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-RP- oAsiS - Tai Huu - 03-19-2010
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Ahhh..
Crisp..
Fresh..
Solid Greens.
Ripe and oh so beautiful to the touch..
I closed the case full of my 'Earnings' and hurried back for an afternoon of entertainment. As I arrived I saw the 'Child' quivered together with a knife down among the pit. I walked toward my accomplice and spoke.
"Are the Ferals ready?"
"As they'll ever be, they're rather famished."
I grinned.
"Good..good..open the cage."
The metal creaked and screeched. The fellow panicked and rose up immediately grasping his knife in paranoia. Growls filled the air as well obviously the stench. Piercing his sanity yet again as his face turned red. A few 'Things' emerged from the depths beyond the gates. Crimson Bulky Creatures of imagination sorts slowly faded into view, drooling from their mouthes. From above I could feel their hunger passively converting their instincts into such behavior.
![[Image: Ghoul442.jpg]](http://marvel.com/universe3zx/images/0/04/Ghoul442.jpg)
The fellow shrieked in terror and rapidly backed himself into the wall. The ferals were [SIZE="1"]alerted..[/SIZE]
They charged at him at full velocity and well..[SIZE="1"]screams soon arrived to my ears.[/SIZE]
Unfortunately, my pit was quite in a mess. How disappointing..
-RP- oAsiS - mIKe - 03-19-2010
Personal Log 3/19/400AW
It's been a couple days since I last made a log, what the **** might as well be consistent.
I've been trying to stay focus, but it is hard. I think it is my plasmid screwing with me. It's fairly powerful, and no other known human out there has what I have. The best part is, no one knows I have it! That is good, but having an unknown plasmid can be really dangerous. This thing could kill me, and I'd never know. I know my limits fairly well. So that gives me an advantage.
Nucson Tech is going in a good direction. As distracted as I was there for a while, things are operating smoothly. Jesus am I even needed here? Yes. If it were for me ultimately, this place would not have the financial backbone that it has now for its R&D Department. This new Pulse Cannon should sell well.
Well, time to head home for the day. Maybe I'll stop at that bar before I go home. I'll need to change my appearance of course.
So I'm at the bar, and it is about as eventful as the other day. Boring! Maybe I'll have a few drinks and hit the sac for the night.
Holy ****, she just walked in. That is perfect timing!
/Personal Log
"Hey there" Says the unknown women.
"You're going to be mad at me, but I don't remember your name, I was so drunk, I'm sorry."
"That's OK, I remember you! JOHN! Well, John... as I told you there other day, my name is Christina" says the lovely lady starring into John's eyes.
"So how you doing Christina?"
"I'm doing great, I had a wonder night the other night! I was hoping I would see you again!"
"I felt the same way" John said.
After a few drinks and another great conversation. Christina took John back to her place where they were up until 5 in the morning just talking.
-RP- oAsiS - Rose - 03-21-2010
Time:7:32 am
Location: The deadlands
Chapter 1: Dead Silence
The plane crash was about 23.2 hours ago. I've managed to get a good distance away and collect firewood, wood, and other little bits of earth to build my mini "shack" as you may call it. I've been able to survive with the little amounts of food I grabbed from the plane, it's not the best food, I got some peanuts, 10 bottles of water, 13 eggs, and 4 chunks of buffalo I managed to hunt down on my journey away from the crash site. I also grabbed a alarm clock from the pilots control panel wich will come in handy later on.I traveled about 13 miles northeast so far and set up my camp.
