Off the Grid Season 2

The tavern itself seemed rather more lonelier than usual. There was only a single person who was at the front desk with a bunch of weapon's on the wall behind him. He was currently working on a gas mask filter, while having the oil lantern next to him. It was odd knowing that only one section of this tavern used power, while he only used a lantern for the front desk. The sound of the front door opening was heard, as Stryker walked in, and came to the front desk. "Well....your obviously not here to buy gas mask filter's." The masked bat pony stated in a bored voice.

"I'm looking to gather some information, I was told this was the place to go" Stryker told him.

"Well you are in the right place.....got any money?" The bat pony asked.

"I have 20,000 Grid credit's" Stryker replied.

"Grid Credit's....what the fuck are those.......you won't find a single dealer around these part's that accept your form of currency...got anything of value?" The bat pony asked.

"And just what exactly is considered, an object of value around here?" Stryker asked.

"Weaponry, bullet's, ammunition, precious metal's....uh....fuel cell's" The bat pony replied, giving him an example.

"Hmmmmmm" Stryker hummed, trying to think if he had anything of value he really didn't need, until the guy at the front desk spoke up, pointing to a door to the left of him.

"Head through that doorway....it'll take you to the trading room....maybe you'll find someone to help you in there" The bat pony advised.

"Alright....thank's" Stryker nodded, as he journeyed into the trading post room. The room itself had a lot of power going through it, and there were people chatting, and talking with one another, discussing the object's they wanted to trade, or barter with. Some in the area were trading, other's were arguing. "Whoah.....there's so much going on" Stryker told himself, as he journeyed into the room.

"Live, or diiiiieeee...this is the newest model of weaponry from V.E.N. Industries....powerful weapon's, built for survival, and specalist's....get your weapon's" One of them stated, as Stryker stopped, seeing the person who was selling the weapon's, while a mysterious female Equestrian being he didn't recognize walk away from the trader's stand, putting the weapon back. "OH COME ON......don't just walk away without looking to spend on anything" The masked Equestrian salesbeing grumbled. Another of the masked soldier's only grumbled, seeing the female Equestrian being walk away.

"Don't worry about her, I'll buy one of your weapon's.....but first give me a discount" The customer demanded. Stryker walked up to the same desk, and spoke.

"Hey there" Stryker told him, as the masked, tall dragon trader looked down, noticing him. "Do you take Grid Credit's?" Stryker asked.

"Do I take......WHAT NOW!?!?!?!?!?" The Dragon asked confused, and taken back before turning to him with a growl. "If You Don't Have Bullet's, Or Gun's, Get Lost" The dragon growled.

"I'm just looking for some information....." Stryker tried to tell him, but the Dragon roared his next word's.

"I SAID.....GET LOST!!!!!!!!!!" He shouted. Stryker gave him a middle finger gesture in response, which made the dragon trader growl. Not finding anything, the Sheriff screamed his next word's.

"DOES ANYONE HERE TAKE GRID CREDIT'S!?!?!?!?!?!?" Stryker shouted.

"Over here" An Equestrian dragon spoke who was at his own area with his own item's on sale. Stryker walked over to the trader's post.

"Do you accept Grid Credit's?" Stryker asked.

"Well.....I don't know about the Grid Credit's....but we can work something out" The trader smiled.

"I'm not from around here, and I'm looking for information" Stryker told him.

"Information huh......well your in luck.....I happen to be an information broker.....so how's this.....you give me information about yourself, and where your from, and in return.....I'll tell you a fair share about this world" The dragon told him.

"Hmmmmm......Deal" Stryker replied.