Setting
Island city. Tropical. Bustling city.
Oh, the city.
Buildings were stacked atop buildings, highly stylized, colorful, but not exactly expensive. Some buildings were flimsy, while others strong. It was a mix of rich and poor within the town, and in such a humid area, most people wore very little, if just enough to be descent. Many aliens roamed about the place, some with six arms, big heads, and dowdy skin, much like the Grey that one would often see in movies. Others had long, lashing tails extending from a spinal structure, with barbs on the end. More, still, had horns atop their heads, and patterned melanin on their necks. There were a few that looked like insects, more that were up to ten feet tall, others as small as three.
Miserta Kara
Island city. Tropical. Bustling. Buildings were stacked atop buildings, highly stylized, colorful, but not exactly expensive. The capitol city of Nahatsu.
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Sgt. Ronald Jacobson [22] Escapism has many forms. Mine is a ship.
Minayle Sorunna. [0] "I am not one of your princesses to be saved from a dragon. If there is a dragon to slay, then I shall be the one cutting out it's heart"
Ivory N Browyn [0]
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"Me? I just ran away from it. One war was enough. I didn't really want to be a part of another one. I barely made it out of the first, and a second didn't sound so appealing, especially when the TEC began to break apart." The prosthetics in his chest, legs, and feet began to ache when he thought of them. Fake ribs, fake solar plexis, fake heart and lungs, fake left leg and foot, minus the flesh. That was still real. The wonders of modern medical TEC care. "So, why do you wear the mask? The atmosphere can support me well enough."
Aberdeen blinked a few times and shook her head. "I...can't. The percentage of oxygen isn't high enough..." she mumbled, the mask making her voice still come across clearly. "And it serves other functions for me." She shuffled again, she shouldn't be so flustered. She'd been groomed to talk publicly for years, to act braver and more assured than she felt. Maybe she'd lost that training, too, on the ship. "Like you, I've had a lot of repair work done. My lungs, windpipe, and vocal cords were ravaged by chemicals and radiation when I was young. The gas mask fixes those things. Or makes them appear fixed."
Ronald wanted to ask more, but he already knew he should leave her be about it, at least for now. She clearly didn't want to talk about it, so he'd let it slide. "Have you heard of the TEC? I mean, everyone knows about it back home. Even the fringe worlds and the borderlands." Ronald would gaze across the sky, bewildered by its color, the clouds, the sun and stars that were obvious even in broad daylight. He knew he was hungry, but he still had no idea where to go for that, or even for shelter. He'd just been sleeping in his cabin since he got here. He'd probably just do that again.
Aberdeen tilted her head and slowly shook it. "I've never heard of it...My homeworld isn't within close range of any other systems with life-supporting planets. It took us seven or so years to get here...and that was through...some strange circumstances." She glanced around as he seemed distracted. Her rescuer and the rest of the crew were at the ship, but she didn't know if she could return anymore. They would leave soon, even though they might never get back...She sighed softly and looked him over. "So...do you know what currency is here?"
"I have no clue. I've been using some crystals that the TEC uses as fuel, basically my off this planet if I ever want to leave. It seems to have some worth here, so I'm using it sparingly to get by. Well, not that I have to worry about that. I have enough in my cargo to get me through a few months at least. Seems an ounce is worth a pretty penny. And I got almost a ton." True enough, he could sell it all and get rich, but Ronald had never been one for that kind of life style. He new he'd probably just keep running forever, just in case the TEC tracked him.
The penalty for desertion was twenty years jail time, and then either exile on an ECW, or public execution. He wasn't keen on either.
The penalty for desertion was twenty years jail time, and then either exile on an ECW, or public execution. He wasn't keen on either.
Aberdeen sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I see...So they're open to bartering if the item has worth here. That's workable," she mumbled, half to herself. She shook her head. "We didn't mean to come here, so I'm not really prepared to stay here." She shifted her feet. "Maybe I should tell Favrin...We need to come up with a new plan..." she added, now talking to herself. She came back for a moment, blinking and looking back at him. "Sorry...I tend to think aloud."
