"Easy with the egghead there, Jag." Alex looked around and noticed Rask exiting the ship, Frosty following him. He waved them over. "Are we searching for recruits?"
(off to bed)
Vakarus sighed as he scanned the imminent area for threats. "Yanim'atvan is strong but also very frail, even though she doesn't always want to show it. I advise you to not ask about the past, hers seems to be exceedingly painful for reasons unknown to me."
Yuga stood looking at an exchange board at a metal workshop, comparing the rates for the metals they had recovered. If Vakarus wasn't aware of what Yanims past was, should he inform him?
No, perhaps she had gotten the wrong picture of the contractor. More time was needed to evaluate her stability. And as Yuga had explained earlier, she could leave at anytime.
However, this setup Yanim was running wasn't something Yuga would easily to pass up.
Yanim's leadership would be accepted, for now. But in case of serious recklessness she would have to leave, or in the case of extreme transgression against the empire and his holy majesty she would have to see to it that Yanim be dealt with accordingly.
"Perhaps you are right. You have been in the employ of Ms Terika for longer than I have."
She marked the shop on her compass map so they could bring the metals over later and marked a mining gear shop further down the bazaar where they would sell the lasers.
"Forgive me for asking, but have you ever given thought to returning to your homeworld?"
Yuga asked as they continued walking.
[QUOTE]"Are we searching for recruits?"[/QUOTE]
"Indeed we are, Master Chef. It seems I am not the only person to join you on this mission." Spoke Frosty. He leaned in a bit closer to Alex.
"... And also a little 'something' for the boss, apparently."
He stepped back, examined himself, and then turned to the group.
"Oh and, I don't stick out too much in this outfit, do I?"
"Mind if I tag along?" said a voice behind Frosty, Rask, and Alex. It was Taylor, jogging to catch up. "Beyond stocking up on weaponry and armor, there's nothing I care to do at the moment, really." She wondered who the new recruits were gonna be, hoping that they were bringing more firepower to the table. A crew with just two mercs leaves the ground crew a tad lacking in the offensive department.
Amelia's phone buzzed in her pocket as she was about to walk away from the group. It was a message from an old friend who was ready to meet her again.
She put the phone back in her pocket, said, "Okay, see you guys at the race... uh, thing!"
Owen went to the main lobby for the race...it was a couple days out, but maybe a roster would get an idea of who was slated to win
Abraxas wandered alone, watching his surroundings at the casino. At first galace many were fairly average people who simply played in the hopes of riches. The sign above read Warning: High Security. He went to a nearby table and sat on a chair. The patrons around here were a pack of Humans, drunk to the point they were just speaking gibberish. Slamming the table with their fists while a robot told them to stop disrupting other customers.
Then came a woman. She walked by and set aside a weird axe. Abrax looked up and stared at the woman, long silver hair and red eyes, 5'6, a stoic expression. The physician noticed a strange mark around her neck, as if her head was either hung or perhaps even decapitated.
"You look like a German bud." The woman spoke to him, arms resting while taking a minute to order a drink. "What is a German?" As Abrax asked the woman displayed a biker jacket, yawning. "A country on Earth."
"Terra?"
"Earth." She emphasized, correcting him. "Very well, I presume you are Human?" The Physician asked with tone raised. The biker raised her eyebrow. "No." she replied, causing confusion within the doctor. She took a sip on her straw, calm and laid back. "Yet, you know of a specific country?"
"I know many countries: U.S., Mexico, Russia, Britain, United Korea. Ireland." She added, shrugging. "Scholar." Abrax guessed. But she shook her head. "Many jobs, oddly I could never stick to a particular job. Now, I simply travel." She explained. "Hmm." Abrax nodded. She lost focus and placed her index finger on her chin. "Although, there are some fading memories, but I'd like to forget some."
Abrax stared at her while nodding once more. Memories. at least some of them are best left forgotten for the better. She slouched on her chair, looking up. "Good ol Earth, look how much you've grown." She grabbed the drink and gulped down. "Piece of shit."
"You disrespect your own world?" He asked, giving her a glare beneath his respirator. The Biker shrugged, still looking at the ceiling.