*alarm goes off*
Time: 8:30 am
Location: The deadlands
"God ****, why must this alarm clock be so loud!" I said as i got up from my rock hard bed. As i walked outside my shack I spotted the orange blazing sun rising from the horizon. I collected 12 pieces of firewood from my bag and built a small open fire. I was going to cook my eggs and a quarter of a chunk of buffalo for my breakfast. As I cracked one of my eggs, I noticed something wasn't right. It was as if a loud thunderous rawr was in the distance. Then the ground began to move a little. I stepped away from the fire and set my right ear to the ground. Befor I knew it, I got up and was shocked to what I saw. A stamped of wild animals, that I have never seen before in my life ran straight across the dead, yellow, middle of know were area. It was a very beautiful scenery. "Hmmm it may be a beautiful scene, but I wonder what those animals are?". I kept wondering untill I reset my focus to my eggs and chunk of buffalo. As i sat and ate, I looked at my wrist watch and noticed it was a nickle past 9. I quickly ate, packed up the left over wood from the fire, teared my shack down and put the good pieces of wood in my bag, collected my food, and got going on my journey. At this time, I was headed for New Serra, where I was once at. I heard on the once known as airplane there was something weird going on there and in the other megacities. I was determined to find out. So I got my compass and pointed NE. I knew from then on, I was going to need all those years of practice of martial arts, assasination skills and my fire arm skills, because deep down I knew,someone was going to want to rob me or something because I know, I'm not alone. I paused there and used my ears to listen to nothing but, dead silence.
To be continued...
-RP- oAsiS - B1x! - 03-22-2010
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Fort Europa
6 PM[/COLOR]
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6 PM[/COLOR]
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She had retreated into her own little world, once again. Every day it was the same thing. Sit at the bar, sit at a watchtower, watch the sunset, sunrise, depending on her shift times. The Europan militia knew a useful tower guard when they saw one, and she had the weaponry to own up to the job on her own, but all she did was sit there, staring over the desert towards New Serra, picking off the occasional bizarre rodent with her headphones locked in place, music blaring. She had hardly said a word in the last several months. She didn't need to.
Kaye tapped the flat LCD display on her headphone's right ear, turning up the volume.
Reise, Reise Seemann Reise
Jeder tut's auf seine Weise
Der eine stößt den Speer zum Mann
Der andere zum Fische dann.
Jeder tut's auf seine Weise
Der eine stößt den Speer zum Mann
Der andere zum Fische dann.
Arise, arise seaman arise. Each does it in his own way; One thrusts the spear into a man, Another then into the fish.
Violence... so much violence. She missed it. The excitement of it all. All she wants now is to get off this god damned rock, back home, back to their ship, back to space, back to... no... Can't entertain those thoughts... he could leave, he could die, he might not even make it to the fort. Did he even care, did he go about his own little **** trip, finding a way off by himself? It'd sure be easier then coming after me in this **** pit. **** him.
She slammed back the shot of vodka that was sitting in front of her. The corner of the bar was dimly lit, almost an abyss, a black hole, sucking up all light, she'd like to think she was invisible. She wasn't, though it was dimmer then the rest of the dirty, smelling, sweat shop of a bar, she was still perfectly see able, to her own dismay.
A man sat down across from her, he was dirty, fit right in with everything else. His sudden intrusion into Kaye's life reminded her that she was supposed to meet someone here, but that guy wasn't supposed to be in the bar for another half an hour, and this guy was different, he hadn't shaved in weeks, and he wreaked. He was tough, remarkably well built, very strong looking. He was definitely healthy, though you couldn't smell it. At least Terrin didn't stink...**** ****, leaving me to die.
She looked at him, the sound of her music deafening her to anything this man had to say. It was fine, he was one of the up front, blunt types. Very honest, but still scum, she knew what he was gonna say, didn't need to hear it.
"So..." his lips motioned. "Wanna ****?"
Kaye smirked, his ability to be up front with her was funny, very interesting, almost flattering. She looked at him dead in the eye, grinned almost seductively, and shook her head. "No." She was playing games with him. He was going to take her response as almost apprehensive, like she secretly wanted to. She found him physically attractive, sure, but his stink... it was more then just the rank bacteria in the man's orifices, it was just as much his mind that stunk. He was blunt because he knew whatever he asked, he'd get it. His physique demanded it, his looks forced it.
