Storefront Name: Inkspike
Location: Jerem Plaza at Port Ol'val, just around the corner from Bright Solutions

Description

Inkspike is a tattoo, cybernetics and body modifications shop and clinic at Port Ol’val. It is located at Jerem Plaza, not far from Bright Solutions. The “Spike” sells, installs, and maintains all manner of cybernetic augmentations, legal and illegal, mainstream and fringey, providing body alterations to suit whatever one might need or desire.

Upon entering Inkspike you are likely to be greeted by Hezao, the Mirialan tattoo artist. The front of the store doubles as both tattoo parlor and augmentation showroom. A small counter holds display monitors, and behind it, scores of datapads are lined up on shelves, containing an innumerable collection of tattoo designs from cultures and customs that span the galaxy and history. Hezao also has his own original designs, and loves to be challenged by a client’s custom ideas. The inking happens right there, in a clean and organized nook with a chair that unfolds into a bed. Many of Port Ol’val gang initiations pass through Inkspike, with inductees getting their gang markings from Hezao before heading to get drunk at the Lucky Lekku.

The storefront also has mannequins and displays showcasing the most usual cybernetics, from hands to augmented hearts. If that’s what you’re shopping for, Hezao will gladly call out for his husband Vyktor to come meet you.

The front of Inkspike shows only the basic augmentations, but once you step into the larger and cluttered back room, Vyktor’s domain, you’re treated to the full augmentation stock. Rows of shelves and boxes littered with cybernetic limbs, augmentations for the eyes, brain, skeleton, nervous system — just tell Vyktor what you want to do better, and he’ll prescribe the hardware for it. The augmentations range from the legal and tested products to untested prototypes and black-market parts. The cybernetics artist advises on all of it, and if you want to ignore his warnings about untested products, he’ll happily oblige. Surgery to install the augmentations is done in the back of the store.

The Owners

Both Hezao and Vyktor are quite friendly. Hezao is a male Mirialan in his mid 30s, and his yellow-green skin sports many of the geometric tattoos his people are known for, interwoven with designs from different planets and cultures all seamlessly blended together. Hezao is fascinated by graphic arts and patterns, and can usually recognize the origin, meaning, and style of most symbols.

Vyktor Dav is a male Human in his 40s, with tanned skin and a balding hairline. A retired bounty hunter, by the way he tells it, he wasn’t very good at it. After losing his hand on his very first job and getting it replaced with cybernetics, he just couldn’t stop. All of Vyktor’s limbs are now cybernetic, with mismatched styles and metals, with hidden features geared to both mundane and combat needs. He is quick to assure clients that he is a MUCH better “aug doc” than he was a bounty hunter.

* **Storefront Name**: Olphen’s Sundries, Baubles & Tchotchkes
* **Location**: Port Ol’va
* **Description**: From the outside, the shop looks as though it has been closed for well over a decade, with windows dark and filmed in dust. The inside is not much better. The spacious interior, or what should have been spacious if not for all the stuff, is an array of shelves covered in innumerable objects from old pottery to ancient weapons, gemstones and statuettes. The place is a veritable mass of old objects, some of which may actually be worth something if one were willing to dig through them. On the far side of the dimly lit interior is a wide wooden desk, perhaps the only somewhat tidy surface, dustwise, though papers lay scattered that look to be research notes. On one corner, an ancient stack of books. In a half-open drawer, a blaster. An old computer sits on another corner of the surface.
* **Owner**: Kushiban archeologist, Kuna Olphen, is an inquisitive sort that often finds themself in one ruin or another getting into any variety of trouble. They have a particular knack for coming out on top with their prize in hand. What someone else may call junk, they call treasure. They could do one hell of a job convincing a customer of the value of their items, if only they were not constantly flitting out once more to explore another ruin for discoveries and items to pawn, so the running of the shop is left to their twin, Luna Olphen. Where Kuna is always out on one adventure or another, Luna would rather have their adventures in a dusty old book or analyzing one piece of junk or another that Kuna drops off on their way through.

* **Storefront Name**: Fenrir' Fur and Furry Shop.
* **Location**: Port Ol'val
* **Description**:
The Fenrir' Fur and Furry Shop is a rundown shack cobbled together from unpainted wood pieces fastened with ropes at the very edge of the port. At first glance, it'll seem that the shack has been made by someone with rudimentary knowledge of architecture or geometry. Inside it is dank and smelly, but a wealth of items can be find inside.
If it is a furry you want or want fury pelts, you'll probably find it here. Fenrir's Fur and Furry Shop prides itself in offering the finest collection of furry beasts for your create comfort needs. Furries of great size are made to order, for obvious reason of course. You can't expect the shop to house a bantha, do you? But what if you require animal pelts for decoration purposes? The shop doesn't judge your tastes. It just gives you the required types and number of pelts, no question asked. At the Fenrir' Fur and Furry Shop, credit talks. Alternatevely, barter system works too.
* **Owner**: NPC(s) name and/or personality: Fenrir runs this shop himself. He's been an expert hunter and frontiersman for decades now, with sizable expertise in tracking and knowledge about the birds and beasts of the galaxy. He's intersted in running this little yet lucrative business, and is actually nice with visotors. However, for the ones who think they can swindle him, there are couple of pet Wampas just near the entrance that he won't mind letting loose.