything with a weapon. You don twant mechs shooting at innocent people because it can't tell the difference between a child's toy gun and a criminal's real one. Plus they're good for other non-mech equipment such as navigation for expeditions, charting for underwater explorations, and the like.

The owner, and clerk was a heavy and hairy man. His black hair was a sharp contrast to his pale skin and given a slight shine from sweat. A few fans blew into the shop to keep it cool from the direct sunlight that poured in from the windows. Despite the smell of dust and sweat, the man had a great selection of circuit boards, chips, and cards plus a few other knickknacks that would be fun to test out.