Kaye wanted to kill him.
He leaned forward onto the table. His stink magnified with every inch he took in her direction. He folded his arms in front of him with a half cocked smile. His blind rage at the world shocking her, putting her off. He hated everyone, saw no reason not to manipulate them to his own pleasure, and he was gonna do the same with her. Good, this madman's life needed to be ended.
He raised his arm and the barkeep came over almost immediately, refilling her drink in a preprogrammed motion. This guy was pulling all the tricks, and the bar's owner was used to it. Anyone with common sense knew he was a player, and he embraced that.
"I see you in here every day," He laughed, his face taking this pseudo-compassionate shape, like he actually cared. "You're always alone. These other women, these, scruffy, ignorant automatic sacks of meat that claim humanity, but hardly even realize what it means to go to the toilet... meaningless, uninteresting... but you, you're just so different. I know you hear this and think '****', but I'm only being honest. What I want from you is a single night, so I can say I did. Tomorrow I'll leave you alone, or I'll stay, what happens after that is up to you."
She chuckled, it was amazing. This guy wasn't even trying to fake his way through this, he knew what he wanted, and he knew how to get it, telling her outright. She hadn't seen anyone this blunt since her old commander. At this point she was almost missing that ****. Her grin changed to a very shy smirk, as she drank the shot the man had given her. ****.. she wanted to go home...
He charmingly cocked his head. "You look lonely, you know. Almost sad, I can take care of that."
That's when it hit her, the dizzyness. Her eyes went wide and her pupils dilated. She looked down at the shot glass and pushed it off the table. The **** drugged her.
He leaned back, folding his arms. Smiling, chuckling, internally. He stood up, walked over to her, forced her to stand, and started walking her out of the bar. She tried to reach for her gun but didn't have any energy.
"Had a bit to much to drink, huh?"
How had I... not known... paying close attention to his... thought process... He must have been... covering it up somehow... I got to into my... own memories... shouldn't have... thought about Bix, old superior... wait... Bix... She looked up at the scruffy, smelly man carrying her out. looks... just like him...
Everything went black.
-RP- oAsiS - asswad - 03-22-2010
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For those of you who may wonder, Bix and I have crossedover characters, His second character will nao join me on this characters stories.
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Story log 3
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Time: 12:32pm
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Location: Fort Europia
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The night was sound, the room was comfortable,
But my thoughts were still set on getting to Rapreut, I felt as if this place was holding me down, I don't know why im so obsessed with going there.
Today I figured id start looking for help, Once I parted ways with Don, the guy who got me a ride here, even though it was not really my choice, I went over to his hotel room window, pulled out Siren, and plucked a string lightly.
CRASH smash, Then I quickly ran off, heh he's not gonna be happy.
Round and round the area I asked, looked, offered, but still no luck, I came across a old man who approached me, He asked to go, which was amazing, but he then coughed horribly, and had to sit down, Sadly he told me his story of his life, As much as he wanted to go, he never could. We talked for a few hours, he told me about what he had seen in the world, was quite amazing, But I thought to my self, Will I end up this way one day? old feeble, only wishing I could have gone where I wanted.
After a while we parted ways, he asked if Id ever come back and talk to him again, and I responded yes of course, Even though I would probably not.
So now we come to the present of right now, THeres a group of guards ahead, maybe one will be thristy enough for going, the hotheaded ones especially.
10 minutes later...
GODDAMNIT F#$#$@%@$%@$6t314897213(#&$#@!^$792432935r
I was so furious I shouted out IS EVERYONE A FUCKEN COWARD IN THIS WORLD NOW!?!?
Unfortunately this drew the attention of about the entire **** city.
???:A coward to do what..?
I turned toward the voice coming from one of the guard towers nearby, a woman is climbing down the ladder from the top, carrying a reasonably large rifle case.
Zanick: Huh?
???: I said a coward to do what? *She turns from the ladder toward me* English, do you speak it?