"If you ask me, you either betray your home or your home betrays you." She mentioned. She finally took a napkin and wiped the excess off her mouth, rising out of her chair. "I oughta go, traveling the stars is my only destination so far." She cross her arms and with a snap of her fingers her axe brightened. Suddenly disappeared only to reappear on her back. "See you later." She passed by Abrax. Abrax kept watching her until she went out the front door.
"Don't lose your head out there." He muttered, leaving to play these games called slot machines.
:snip:
Bucky falls in with Frosty, Taylor, Rask, and Alex. Her comfy sneakers making soft sounds on the deck.
"I'm tagging along too, guys. I've got nothing left on the ship to fix or maintain at the moment, and I think a field technician would help us out. Somebody who can fight and handle technical systems would help out a lot."
Bucky seems to consider something for a moment. "Whatever happened to Mattheus? I haven't seen him doing any maintenance around the ship, but he looked fine after our last mission. Any of you seen him?"
[Will post more tomorrow. I'm going to make a new character that's more combat oriented, while still possessing technical skills.]
Valkyrie finally stood from the table, leaving her plate where it was sitting. "I'm gonna go get a drink. You can follow if you want. I don't really care." she said, as she walked past Maddox towards the door. She needed a stiff drink, after learning that the SDF goon was going to be joining them. She strolled outside, then stopped and took a deep breath before looking around. She saw a bar earlier. Over by the stardock. She nodded to herself, then started walking.
"At first it was my only goal." Replied Vakarus.
"But exile is something not meant to be broken so should I ever return it would be because my time here has shown me the way. Anything else would be dishonorable towards House Va'un."
[editline]9th March 2016[/editline]
Maddox shrugged. "Catch you all later then." He was about to stand up from the table when his wristmounted datapad gave him a notification sent by the Prospera customs.
He looked at Koval. "Looks like the TBC just checked in, we should make our to the recruiting office ASAP."
As Valkyrie walked, she felt her holo-tablet vibrate in her pocket. She pulled out, switching it on, and noticed she had a message regarding her application. She opened it and read through the details. '[B]APPROVED[/B]' it read. She smiled. Wonderful. A moment later, she received another message. The very company she had applied for had just arrived here on Prospera.
"Wow, that was fast." she muttered, with a slight chuckle. They must have been in the neighborhood. Well, looks like she'd have to get that drink later. Straight to the stardock it is. She switched off the holo-tablet, tucking it back into her pocket, then proceeded on.
[QUOTE]Oh and, I don't stick out too much in this outfit, do I[/QUOTE]
"You're fine."
[QUOTE]Mind if I tag along? Beyond stocking up on weaponry and armor, there's nothing I care to do at the moment, really.[/QUOTE]
"Nothing really stopping anyone from joining."
[QUOTE]I'm tagging along too, guys. I've got nothing left on the ship to fix or maintain at the moment, and I think a field technician would help us out. Somebody who can fight and handle technical systems would help out a lot. Whatever happened to Mattheus? I haven't seen him doing any maintenance around the ship, but he looked fine after our last mission. Any of you seen him?[/QUOTE]
"Haven't seen him. Alright we have a few options to get new recruits. We can wait for them to come to us, we can check out the local mercenary recruitment center or we can find a bar."
"I vote to check the merc center first." said Taylor. As popular as bars were with mercs, you had to find a job somewhere. And that somewhere was the recruitment centers. Otherwise, where are you gonna get the money to buy your booze at the bar?
[editline]9th March 2016[/editline]
[Heading to bed for the night]
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;49897068]"At first it was my only goal." Replied Vakarus.
"But exile is something not meant to be broken so should I ever return it would be because my time here has shown me the way. Anything else would be dishonorable towards House Va'un."
[editline]9th March 2016[/editline]
Maddox shrugged. "Catch you all later then." He was about to stand up from the table when his wristmounted datapad gave him a notification sent by the Prospera customs.
He looked at Koval. "Looks like the TBC just checked in, we should make our to the recruiting office ASAP."[/QUOTE]
"Perhaps if you prove to me that you are of great use I could arrange a royal pardon from his holy majesty." Yuga communed to him as they walked down the street.
Suddenly she noticed shop with Ayr text on the front. A botanic shop?
[quote][media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FzuTCQDJHI&ab_channel=stormage09[/media][/quote]
As they entered they were greated by an older Ayr lady, which Yuga recognized as an Ogura house member.
