865 AP – According to the Calendar of Aeon Power
His eyes shined like the swirl of a newborn galaxy. Toys were spread across the dark table, bombs, guns, lockpicks and armour.
“Whatcha buyin’ stranger?” The Mutant at the other side of the table asked. X rubbed his lip and pointed at all the grenades.
“How much for those?” The Runner asked, looking the ox man in the eye. He had horns, and a large hairy chest. His legs on the other hand weren’t huge, they were almost human. Still wasn’t the strangest Mutant X, had ever seen. By now he had traveled the entire universe, seen every faction, stole from some of them, had made many enemies and had come closer to his goal.
“Two-hundred Prime Dollars.”
“That much? Wow, alright.”
“The Lord’s Domain gives the best weapons, not the cheapest,” the
