Reservoir System
Vice
Landsdown
Seven Deadly Virtues
February 15, 2320
Dav sat in Justin's office, sipping a whisky. After the last gig the two had been working on was finished, some of the assets were liquidated. They still hadn't found buyers for the refurbished Charger class dropship Icarus, nor the Foldship, often called the "Booty Call" as no other name had been given to it. The spare mecha, munitions, parts and Daedalus were easily sold and the proceeds were distributed to the whole of the previous company before laying them off. The pilots were given shares, either in choice of mecha or in hard currency.
Dav played with a currency chip, rolling it along his fingers. The Werner was the default coin, now for many years. Such a little thing, but what it represented was powerful enough to move nations.
Dav was restless and so was Justin. Both had their reasons, Dav to right wrongs, Justin to just get away from the daily grind of running the Pawn and Brokerage, Seven Deadly Virtues.
Surely there was room in the sky for them both to satisfy their wanderlust and sense of justice that needed righting.
Justin, with a hard look after Dav stared at him with neotinous puppy like eyes, shrugged and pulled out a data tablet and stylus. They both began to send messages to old comrades as well as a general call out to the various employment message boards. They pulled the for sale signs on the Icarus and the Helios. A quick purchase of a brand new advertisement banner, catering, and some rental space at MECHA's barracks facility in Syndenham completed their initial purchases. They were back in business. Now all they needed were people who wanted to earn a buck, save a damsel, or see the stars.
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Leo had left company with his mech, now fully operational. With years of Mining experience, and a working mech, finding a job in the asteroid harvesting field took less than two weeks. It felt nice to be back working in the familiar environment where he grew up in and meeting some old friends. But at night, he was restless. That small sliver of combat he got to experience, that feeling of being in danger and fighting back, while he was terrified at the time was an exhilarating feeling. It gnawed at him as the weeks and months went by. On an average morning, when he climbed into the Sagi to get her warmed up for the day's work, the Sagi's AI pinged him the message from Dav. Leo read it over, and the gnawing feeling came back in force. Quickly typing a reply, he sent it back telling Dav he would get things in order to return to the job. As he sat in the cockpit, another thought came to him. One of his coworkers, a fellow mech miner named Jack had talked about fighting pirates before, and maybe he would want to join in on the new venture. Leo got out his small terminal, and messaged Jack; "Hey, I think there's a new job offer you may be interested in"
Jack's curiosity was definitely peaked by the message. He finished reeling in a smaller asteroid and helped hold it in place as the other miners locked it to into the bay. With that complete the whole group finally got off work for lunch. Taking the time to pull out his tablet between sucks at a disgusting nutrient gel pack Jack responded, "What kind of job?"
"You remember the stories I told you about my old unit, right? Looks like the leader is hiring again"
"Sign me up! I have to finish this contract out here but there's only a week left. Where do I have to go?"
"I'll forward you the details, I'm not sure what you need to do to be recruited but I bet he'll want someone like you to be aboard." Leo typed on the console, and forwarded the recruitment info to Jack.
"Right. I'll see about making it down there. Time to get back to work."
"Same here, you stay safe mate" Leo silenced the communication, and went on to begin work for his shift. But he could barely work, excited that the opportunity to fight had returned.
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Xir rejected it's share of the company liquidation returning it to be used towards the rebuilding of the unit for the next phase. the only thing Xir took was a modest amount of money to pay for living in hominid space until it's return and a subspace communication receiver so Xir could know when the Captain needed its return.
Xir Took this opportunity to report back to its superiors in person. it had been entirely too long sense there was a face to face. Xir, Beast and the newly formed bio lab was picked up in stealth away from all civilization on the planet. Dav was the only one to see Xir leave, and had the privilege to see Xir's species Tech up close in it's awesome effect. No questions were asked before Xir's departure at the time because of the shock and awe of what Dav had seen. But Dav new that Xir would return if called, if allowed to do so.
After it's debriefing Xir checked the communication receiver. A message waited it from Dav about returning. With little effort Xir was given permission to continue it's mission. Xir returned to the Unit being dropped off with all that it left with, waiting to be picked up by whom ever Dav sent out into the wilderness that can pick up Beast and the lab. Now comes Xir's next phase, both in it's mission but also with it's respected unit.
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Lyon stayed in Landsdown, having no reason to waste his cash to leave the system. Instead, with the money he bought two things. One, surgery that removed any physical remnants of past trauma, leaving behind a fully human physique with scars along his arms and his back. Two, an old exploration vehicle that withstood the sands of time, thanks to its construction during a more idealistic, thoughtful age. The ex-rogue called it the Secretary and made it his home, and shop of operations, in which he drove around the city's dusty outskirts, selling his technical skills to earn a living, while improving his gap in knowledge for programming.
