[QUOTE=Sega Saturn;49899753]((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?"
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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."[/QUOTE]
((for future reference, can we establish a conversion rate for $ and € to GC? I might also at that Yuga has some refined tastes, so 5000 for ayr incense from the other side of the galaxy should be reasonable.))
Valkyrie stood silently in the room, surrounded by various freelancers as well as mercs that had already sworn their allegiance to one of the major merc groups. More than likely trying to recruit the freelancers. She rolled her eyes at the conversation between some Death Vigil and Gold Dusts mercs, then turned her attention to a group of mercs that had strolled in the door.
That's when she saw her. Just the sight of her made her blood boil. Taylor Caine.
[B]...[/B]
Taylor looked around the room as they stood there. "I guess we just ask arou--...excuse me for just a moment." She had noticed a short, nearly white haired woman in the room, whom was particularly familiar. She walked over, silently. They gave one another probably one of the most hateful glares that one could share with another.
"Taylor...how's the shoulder?"
"Its fine. The ribs are too....how's your ego?" she replied, with an ever so faint smile.
"Fucking peachy."
Valkyrie's face grew serious, with anger clearly coming to a head. Of all the fucking people that had to show up here, it had to be the one that she wanted to kill most of all. She gritted her teeth. Rage was filling her up, but was paused briefly by Taylor's next question.
"Looking for a job?"
"I've already applied for one. Terika-Belladonna Company." she replied.
"Well, lucky you. We've been looking for you." said Taylor, folding her arms. Valkyrie's eyes widened. "...what?"
"Yeah. I'm working for them too...looks like we'll be working together once again." she said. Valkyrie paused for a few moments, then a grin appeared on her face. And not the good kind. "Wonderful." she said simply.
[QUOTE=Radley;49899775]((for future reference, can we establish a conversion rate for $ and € to GC? I might also at that Yuga has some refined tastes, so 5000 for ayr incense from the other side of the galaxy should be reasonable.))[/QUOTE]
((Dollars and euros are worth almost the same right now, with euros being worth 1.1 dollars. Even though the difference adds up on the margin, I don't think it would be -too- unreasonable to peg the credit as being equivalent to both the dollar and the euro.))
A Death Vigil recruiter saw Frosty and examined his black and white uniform.
"Hell yeah! Way to represent, man!" said the recruiter as he gave a thumbs up.
...Frosty wasn't sure how to respond to this.
Even though it's been a while since he stood in the pit, Alex could feel the electricity in the air. Someone was looking for a fight. Right now he didn't knew if he had to help Rask deal with any trouble makers or make sure Taylor and that other woman don't tear the place apart.
Markus leaned away from the wall and uncrossed his arms.
"Or what frog-boy? Ya gonna kick me ankles?" Markus quipped with a slightly agitated tone.
He sized up Alex and Rask. "Or you gonna let your bodyguard who you picked up from a porno shot do your work for ya?"
"Simmer down, ya bum. If I wanted to fuck you up I'd just tell security what dumpster you're sleeping in. But seriously, I'm from TBC. You applied for a job?"
Markus frowned at Rask. "Ain't exactly a fantastic business strategy goin' 'round pickin fights with job applicants, innit? Specially someone your size."
"About as smart as picking a fight with your future boss in a room crowded with guards."
Valkyrie walked past Taylor, bumping her as she walked over to Rask and the others. "You're the boss, I'm guessing. I'm Valencia Blackwell. People call me 'Valkyrie'. I'm an engineer as well as a robotics technician." Taylor merely sighed as she stood behind her.
"She's damn good with combat mechs and the like." said Taylor. "I know from personal experience...on both sides of the gun."
"Shut yer trap, mustache."
Markus looked back to Rask, "Now that we 'ave established that you're 'ere to hire us, ya got any more information?"
"...specially someone your size."
Rask grinned. "I got it where it counts," he said. "Here's the rundown. We've got a corvette parked out on the landing pads, more than a dozen crew, and money to spare. We're getting ready to take a swing at the Mafia. You want in or not?"