"Oh its fine. If you all need something to barter with, like I said, I got a metric shit ton of fuel you all can trade with." Ronald even let out a little laugh. White Swan was giving to allies, and incredibly dangerous to enemies. Of course, the reason he'd been given the name was for a far different reason than he like to think. His division gave him the name because swans mated for life, and no one ever could have predicted that the young Sergeant would've even abandoned his post. "I don't plan on stay around either, really. Just waiting for repairs."
Aberdeen waved off the offer, shaking her head. "No, no...The crew will be fine, they're a trading vessel anyway. Just...my plan has changed, I guess. I was supposed to have a haven when we docked, but this isn't the correct destination. I'll just need to figure out if my supplies are still valid. We'll...think of something. He always takes care of me. Thank you, though...for the offer. And for not hunting me, I suppose." She flashed a smile, showing in her eyes. "Goodbye, sir," she said with a wave, turning to thread her way back to the ship.
It had been a small while since Ornin had come to Miserta Kara. Jaroo had made sure to pay for a particularly high-roofed house for the Monk. He also paid for several people to keep an eye on him. As much as Jaroo was fond of his large, powerful "friend," he never could trust anyone entirely.
They had taught him of all Misrana's technology, of the war, of their leader, Dasaliz Rauta. They had taught him of Miserta's customs, and toured him around a bit. They still had not brought him to the forest, however.
Josai went by that day, knocking on the doors to Ornin's temporary living space.
They had taught him of all Misrana's technology, of the war, of their leader, Dasaliz Rauta. They had taught him of Miserta's customs, and toured him around a bit. They still had not brought him to the forest, however.
Josai went by that day, knocking on the doors to Ornin's temporary living space.
Ornin did not answer immediately. One rule, unspoken yet unbreakable, is that no one may see one of the Monks of the Sigil's true face. It was forbidden, and the penalty was one of the most cruel of the order. The follower of the Beast was in a state of Exposed Meditation when his 'partner' came knocking.
Donning his garb at a slow pace, the gate to his residence slid open slowly, the briefest flash of brown-orange skin appearing before the women's eyes mere blinks before his mask hissed, sealed around the rest of his facial attire. It worried the Monk for a moment, before waving the thought away. That alone wasn't offense enough. Not in the least. A little known fact, however, even to the Beast, is that their suits, their scale, hide, fur, whatever each individual monk called their individual armor, the lights that shimmered and shone, dancing across the skin tight attire reflected in color their current mood.
Beneath his mask, Ornin smiled. "Are we finally going to get to fight, female Josai?"
His suit radiated the pale pink and grays of boredom and restlessness.
Donning his garb at a slow pace, the gate to his residence slid open slowly, the briefest flash of brown-orange skin appearing before the women's eyes mere blinks before his mask hissed, sealed around the rest of his facial attire. It worried the Monk for a moment, before waving the thought away. That alone wasn't offense enough. Not in the least. A little known fact, however, even to the Beast, is that their suits, their scale, hide, fur, whatever each individual monk called their individual armor, the lights that shimmered and shone, dancing across the skin tight attire reflected in color their current mood.
Beneath his mask, Ornin smiled. "Are we finally going to get to fight, female Josai?"
His suit radiated the pale pink and grays of boredom and restlessness.
Josai scratched the back of her head nervously. "You'll have to ask Jaroo! But there's a lot of battles coming awfully soon. I, um. I'm going to have to help with that, and I'll be seeing you in a few months." She beamed up at him. "But until then, I won't see you. I have to do work in Calidona. I have some people that'll be looking after you-" She let out a laugh, "-not that you'll need it! But to get you around and acquainted more. This is hardly all of Misrana. Miserta Kara is probably the most ordinary."