Zanick: Uh yeh, im just a bit socially dead right now.
???: I've been hearing some **** about an insane kid asking for help around town, promising "Adventure"...
Zanick: I need someone to go to Rapreut with me.
???:Rapreut... *She stares off towards the direction of the city*
Zanick: Yess.. Rapreut, Please stop daydreaming or whatever the **** your doing, Would you go? or not.
???: ... *She looks a little concerned as her gaze scans across the desert, as if she's trying to spot something, or someone, off in the distance*
Zanick: yeahh, ok I can see just the word of it mindfucked you. *she pushes past me and starts walking down the street* Sorry to bother you, or rather you bothered me.
???: Meet me at the local bar at 6:30pm tonight, we will talk details. *she doesn't bother turning around* Don't be late!
Zanick:..... FINALLY! FINALLY SOMEONE! Oh wa wait! whats your name?
???:*raises her arm in acknowledgement* Kaye!
Time: 6:05pm
Location: Larsville suite hotel
I never really got a good look at her, I was sorta mortified by the fact that I insulted the entire city outloud earlyer, But still, FInally, someone interested in going.
Hmm might as well get over there, Better early then late, *as I walked out the door, my Siren sat there against the wall, Hm, I really don't like leaven my creations alone, some **** always has to mess with it, which results in an explosion, *grabs siren puts it in case and slings it around back*
Time: 6:27pm
Location: approaching the bar:
I wonder if she will even show up, Now that I think about it, could just be a setup, Gah wouldn't be the first time someone lied, Plus she looked kinda half outa it, maybe this isn't such a good idea.
Time: 6:24pm
Location: The bar
*Just as the bar came into sight, the door swung open, out came a man half drunk, and went stumbling down a alley, As I continued walking to it, The door opend again, this time a heavyset looking man carrying someone swung over his shoulder came out, almost instantly a smell crept along the wind and reached me, God this guy smells like ****. I figured the person he was carrying was a buddy, but on closer look as I approached, it was a woman, The exact woman I was supposed to meet, Kaye!
Zanick: Uhh what the **** is wrong with her?
Guy: Hehe, Nutin, just bringing her home
Zanick: Ah, little too much to drink?
Guy: HA! yeah you could say that.. *snickers*
Zanick:Seems she's really outa it, prob wouldn't remember much after waking up
GUy: HAAH! yeah thats the ide-...
Zanick: Yeah unfortunately you failed to keep your mouth shut and just be on your way, Now what the **** are you doing carrying my good friend, Your ruining our lovely planed evening.
Guy: You should really just shut up and keep going kid, Around here at night, theres nobody to protect your sorry ****. *keeps walking*
Zanick: Drop her now.
Guy:Ok, *throws the body across the dirt* Now im going to drop you, I won't even need a weapon to squish you
The heavy man charges at me, I really didn't think this thru, or even bother to pull out Siren, so I did the only thing I could do*
*swings the case smacking the guy dead on in the chest*
Zanick: Mother ****! you broke my case!
Guy: Im gonna break more then that *spits out something awful after gaging from taking that hit*
*the man then pulls out a gun and aims it, Siren is now out of its case *by force* ****, no time for earplugs.
The once quiet night of this city, is now filled with a horrible, yet at the same time perfect rythem screech that fills the air.
Guy: Ahhh!!-*his voice is drowned out by the screeching of notes playing*
*my ears ring, my body gets horribly weak feeling, I feel something trickling down my right ear, but I keep playin* *steam shoots out, the meter spins, the guitar gets louder, and lower, the compressers get hot*
*finally the man drops to his knees*
Zanick: I told you to be on your way, *not even sure of what im sayen, can't hear very well*
*aims guitar at the mans face*
Guy: ----Dhw Grah RAAAAA!* The man has a hidden knife in his sleeve and attempts to thrust it up at me,*
*clicks a switch on the handle* a small barrel opens up from the bottom of the guitar* Boom*
Smoke sizzles out of Siren, Between the overheating, and the shell that just completely blasted the mans face apart, its gonna need a cooldown.