On one fateful afternoon, Lyon was tending to the needs of one of his patrons, repairing water damage on a computer chip. His data pad buzzed with Dav's message. His eyes widened, then smiled. No way was he not going to answer the call. Lyon hurriedly finished up any last diagnostics and practically threw the chip back at the patron. He then closed up the hatches on the Secretary and took his business off the advertisement boards as he made a beeline towards the Seven Deadly Virtues.
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Muk had appointed himself as Dav’s personal bodyguard during the months since the “final” mission. Some of his boys had wandered off due to the sudden urge to wander that sometimes overtook younger Atraxians. Those that stayed had chosen to devote themselves to the ways of Bro’seif. They struggled with the idea of nonviolence, though Muk had managed to at least give the violence an outlet. He and his boys had been serving as enforcers for the Syndicate to keep food in their bellies.
Currently Muk was in his apartment lifting weights, keeping his body in good shape. He was listening to an upbeat pop song. The music cut out as his tablet read Dav’s message to him. He put his weights down, careful not to crush his Corgi/Husky mix, Barbfang. “Finally. Was startin’ ta think Dav had gotten soft.” Muk said, bending down to pat the little dog with a finger. “Ya ready to get da boys?”
He stood back up and walked over to his closet where he had a suitcase full of his stuff waiting. Changing out of his workout clothes, he put on his warrior outfit. He threw the massive suitcase over his shoulder, put Barbfang on a little perch he’d bought to strap to his chest, and headed out the door.
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It felt cold outside the wind blew between the cottages. Tantus was so tired of not killing people. The company was disbanded. he got one mission in then poof. Hardly any reason or explanation. He caught the next frigate off world and left. He had only been in the Shia system for about a week with no work yet.
He took a long drag from his pipe then exhaled.
He heard the footsteps behind him they were getting closer ducking down a alley he waited hiding up a wall. The figure wasn't large but he was following him. The man's boots gave him away as a Pazienzian soldier. Tantus jumped on him thrusting his dagger deep and severing his spine.
Wiping his dagger he smiled "still got it" he chuckled out loud. Off he went to the nearest tavern. it was his favorite because he could smoke inside. " Barkeep my usual sir" Tantus said cheerily. "You got a message " the barkeep said dropping a data pad beside his drink.
Tantus picked it up and headed to a booth. It was from Dav. He was hiring again. "Bout fucking time" he said aloud. "Well time to get off world again"
Vice
Landsdown
Seven Deadly Virtues
February 15, 2320
Dav sat in Justin's office, sipping a whisky. After the last gig the two had been working on was finished, some of the assets were liquidated. They still hadn't found buyers for the refurbished Charger class dropship Icarus, nor the Foldship, often called the "Booty Call" as no other name had been given to it. The spare mecha, munitions, parts and Daedalus were easily sold and the proceeds were distributed to the whole of the previous company before laying them off. The pilots were given shares, either in choice of mecha or in hard currency.
Dav played with a currency chip, rolling it along his fingers. The Werner was the default coin, now for many years. Such a little thing, but what it represented was powerful enough to move nations.
Dav was restless and so was Justin. Both had their reasons, Dav to right wrongs, Justin to just get away from the daily grind of running the Pawn and Brokerage, Seven Deadly Virtues.
Surely there was room in the sky for them both to satisfy their wanderlust and sense of justice that needed righting.
Justin, with a hard look after Dav stared at him with neotinous puppy like eyes, shrugged and pulled out a data tablet and stylus. They both began to send messages to old comrades as well as a general call out to the various employment message boards. They pulled the for sale signs on the Icarus and the Helios. A quick purchase of a brand new advertisement banner, catering, and some rental space at MECHA's barracks facility in Syndenham completed their initial purchases. They were back in business. Now all they needed were people who wanted to earn a buck, save a damsel, or see the stars.
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Leo had left company with his mech, now fully operational. With years of Mining experience, and a working mech, finding a job in the asteroid harvesting field took less than two weeks. It felt nice to be back working in the familiar environment where he grew up in and meeting some old friends. But at night, he was restless. That small sliver of combat he got to experience, that feeling of being in danger and fighting back, while he was terrified at the time was an exhilarating feeling. It gnawed at him as the weeks and months went by. On an average morning, when he climbed into the Sagi to get her warmed up for the day's work, the Sagi's AI pinged him the message from Dav. Leo read it over, and the gnawing feeling came back in force. Quickly typing a reply, he sent it back telling Dav he would get things in order to return to the job. As he sat in the cockpit, another thought came to him. One of his coworkers, a fellow mech miner named Jack had talked about fighting pirates before, and maybe he would want to join in on the new venture. Leo got out his small terminal, and messaged Jack; "Hey, I think there's a new job offer you may be interested in"
Jack's curiosity was definitely peaked by the message. He finished reeling in a smaller asteroid and helped hold it in place as the other miners locked it to into the bay. With that complete the whole group finally got off work for lunch. Taking the time to pull out his tablet between sucks at a disgusting nutrient gel pack Jack responded, "What kind of job?"