The shop was very cluttered, rows of plants of all sorts lining the walls and incense lamps hanging from the ceiling, filling the shop with a light mist.
As is custom in Ayr culture, Yuga bowed to a senior person.
Ms Ogura looked at Yuga from under her shal. "What do you require, my child?"
"I was hoping to purchase some yoomui incense to replenish my stock." Yuga replied.
Ms Ogura squinted her eyes in a friendly matter. "Of course. It is a favourite to off-worlders and my supply is aptly filled". She walked over to a container and took out a bundle of small incense sticks which she handed to Yuga, "That would be 5000 credits".
Yuga transfered the amount using her compass and replaced the burnt incense in it with a fresh one.
Ms Ogura looked at Vakarus who was standing in the doorway, his tall form almost touching the roof of the shop. "Do you require something as well, Vakr?".
Yuga turned around and both her and Ms Ogura inspected Vakarus, waiting for an answer.
...
Markus stood up from the chair and picked up his rifle.
"Let's go. I've gotten right tired of sittin' 'round 'ere for this long."
He signaled Markus to lead the way.
Vakarus nodded. "I will show you that I am worthy, Yuga'ayrin."
As the pair entered the shop, Yuga bowed while Vakarus kneeled. When asked if he neede anything he bowed his head.
"Ogura'ayrin, I would be most grateful if I could purchase some Gad'r tea. It has been too long since I have sensed the warm touch of it linger in my body."
-----
Maddox took point as he and Markus went for the recruitment center. They were joined shortly by Valkyrie.
"I hope these people are interesting, don't really enjoy working for the faceless corporate types." Said Maddox as they approached the center.
When they reached it, Maddox went up to a registration console to check in himself, Markus and Valkyrie as applicants for the job should the TBC crew arrive soon.
Ogura squinted at Vakarus and began walking to the back of the shop.
"You are in luck, Vak'r. Your kind rarely travels this far from their homeworld. Fortunately Gad'r tea has become favored by the local Khergian workforce."
She weighed the tea container and brought it to Vakarus, "That will be 1200 credits."
...
Markus leaned against the wall as Maddox filled in their applications on the terminal.
He chuckled at Maddox's remark, "Faceless corporations are easier to snub a fine payment off and they won't hunt ya down with a vengeance."
Vakarus placed 1500 credits on the desk. "Thank you Ogura'ayrin, may the gods be with you."
He carefully grabbed the tea container, bowed and then put it into a pouch.
-----
Maddox grunted. "True, but they don't often take risks. If they don't take any risks you're not going to experience something new."
[QUOTE]I vote to check the merc center first.[/QUOTE]
"Sounds good. Unless anyone wants to go somewhere else, we should go."
Janós decides to join in the group of Alex, Rask, Frosty, Taylor and Bucky.
"Hey, you guys don't mind if I join in too?" he asked, wanting to get away from the monotony that was the Brig. He looked at Frosty oddly. It must be the guy they saved, he guessed.
"Well, we've got a hell of a welcoming party, that's for sure. Come on then," Rask commented. They walked from the landing pad to a nondescript building nearby with a large blue sign over the entryway. It was designated as an employment center, the kind of place that people rolled into when they needed a quick job to get off the planet. Further inside, after following a set of signs directing them down a hallway, around a corner, and up a flight of stairs, they reached the wing of the building specifically reserved for mercenary recruitment. As they entered, they passed a group of guards working for the city who were there to keep the peace between rival groups and competing candidates.
The city had no real name. Locals called this particular area Port Town, thanks to the massive landing pad facility at its edge, but officially the guards were paid by the government of "Municipal District 5." They were well equipped and menacing, that's for sure. The kind of men that only the best money could buy. Rask silently wished he could have recruited [I]them[/I] instead. Still, the fact that the new recruits were something of unknowns made the recruitment game just one more variation of high-stakes gambling on a planet saturated with it.
"Alright sonny, pull that lever and you'll be begging to play sum more." An elderly man said, struggling to raise his left arm holding his cane. Abrax turned then nodded, seeing three columns of various fruits. He tapped the tip and pulled.