*still half dazed I walk over to Kaye, She seems unharmed, but its mostly likely Siren blasted her out as well, *looks around, glass everywhere*
*Lifts up Kaye and puts one arm around my shoulder, Now I gota drag you to MY place, The **** knows what you'll do when you wake up.
8 minutes later of draging dead weight...
*kicks open the door after unlocking and shlups in*
*carefully places kayes body on the bed, then walks over to the corner of the room and sits in the chair*
Gah ****, im not gonna hear outa this ear for a while, Oh **** its bleeding too. *stuffs tissue in it*
Leans back in the chair and puts Siren leaning next to it, I hate bars. *passes out*
-RP- oAsiS - Tai Huu - 03-22-2010
If you already noticed, I like to keep my posts small. Gives me more wiggle room for
cross-overs.
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"You Smell That?"
"Hmm?"
"The caravan got a stench to it.."
"Describe it to me.."
"Bitter..Raw.."
"Sounds like unrefined plasmids."
"Unrefined?"
"You know, just plasmids that haven't been manipulated to suit our genetics and all that biology ****.."
The caravan slowly drifted towards the valley hills accompanied by 2 Dune Runners and 6 additional guards riding on the transport. Through the scope, I could see sweat falling down their cheeks; they weren't of the heat, but obviously of suspicion. They had a right to be scared..
Above the hills, not noticeably a few pirates gather near the edge. I stared at them through the scope, they gave me a hand gesture of approval.
"Hit It.."
My companion pulled out from his coat, a trigger.
Showtime..
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-RP- oAsiS - Shadow - 03-22-2010
Thawing in process..thawing in process..... thawing complete, please stand back while the cryo chamber doors open. As the doors opened slowly, Shadestreak wakes up after 400 years of being frozen. He steps out of the cryo chamber and looks around, wondering where he is and what just happened.
He begins walking, but stops thinking he hears something. He listens for a moment..silence, he continues to walk only to stop again and listen..silence.
He starts walking faster and faster as he hears something following him. He turns down an alley and starts running as he hears screams and what sounds like hooks being dragged against the ground. As he turns a corner, he sees a garbage bin and hides in it. He waited a few minutes and slowly got out, trying not to make any noise. He looks around for something to use as a weapon and spots a rusty pipe on the ground, he picks it up and starts walking cautiously down the alley. 'Found ya!' a voice behind him says. He turns around to see a bald, deformed man with hooks attached to his hands. The man starts running towards him and attacks him with one of the hooks, Shadestreak tries to block it with the pipe, but the hook slices it in half. Shadestreak starts running as fast as he can down the alley, with the man pursuing him. He eventually comes up to a dead end. He turns back to see the man slowly walking toward him, cackling.
To be continued.
-RP- oAsiS - Shadow - 03-22-2010
The man swings at Shadestreak with his hook, he dodges the swing and picks up a nearby metal trash can lid. The man swings again, but Shadestreak blocks it with the lid and pushes the man up against brick wall using the lid. He punches the man in the stomach, making him fall to his knees.
Shadestreak kicks him in the face, knocking the man unconscious. The man had a glowing blue substance leaking from his mouth, which was probably blood... Shadestreak leans down to pick up what looked like a syringe with a similar substance inside. There was a label on it with the word 'EVE'.
He put it in his bag and walked down the alley, eventually coming back to where he had entered. He looked around at the city, buildings were on fire, cars were rusted, screams in the distance..this place was ****.
-RP- oAsiS - Revex - 03-24-2010
Time: 5:00 A.M.
Location: New Serra Suburbs.
Location: New Serra Suburbs.
