Roswell NM and U-Mart

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Roswell NM and U-Mart

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Roswell

The Great Cataclysm left Roswell, site of a famous UFO crash-landing and subject of countless alien conspiracy theories, an uninhabited ruin. Recently, many Psi-X “alien” outcasts, led by someone called “The Smoking Man,” made their way to Roswell and established an eclectic settlement. The community specializes in indulging the needs of the travelers (and Pecos raiders) crisscrossing the wastelands between old Texas and the New West. The Psi-X claim to be descendants of the original Roswell aliens and the community encourages “alien” looking D-Bees to settle there and engage in the charade.
Many visitors believe in traditional UFOs and aliens, conflating Rifts Earth reality with what they see on pre-Cataclysm movies and shows. The light-hearted Roswell community plays to the cultural hype by peddling all sorts of memorabilia, “alien artifacts,” and exotic technology and weapons—in addition to the casinos, taverns, drug dens and general stores necessary to keep rough travelers and mercs entertained and supplied. An immensely popular freak show includes a “real UFO” and visitors
are continually entertained by the various “alien” townspeople and their unusual antics.
A sizable—and very successful— Naruni Enterprises outlet calls Roswell home. It is run by Uteni sales clerks wearing ridiculous outfits and Repo-Bots operating publicly and openly as a marketing ploy. The interdimensional arms dealers base their operations out of a huge alien hover caravan, disappearing without a trace into the badlands whenever Coalition forces arrive in the region (which Naruni Enterprises monitors with a hidden network of ultra-tech sensors).

Outside Roswell: U-Mart!

TLDR: It's like Sams, but for weapons, plus an operator shop, car lot, strip club, and small eatery. There's also a small body chop shop on site. They take Black Market Credits as their main credit source and everything else (NGMI and Universal Credits) has an exchange rate. It has a four story parking garage next to it, with places for aircraft to land on the top deck.

Full Description:
Near a sign that says that Roswell is just ahead (and indeed you can see it - the terrain hides little unless there is a dip), the road joins with another that runs directly south. Less than a mile after this, you see a large structure with a four story parking garage next to it. The sign outside says U-Mart Super Center, and among other things it includes some sort of vehicle dealership (advertising "with armor thick enough to blunt a T-Rex bite"), a casino, a fueling station, a mechanic, and what is advertised as "the best place to do all your shopping, best prices and availability in all of Roswell!" The Casino itself offers rooms, slots, poker, live entertainment, and "Girls, Girls, Girls!" In the parking lot behind 20 ft tall barbed wire are row after row of large semi trucks, APCs, and even a few large hovercraft APCs. The parking garage seems used, but not crowded, and a steady stream of people move in and out of the various doors of the place. In the wide area they've traveled, this looks like the only "civilization" they've seen, and it's likely not exactly "civilized."

The walls of the UMart are patrolled by both creatures of magic and M&Ms (modified men, crazies and borgs mostly), and the doors have bouncers at them of the largest size. At the entrance to the whorehouse is a huge hulking monster of a Titan Juicer. The store's is guarded by a crazy in blood red armor with white runes all over it. The vehicle repair shop seems to include a huge 'borg who literally lifts an engine out of it's housing from a small truck. And these are only the obvious threats. Men and women in all sorts of arrays of gear walk about, each armed better than some security guards in the States, and almost as well as the average soldier.

One largish corner of the store is dominated by the Bandito Arms store. As long as they have no long arms, any customer is allowed in. Lights, signs, and items are all about. There are a series of displays in the walkway. The weapons store is not here, but several are on display. Among them is a rail gun that fires what looks like saw blades. The sign called it an EM Razor Disc Launcher. There is also what looks like an assault rifle. The sign below it says it fires triax pump rifle rounds, big bore pistol and shotgun rounds, as well as normal 12 gauge shotgun rounds. The sign calls it the "Big Bore Universal Assault Rifle." The third case has a rotating barrel Big bore mini gun style shotgun with a huge belt of ammo coming from an ammunition compartment beside it. An automated commercial plays when one steps up to each display. It describes the capabilities of each device and shows it in use against static targets, including C.S. and N.G. Body armor put on a dummy.

Anyone looking around for security devices notices that aside from the normal surveillance one would expect, they also see emplaced weapon turrets. They are not pointing at anyone, and simply stay put, but when a juicer thirty feet over causes a ruckus, one notices it swivel down at lightning speed and track the M&M until security hauls him off. When this movement happens, one notices several other turrets spring to life. For each "visible" turret there seem to be at least 5 hidden turrets.

Anyone looking for maps, girls, and beer quickly bypass the weapons and head towards a kiosk advertising maps. A small sign below it says "We pay for verifiable geographical and bandit information - video and physical evidence get the highest pay." A steady stream of folk browse the map displays, purchasing maps and map chips. Another line has a sign over it that indicates that is where to line up to sell information.

Around this time, grumbling stomachs get a whiff of something that smells good. The sign has a picture of a rack of ribs covered in a brown sauce with a picture of three peppers right beside it. Other pictures on the sign have fewer peppers. "Schezuan Barbecue Ribs, triple chili hot, come try some! Free samples! Wash it down with a Sunrise Sasparilla! Only 1 credit a cup."

Entering is like walking into the Northern Gun store back in Merctown. Racks and racks of weapons, armor, web gear, and more line the stores. A few power armor are in big displays in the center and front of the store, much like weapons were on display in the general goods area. A map on the display shows to go to the garage for customization, vehicles, and power armor.

As they look around there are a lot of Northern Gun, Wilks, and Wellington weapons, gear, and armor, but the majority seem to be from Bandito Armaments. Judging by the signage, it seems to be an official Bandito Arms dealer, though it also boasts being an official Northern Gun and Wilks Dealer as well.

Any customer looking for bionics see mostly standard quality gear, but a few items, mostly sensors, seem to be high quality german make by their design. A few items seem to be completely alien to the average consumer, even cyber-docs. Perhaps they are Naruni in origin. In short he sees the normal disparity of qualities he's come to expect from mercenaries. Still none seem to in poor repair. Whoever is maintaining them is doing a good job of it. They avoid the general goods door and enter in the weapons and armor entrance further down the walkway.

Anyone entering near the shop spots a sign that says "Want it Custom? No problem! See Easy Pete for exceptional custom options. Discount for 6 or more vehicles or 12 suits of body armor." They also walk through what seems to be a vehicle showroom and an Operator's shop's lobby. Aside from robot horses, trucks, hovercycles, and other normal vehicles, only one item seems to be odd. A robotic riding dinosaur that looks vaguely like a velociraptor. A sign near it says "Feel the realistic skin. Tough enough to resist damage from any knife, and easy to patch with the Skin-Patch artificial repair skin."

In the back is a casino, strip club and bar.
Tales of the 17th SOG
"In so far as you are concerned, I am the right arm of High Command itself. You are my Fist, be ready to strike at any moment." Major Killian Gregor, 3rd SOG Battalion, CSSD, Chi-Town.
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