2526/Know One, Knowhere

Know One, Knowhere
Date of Scene:	20 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Black Bolt, Crusader

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Black Bolt has posed:
Knowhere, not the prettiest of places in the galaxy. In fact, it's generally ugly, noisy, messy, and disorganized. Anyone with something to sell shows up here, anyone with a need to buy knows where to go. The marketplace is currently evaluated by the Midnight King from the comfort of a glassed in balcony. Behind him lights flash and women and men with particularly orange skin saunter about to assure everyone has exactly what they want, what they need

Other than his glass of something decidedly citrine in shade, he's not biting into their charming lures. Not a surprise, perhaps. The output of his focused attention doesn't immediately present itself. Buzzing figures of all sizes and sorts come to purchase trivialities and stock mined from a dead celestial.

He's far more interested in the shining red and black ship floating over one of the mooring points, its engines glowing dimly as it remains mostly in atmosphere. But that particular bird in the nest for mechanical inspection is obviously owned by someone important.

Someone Kree, for that matter, and the Inhuman king has no great love for that people.

Crusader has posed:
Another ship approaches the docking moors and soon lands not too far from The Market place. The ship itself seemed ment to blend into space as it was primairly black with specs of light, like a far off star.
    And than someone seems to drop down from underneath the ship - the massive 'human' Bjorn Arttursson. Seeing as it unlikely folks from space will be on earth...he had little reason to change shape. Upon his back was his spear
    He glances first to the Kree ship and hmmms for a moment, but he doesn't stick around for long, he was here to see about buying and getting parts he could use. And soon enough he is bobbing and weaving through the crowd

Black Bolt has posed:
The glittering floodlights almost make Knowhere look beautiful. Disregard the phalanx of warriors from the martial caste on the gang plank to that ship, or the squalor around every corner, and that's about as fine as you can expect. Blackagar puts down his drink and touches the wards around the balcony, one of those nice touches to avoid people being injured as a craft passes or a mining pod falls out of orbit. He puts his hand to the rail and unceremoniously leaps over.

Bold move, perhaps, but the freefall is arrested by him stretching his arms out and adapting his descent, less tumbling than going through three rotations and hitting a metal platform in a crouch. The vibrations run up the structure, possibly enough for distant figures disembarking from their craft to feel. Straightening up, he smartly marches along to join the flow of pedestrians headed into the marketplace. The Kree are mostly headed that way as well, lured by all the excitement afforded for a price. He might stand out; he's not wearing a mask, and the metal necklace at his throat has the distinctive trifork.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn continues making his way towards the marketplace, but than gives pause. He can feel it - a surge of vibration. He bristled in wonder at what that could be and like a moth to a flame is drawn to it. And soon finds himself infront of the structure Blackagar was in

But not seeing him there...he begins to again move towards the market place. But as he does so, he see Black Bolt himself. He blinks several times "Wait...isn't he..." memories flood back from when he first saw the man...back in the square. Curiouse to see if it was the same man or not, Bjorn actually begins to trail him - while at the same time not trying to knock folks over.

Black Bolt has posed:
The humming noise might almost be funny, given so much sound comes from a man categorically unable to make it. He cuffs his hands and presents a singularly inoffensive presence, though anyone with half a mind to understand what the jagged white lines on his scarf mean know to move away. Not really so much someone who decides to get in his way, a blue-skinned fellow about seven feet tall bristling with importance and ego. The snarl from the alien when anyone tries to pass within ten feet of the entryway he's haunting -- some kind of technology shop -- earning a gap in the crowd. He snarls, naturally, at Blackagar.

Blackagar arches an eyebrow, and gestures smartly with his hand. Not that it's likely someone off world has any idea of what that means.

The Kree soldier straightens and makes a gesture to push him out of the way. No such luck; empty air greets him. Yes, this isn't very nice. And it's a nice bubble of movement for Bjorn to see.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn grins wide at this. He rather liked a good fight - and this place seem like it would provide tha in spade. But the technology shop catches his eye even more. Never skip out on a chance to get good tech - especially when your on an alien world!
    Bjorn pushes himself to the front of the crowd and steps forward, he clearly wasn't afraid ot rhe blue-skinned alien. He looks to the Kree soldier a moment, but hardly pays him anymind as he looks around to see where Blackagar went.

"Huh, where he go. You guys no" he asks when the man seems to dissappear. He was obliviouse to the glare and look rom the blue skinned alien - especially as he steps further even more to see the tech shop

Black Bolt has posed:
The Kree soldier snarls profanities in a language fortunately not translated for most. Not everyone has an omni-app or something of the sort. When he turns around, Blackagar is on the other side of him, and well inside the big man's guard. A snarl erupts again, this time less bravado and more sheer anger at the affront being performed. Inside is another part of the contingent, wearing green and white cloaks, admiring the wares. Or rather performing a glaring shakedown just in case someone thought they were going to pay full price.

"Why you spineless scum," is about the nicest thing that the guard has to say. "No lesser races allowed."

Which is precisely the time he goes to reach for Blackagar's tunic. Bjorn might well be within arm's reach as he closes in, but the quiet, somber man snaps out his wrist. It's at that moment his open palm connects with the armoured chest plate worn by the Kree, and the alien goes flying off his feet.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn head snaps to Blackagar and than to the flying kree guard "Big Mouth Guard Zero, Lesser Race 1. Best step it up a notch" he comments in a boisterious vice. He chuckled - when folks mouths are too big for their briches, it shows!

He looks to Blackagar "Hello again! Nice to see you again!" he chimes in a friendly manner. But seeing the man, he can certainly comfirmed it is the same man he fought alongside with on earth. This felt slightly arkward, but what can you

And with the guard out of the way, he boldly steps into the tech shop with the cloaked contigent. He didn't seem to afriad of them as he says "Hello friends! Hope to see what is good for the buying of here" he announces. Hopefully he has good trade goods, cause he sure as hell dosn't got the credits.

Black Bolt has posed:
It's a sight to see; a Kree warrior goes flying to land in a tumble. That might as well cause a burning glare, a threat to be resolved with blasters. The warrior isn't stupid, though, not when watching people around him react violently. They go back against the walls or melt into the alleys for protection. Blasters are pulled from belts, and weapons armed, tracked after. He might be loosing whatever weapon he has himself, but then he halts.

Big spear. Cheerful. Dangerous, really, that sort of person. The Kree vanishes around the corner to snarl and Bjorn is given a quick salute from Blackagar, who clearly recognizes that voice if not the person immediately.