Inden Billik, a Rodian with scales shimmering between turquoise and dark green, was - as far as he could tell - the only honest Ranger in Providencetown.Of course, it didn't help that there were only two of them to handle a town this big. No, Inden thought, more like a city, topping out somewhere just shy of two hundred thousand lifeforms of various shapes and sizes. And a sizable chunk of the population was bought and paid for by one syndicate or another. That put the pair of Rangers in the former scavenger settlement in a bit of a predicament - they could either let themselves become one of the bought, like the other Ranger, the quasi-human known as Aaryk Voss, or they could arm themselves to the teeth in the hopes no one would mess with them.
Inden has opted for the latter route. Having drawn the short straw and been the one to have to carry out patrols through the Bazaar this cycle, the Rodian had strapped himself into a set of former Imperial stormtrooper heavy assault armor, the Imperial insignia washed out with red paint down the arms and the Sector Rangers of Noventa emblem painted on the shoulder. He had skipped the helmet and the leg armor; neither fit the frame of the Rodian - he was, as the other liked to joke, too short to be a stormtrooper. Still, the armor let him carry the energy tanks for the heavy repeater cannon he kept strapped to his back and interfaced properly with the E-11 he carried in his hands.
Up ahead of him, some shouting came from a stall: "Stop! Thief!"
The Rodian sighed, hefting the E-11. Time to go risk his life... again.