It was a cold morning, and the sky was grey and bleak. Yet the sounds of a passing police vehicle woke up Revex'Zora nar Douleb. He rose from his small bed, wearing a suit of armor. He slowly got out, and drank water before putting his mask on. He looked around, a sighing noise coming from the mask. Little did he know that the police were actually outside his shack door. As he walked out, an officer pointed his pistol up and him then said "Freeze! You are under arrest for the kidnapping of Herta Joule!". Revex grunted, then grabbed the officers pistol, throwing to the ground as he walked away casual. This was almost a regular thing for Revex, as most people thought of him a freak and blamed everything on him. In a way, he was used to it. It was just another day to find salvage to sell.
-RP- oAsiS - Piluso - 04-06-2010
"What's your name?"
Elika sighed Meet-and-greet already, huh? With a crunch, she pulled a bolt from one of the guard’s chest and wiped it off on his clothes. She patted down the body for something of use. In the back-left pocket was what made out to be a wallet. She pocketed it and moved on to the next body. She kicked over the subsequently one. This poor **** was hit just below the heart.
"My name's Terrin."
The bolt in this one was in deep and didn’t budge. After some hard pulling and jerking around, she put both feet on the dead man’s chest and pulled. “Well, Terrin,” She said while using both hands to remove her seemingly affixed projectile, “perhaps you can tell me what kind of cargo you were escorting?”
“W-“ The crack of bone interrupted him, “…water…going to Fort Europa.”
She began to search the corpse; she found a few magazines for his rifle and an old revolver on his belt. She had an idea. She looked at the living guard, and then looked back at the gun. She removed it, and checked its ammo. Loaded. She pushed the cylinder back in and stuck it in between the leather straps on her thighs, stood up, and kicked over the body. She went back to guard’s side of the vehicle. He hadn’t moved. Good.
“Water, hmm? That’s all? Nothing else?”
“As far as I know of.” Terrin replied honestly.
"It’s good that you’re staying still. Lets see how long you can be good for.” Water couldn’t of been the only thing on board. She checked the inside of the vehicle: Blood on the back window, a few open boxes in the back seat, pens on the dash…and a clipboard with papers on it. Elika viewed it over for a few moments, and found it to be papers outlining the cargo. She hopped out of the cab with both feet, and looked at the shipment document. They detailed a cargo of only water…for a sum of credits that was not to be scoffed at. Elika thought to herself for a moment
“Seems here that this little shipment is worth a fair amount of credits.”
She drew the revolver and pointed it at Terrin. He shifted back a bit and held his hand between the two of them. It looked like he was about to shout “don’t’!”
“I won’t shoot – yet.” She said with a smile. “Tell you what, there’s a nearby town called Ryza, you’ve probably heard of it before. We’re going there.”
“…And then?”The guard asked nervously.
“I happen to have some connections there. We could get this junker fixed up, refuelled, and deliver the cargo.” She waved her sidearm in a gesture to get in the drivers seat. “I’m shotgun.”
Terrin stepped into the cab of the vehicle and took a deep breath. With any luck, this could end soon. The keys were in the ignition, another deep breath. His captor jumped in the passenger’s seat and continued to point the revolver at him. Deep breath.
“We’re going to meet up with my business partner. His name is Jaque. He runs a bar, but does quite a bit of trading on the black market. He’s the middleman for most of the things I loot and sell.” She looked at Terrin’s eyes: he wanted assurance. The only way he was going to comply with her is if he at least felt safe. “I’ve trusted him with my life for the past few years, now. He won’t let me down.”