"You remember the stories I told you about my old unit, right? Looks like the leader is hiring again"
"Sign me up! I have to finish this contract out here but there's only a week left. Where do I have to go?"
"I'll forward you the details, I'm not sure what you need to do to be recruited but I bet he'll want someone like you to be aboard." Leo typed on the console, and forwarded the recruitment info to Jack.
"Right. I'll see about making it down there. Time to get back to work."
"Same here, you stay safe mate" Leo silenced the communication, and went on to begin work for his shift. But he could barely work, excited that the opportunity to fight had returned.
_____________________________
Xir rejected it's share of the company liquidation returning it to be used towards the rebuilding of the unit for the next phase. the only thing Xir took was a modest amount of money to pay for living in hominid space until it's return and a subspace communication receiver so Xir could know when the Captain needed its return.
Xir Took this opportunity to report back to its superiors in person. it had been entirely too long sense there was a face to face. Xir, Beast and the newly formed bio lab was picked up in stealth away from all civilization on the planet. Dav was the only one to see Xir leave, and had the privilege to see Xir's species Tech up close in it's awesome effect. No questions were asked before Xir's departure at the time because of the shock and awe of what Dav had seen. But Dav new that Xir would return if called, if allowed to do so.
After it's debriefing Xir checked the communication receiver. A message waited it from Dav about returning. With little effort Xir was given permission to continue it's mission. Xir returned to the Unit being dropped off with all that it left with, waiting to be picked up by whom ever Dav sent out into the wilderness that can pick up Beast and the lab. Now comes Xir's next phase, both in it's mission but also with it's respected unit.
____________________
Lyon stayed in Landsdown, having no reason to waste his cash to leave the system. Instead, with the money he bought two things. One, surgery that removed any physical remnants of past trauma, leaving behind a fully human physique with scars along his arms and his back. Two, an old exploration vehicle that withstood the sands of time, thanks to its construction during a more idealistic, thoughtful age. The ex-rogue called it the Secretary and made it his home, and shop of operations, in which he drove around the city's dusty outskirts, selling his technical skills to earn a living, while improving his gap in knowledge for programming.
On one fateful afternoon, Lyon was tending to the needs of one of his patrons, repairing water damage on a computer chip. His data pad buzzed with Dav's message. His eyes widened, then smiled. No way was he not going to answer the call. Lyon hurriedly finished up any last diagnostics and practically threw the chip back at the patron. He then closed up the hatches on the Secretary and took his business off the advertisement boards as he made a beeline towards the Seven Deadly Virtues.
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Muk had appointed himself as Dav’s personal bodyguard during the months since the “final” mission. Some of his boys had wandered off due to the sudden urge to wander that sometimes overtook younger Atraxians. Those that stayed had chosen to devote themselves to the ways of Bro’seif. They struggled with the idea of nonviolence, though Muk had managed to at least give the violence an outlet. He and his boys had been serving as enforcers for the Syndicate to keep food in their bellies.
Currently Muk was in his apartment lifting weights, keeping his body in good shape. He was listening to an upbeat pop song. The music cut out as his tablet read Dav’s message to him. He put his weights down, careful not to crush his Corgi/Husky mix, Barbfang. “Finally. Was startin’ ta think Dav had gotten soft.” Muk said, bending down to pat the little dog with a finger. “Ya ready to get da boys?”
He stood back up and walked over to his closet where he had a suitcase full of his stuff waiting. Changing out of his workout clothes, he put on his warrior outfit. He threw the massive suitcase over his shoulder, put Barbfang on a little perch he’d bought to strap to his chest, and headed out the door.
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It felt cold outside the wind blew between the cottages. Tantus was so tired of not killing people. The company was disbanded. he got one mission in then poof. Hardly any reason or explanation. He caught the next frigate off world and left. He had only been in the Shia system for about a week with no work yet.
He took a long drag from his pipe then exhaled.
He heard the footsteps behind him they were getting closer ducking down a alley he waited hiding up a wall. The figure wasn't large but he was following him. The man's boots gave him away as a Pazienzian soldier. Tantus jumped on him thrusting his dagger deep and severing his spine.
Wiping his dagger he smiled "still got it" he chuckled out loud. Off he went to the nearest tavern. it was his favorite because he could smoke inside. " Barkeep my usual sir" Tantus said cheerily. "You got a message " the barkeep said dropping a data pad beside his drink.
Tantus picked it up and headed to a booth. It was from Dav. He was hiring again. "Bout fucking time" he said aloud. "Well time to get off world again"
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