Valkyrie introduced herself before Markus could reply. Rask quickly sized her up; she seemed like decent crew material, especially with Taylor's praise. "Good," he said. "We were looking for engineers most of all."
Thought the tension was high but stagnating, Frosty kept getting more nervous. He put his hand inside his armor, ready to grab that "strange looking weapon" of his incase things went south. Hopefully bullets are still effective in this unknown future.
Meanwhile Abrax pulled the handle again, the Elder still watching him. What they didn't know was that a group of people observed them behind as Abrax scored three cherries. The group behind oohed as a reaction. Another source of money was quickly adding to Abrax's credit.
"Beginner?" The old man asked Abrax, nodding in response as he pulled again.
Markus crossed his arms again as Rask gave him the rundown. Upon mentioning the mafia he raised an eyebrow and turned to Maddox, who replied with a similarly suspicious look.
He turned to face Rask again, "If that's the case then maybe we should go someplace more discreet to..."
Markus interrupted himself as he saw Frosty put his hand inside his armor.
"Keep yer hands were I can see 'em, you fucking cunt!" he exclaimed with a hightned voice whilst pointing a finger at frosty.
Frosty snapped his head towards Markus.
"Hmm? Oh, I apologize. My hand hurts due to one of my fingers being split. See?"
He showed off his hand to Markus, his finger still looking messed up.
Taylor's attention snapped to Markus, as Frosty explained the situation with his hand.
"Wow, you're antsy." she said, adjusting her SDF cap. Her hand returned to resting on her revolver's grip, as it sat in the holster on her hip.
Valkyrie glanced back at her, then at Markus. "Chill out. Nobody would be stupid enough to start a fight in here."
Markus' face was formed into a deep frown. He looked at Taylor, great another fucking SDF cunt on this ship. As Valkyrie chipped in he stood silent for a moment and looked to Rask.
"Right then, got anywhere discreet where ya can explain this plane ya 'ad in mind?"
Frosty had the biggest shit-eating grin going on right now. It's a good thing he was wearing his helmet, otherwise Markus' fist would have a clear path to his face if he knew Frosty was sticking his tongue out at him.
[I]9 years ago, Unmarked asteroid field within Orion Arm [/I]
"Captain.." Taur, an large and hunched back Kercan asked in their race's signature deep and raspy voice towards the figure standing at the very the font of the optical port looking out into the darkness of space.
"It has...Been some time since our..Last shrike." Taur said slowly towards his leader, have difficultly speaking in universal terrain tongue.
It was an simple but well enforced requirement among the Ever Flowing Saber.
"Yeah..We don't had money to-" Vyacheslav spoke in broken terrain as he laid within the gunnery chair. Through his speech was better then most station on Heidrov or at least was.
"It's, 'have'. Intoxicated primitive," Holi said with a communicator, correcting him in an dismissing tone.
"Yes..Whatever. We don't have money to stand in star forever." Vyacheslav said before looking through his flask.
Holi stood with arms crossed, looking down on her Khergian comrade in contempt before rolling her bright, pinkish eyes towards the back of her boss.
"The crippled and the lesser one is right, when are we going to move because it's getting awfully boring doing nothing." She said with her's communicator towards her captain's mind. Impatient in tone.
The silence continued for an moment more before Vyacheslav too, rolled his eyes. Through his we're now focused onto his comrade's well formed rear.
Taur was offended by his comrade rude nature, shambling with his walking staff in hand over towards the disrespectful Khergian.
"Frost...Skin." Taur muttered in anger, gasping heavily between each word.
"What, You want?" Vyacheslav shouted towards the approaching plate monster.
"Quiet!" Holi yell with her communicator, the two turning to find their Captain's arm raised above it's head.
"Comrades..." Jag said peacefully while turning it's head half way to look over it's shoulder.
All eyes in we're now locked on the towering Sanghvi, straightening their postures before the Captain of the Ever Flowing Saber.