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They had parked the cargo a good 100 meters from the settlement ‘walls’. “Try not to give me to shoot you.” Elika tried to sound as imposing as possible while still giving the guard reason to not high-tail it out of there. “Just follow me.” She waved to give indication to start moving. As she lead them into the town, Terrin felt horribly out of place. It was dark, and wind sweeped the streets with dust and what seemed like paper, or ash. The whole place seemed dead. There was no one else but the two of them walking the streets at this time of night, and it was so quite you could hear a body drop (heh). In the moonlight, it was visible that the whole city was made from scrap: rusted sheet metal, old cracked plywood, anything people here could find in wastes. It was pitiful in Terrin’s opinion. These people lived their entire lives in slums, when safer, more sanitary options were out there – and not too distant. But as pitiful as it was, it was a stable community that was home to hundreds; a population slowly declining, however. Elika guided them down a street. Terrin couldn’t help but to notice the poorly painted sign hanging over it, labelled “Dynamism”. There, three houses down, was a building with large, barred windows and a sign saying ‘Pub’. There was a notice below that one that read ‘closed’. Elika stopped outside of it.
“So…this is the place?” He said, pointing at the shiftiest bar he had ever laid eyes upon.
“Yes, now promise me whatever you do, you keep your mouth shut.” She snapped, “Jacque is a straight-to-business sort of guy who cares about how full his pockets are, so I don’t want you screw up and saying anything that may make him think twice.”
Terrin backed off a bit and put his hands up in front of him. “…Yes ma’am…” He said softly.
Elika knocked on the steel door lightly, waited a few seconds, and then bashed it a few times furiously. On her last hit, the door creaked open, revealing tall caucasian man, no shorter than 6’3, in grey bed robes. His face was stiff in stature, and he had a scar running across the left side of his throat. The stubble on his chin looked like it had been groomed with edge of a dull knife, and his long nose stuck out from his face like an obelisk.
He spoke in a slight French accent.
“Little missy,” he said with a stretch “What makes you wake me at this godforsaken hour?”
“Would you be interested in making a little bit of cash?” She playfully replied
“Always.” He responded, sounding a little more interested
“Good, because me and my friend here found a shipment that’s needs to be delivered…if you know what I mean.” Jacque nodded with a smirk. “When we found them, they were on their way to Fort Europa delivering water. As it turns out, clean stuff in this volume goes for quite a bit up there.”
“So why not keep it?”
She paused for a moment. “My liver is strong enough to take whatever the local well gives me; and as I see it, this is great opportunity to make some easy credits.” She paused for a second “What I need is repairs and diesel for the halftrack it’s on.”
“Whoa there, Elly. I ain’t doing no favours here. If you need something from me, I hope you got the credits for it.”
“This isn’t a one sided deal” She quickly retorted, “I said you would be getting something out of this as well.”
He looked down and thought about it for a bit. “Well,” He responded apathetically “It can’t hurt to check…where exactly is the cargo carrier?”
The three of them walked over to the halftrack outside of town. Jacque looked at it and chuckled. “This jalopy looks like a handful,” He said while giving it a smack, “So how much is the cargo worth?”
“See for yourself.” Elika climbed into the vehicle and tossed him the clipboard from the cab. He took a look at it for a moment, and confirmed his interest with a shift of his eyebrows.
“These are very appealing numbers. ****, I like ‘em…but I’m, not sure how much these repairs may cost”. He looked up at Elika “How do I know you aren’t going to just run off with the earnings?”
“Please, you know me. You’re the only man I can do business with. That, and our partnership for the past few years should have granted me some trust by now.”
Jaque nodded in compliance. “So how much does this mean for me?”
“I was thinking 70/30. This fills your pockets and gives me more than enough credits to buy some gear I need while I’m up there.”
He thought long and hard on this. It was fairly apparent that this was no easy decision for him. Elika wouldn’t put it past him if he were calculating the profit in his head.
“Deal. The can get the fuel now; but the truck itself…” he paused and looked at the sad, steaming vehicle “…might need a few hours. Come see me here later today, near sundown – chances are I can get someone to fix it by then.”
“Well, Jacque, you once again never cease to please me.” Elika said with a smile “My friend and I are going to catch some shut-eye or something and come back when you’re done with this beast.” She turned and jabbed Terrin in the ribs, symbolizing its time to leave.
“Oh, and Elika?” Jacque called back after her.
“Yes, dear?” She said sarcastically.
“Never wake me up again.”