The slot machine activated and for each column it landed on a three cherries. The machine ignited a loud noise and several chips added to Abrax's credit. The elder squinted and laughed, patting him on the back. "That's the spirit lad! Keep on playing and you'll be earning some good ol cash!" He spat out, literally. Abrax stared at the machine and pulled the handle.
As Frosty walked with the group, he spotted a brothel in the distance, with an animated billboard displaying some "HOT [B]HOT[/B] [I][B]HOT[/B][/I] INTERSPECIES ACTION!!!"
A drunkard passed by and noticed him dead in his tracks, staring at the animated billboard.
"H-hey buddy, *hic* that eh, that weird shit turnin' you on or somethin'?"
Frosty turned to the drunkard.
"Absolutely not. I just didn't think it was possible for someone's head to be twisted so much like [I]that[/I]."
Yuga and Vakarus exited the shop and headed for the mining shop.
Yuga stopped at it's window and used the compass to jot down the price for the lasers they'd found and marked the location on her map.
"I will return to the ship and get some rest. You're free to come with me or continue exploring the surroundings."
...
Markus nudged Maddox and leaned towards him.
"Don't look now mate, but a fine prize just walked in the door with some friends.
Rask Vor'pangn, wanted alive by the collective for 5.000.000 credits."
"I will follow you back Yuga'ayrin, I have no interest in exploring this maze on my own." Said Vakarus as the grip of his staff tightened. His gaze was fixed on two suspicious individuals paying a bit too much attention to Yuga.
-----
Maddox grunted. "I can give you at least ten reasons why that's a bad idea." He checked his ammo counter. Fully loaded.
"Then again, 'nothing ventured, nothing gained' am I right?"
Alex entered the room after Rask. He looked around it. It was filled with what he expected. Freelance mercs and recruiters similar to them and from the big mercenary organizations. "Money is power my friends and the Gold dusts know where the cash flows freely. Join up today!"
"Or you could make the smart decision and join a crew wort a damn. Join the Death Vigil. We take care of our own."
"Ey, screw you skull boy!"
"Go piss on your armor until it becomes the golden shade you want."
One of the guards stepped in. "One more remark like that from either of you and you all will get thrown out! We are running a civilized establishment and you will behave in a civilized manner. Got it? Good." The two mercs continued to exchange glances at each other, but for once the common sense prevailed. Alex couldn't help but smirk at how ridiculous some of the big players were behaving. He looked at Rask.
"How do we find our recruits?
Yuga and Vakarus returned to the ship, intent on bringing the goods out later for sale.
...
Markus eyed the situation, pinpointing the guards, entrances and exits.
"It's too tight in 'ere. We'll check 'im out and nick 'im when we got a better chance. Sell him to a merc band that can take him to the collective and split it fifty fifty, all right?
"If you say, don't know how much time we got tho untill the TBC crews arrives and requests our presence."
((I should mention that I've been treating credits as equivalent to American dollars. 5000 would therefore seem incredibly expensive for incense, while Rask's bounty of 50,000 would seem very low. I should have made some mention of this beforehand.))
"How do we find our recruits?"
There was a chime as Rask's mobile device updated with more information on the new crewmembers, including photos taken at the registration station. "Like this," he said. Scanning around the room, he noticed Maddox and Markus staring back at him with malicious intent. Rask shrugged. He waved for the others to follow him over. "Hey, you two," he said when he was in earshot, "You gonna keep staring or are you gonna ask me to dance already?"
---
Owen stared at the roster for the Grand Prix, which was divided into several columns with information on each of the more than 100 teams competing in the massive race. On the far left, there were the names of the individual drivers, not all of which contained legal names. Some had nicknames, such as "Magic Man" and "El Diablo." Owen recognized them regardless, as any true racing fan would. In one of the right-hand columns, the odds were listed for each driver. The best bet was three-time winner Kilroy McManus, followed by Osamu Kimura, both humans from Terra. Just below, popular bets included Tyokara Rozel, a kanad from Bakral, Tyrence Maiban, a human from Germania, and Gama Virihada, a serek.
At the bottom of the list were the no-hopers. None particularly stood out, with their long odds and short racing histories, any one of them could have been the Mafia's plant. Owen's eyes narrowed as he encountered a familiar nickname: "The Son of the South."
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