"Let us perhaps focus on more...Pressing matters rather then one another's throat." Jag said while walking down with it's head down between Kercan and the Khergian,
"And rather then complain about an problem.", It Said while turning towards Hoil.
"You find a solution..."
Hoil bowed her head, thinking of something while Jag stood just meter away. Awaiting her answer.
"So First officer, let's start with you. Do you have a solution in mind?"
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While the most of the Muramasa's crew entered into the merc center to find new blood. Jag had managed to sneak off and found an available taxi near the port.
The diver stared at the large quickly entering the back compartment of his taxi. "So...Mr. Rock, were are we go-"
"Red light district, make it quick." Jag suddenly interrupted.
"O, Ok then...." The driver stuttered, his voice barring an tone of uncertainty and hesitance.
He then begin diving towards the destination, nervous of both his new costumer and just what he gotten himself into.
"Our ship is called the Muramasa. It's secure, if you want to discuss it there. You can also drop off your belongings in a bunk room. I'd introduce you to the boss, too, but for at least the next six hours I'm sure no one will be able to reach her. She's got some habits to take care of," Rask explained.
((I won't be available for a few hours, sorry))
Valkyrie finally looked over at Frosty. Well, really up at Frosty.
"...You're a big guy." she said, folding her arms as she looked up at where his face would be. She was 5'7", so most of the people here were taller than her.
Frosty took off his helmet, revealing his face to the new recruits as he smiled at Valkyrie.
Maddox gestured outwards with his arms. "Hell, I'm sold. Name's Maddox Graves, my pals call me Mad." He pointed with his thumb towards Markus. "Except for him, in that case it's a whole vocabulary of names."
He shook Rasks hand and greeted Alex. "I create, repair and maintain weapons and armor for a living."
He spotted Taylor who wore a cap with the SDF Auxiliary Corps emblem. "Nice cap, which militia?"
[QUOTE]"Nice cap, what militia?"[/QUOTE]
"Pyri-II SDF Auxiliary Infantry. 1st Battalion, Bravo Company. Was a First Lieutenant." she stated. "Taylor Caine." she said, holding out her hand.
[B]...[/B]
[QUOTE]Frosty took off his helmet, revealing his face to the new recruits as he smiled at Valkyrie.[/QUOTE]
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Of course, the two SDF fuckers were getting friendly. She rolled her eyes, then looked back over at her new boss. "So the ship's called the 'Muramasa'?"
"Excuse me." Frosty looked at Valkyrie. "You claimed to be an engineer, is that right? Well since we most likely will be working together in the future, I have something to ask you, if you do not mind."
[QUOTE]"You claimed to be an engineer, is that right? Well since we most likely will be working together in the future, I have something to ask you, if you do not mind."[/QUOTE]
Valkyrie looked back at Frosty. "Shoot." she said, turning to face him.
"Well, to put it shortly, I fly a starfighter that may need some enhancements and newer technology to make it more effective. I don't know how old it is, but compared to what the cockpit looks like to everywhere else, it's a little outdated. In other words, my fighter needs some upgrades. Are you willing to help me with this?"
Maddox shook Taylors' hand. "Nice to meet you. I was in the SDF Novithus Auxiliary force, 3rd battalion. I was no lieutenant tho but corporal."
He chuckled. "Not that it ever mattered since everyone called me by name anyways, I guess that's the result of saving practically everyone involved by keeping their weapons and armor in working condition no matter the odds against me."
He looked at Rask. "I can disassemble and reassemble any weapon in one minute."
[QUOTE]"Well, to put it shortly, I fly a starfighter that may need some enhancements and newer technology to make it more effective. I don't know how old it is, but compared to what the cockpit looks like to everywhere else, it's a little outdated. In other words, my fighter needs some upgrades. Are you willing to help me with this?"[/QUOTE]
"Hmm...I could take a look at it. My area of expertise is in robots and larger ships, but I could still take a crack at it." she responded, nodding a bit.
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