The spy folded her arms and sighed. "Don't be too impatient. We can't just rush into battle here. I don't know how it is anywhere else, but things get dangerous here real quick. We're so outgunned and outnumbered by the Supremacy that we have to pick our fights wisely. You understand, right?"
The spy folded her arms and sighed. "Don't be too impatient. We can't just rush into battle here. I don't know how it is anywhere else, but things get dangerous here real quick. We're so outgunned and outnumbered by the Supremacy that we have to pick our fights wisely. You understand, right?"
"Oh, I understand, female Josai. Sometimes predators have to be cautious because the game they hunt is dangerous, especially in great herds. Do not worry for me. It is merely the blood of the Beast that desires combat most legendary." There was a beaming smile behind the Monk's mask, and Ornin's body language did little to hide his excitement, though slowing, her other words began to sink it.
"And so you stopped by to wish me a farewell. Knowing your line of work, oh stealthiest of stalkers, there is a chance we may never encounter each other again on the plains of war." The giant foreigner of her world embraced her, suddenly, and tight enough that, if not for the fact that he quickly released her, bones and sinew would have probably snapped and popped out of place. "I wish you protection, female."
"And so you stopped by to wish me a farewell. Knowing your line of work, oh stealthiest of stalkers, there is a chance we may never encounter each other again on the plains of war." The giant foreigner of her world embraced her, suddenly, and tight enough that, if not for the fact that he quickly released her, bones and sinew would have probably snapped and popped out of place. "I wish you protection, female."
Josai quirked a brow. The way Ornin spoke was strange, and stranger still the way it went through the translator. Even so, she could tell he was at least excited for the battle to come. She did not know if that was incredibly good news or a bit concerning. They took confidence in Ornin, but only so much. He was an alien and they could not be sure of his real intentions. Even Dasaliz had warned them that it was risky.
Once swallowed in a hug, however, Josai's mind went far from any thought that this man was anything like a terrorist. She made a small groan from the quick embrace, all air released from her lungs. A pat came to his bicep. "I...I appreciate it, Ornin. Thank you." The woman was a little- more than a little, actually- surprised. "I will do my best to not...die. And perhaps we'll see one another again."
Once swallowed in a hug, however, Josai's mind went far from any thought that this man was anything like a terrorist. She made a small groan from the quick embrace, all air released from her lungs. A pat came to his bicep. "I...I appreciate it, Ornin. Thank you." The woman was a little- more than a little, actually- surprised. "I will do my best to not...die. And perhaps we'll see one another again."
Ornin did not immediately respond. No, there were too many thoughts in his mind, the most pressing being his insatiable hunger. The Lair provided him with direct nutritional intake, and the 'water' as they called it kept him hydrated. Though this was always the case, being away from his orders planet. Finding food that his body could safely ingest was always tricky.
"These others, these allies you wish me to meet, when will they arrive? Shortly after your flight from this place, female?" The monk himself was suspicious of the new, wary of the un-experienced. Still, her organization had been cordial, and even kind at times. As long as they did not try to control the Beast, then the Beast would be their friend. He could feel his Sigil's will, telling him their cause was just, and worth serving.
"These others, these allies you wish me to meet, when will they arrive? Shortly after your flight from this place, female?" The monk himself was suspicious of the new, wary of the un-experienced. Still, her organization had been cordial, and even kind at times. As long as they did not try to control the Beast, then the Beast would be their friend. He could feel his Sigil's will, telling him their cause was just, and worth serving.
"Today. Very soon. I'm not sure the exact time, but I'm sure Jaroo knows. He won't tell me much about them because he's always frightened I'll get caught and be forced to spill all of my information. I really shouldn't have even been able to find out about you, according to him." She had to beam at this. Making Jaroo miserable was an amusing pastime.
"Well, I must be on my way-" She rose her right hand to touch her forehead, then curled it into a fist to lay it in the center of her chest. A Misranan salute. "May whoever, whatever, you worship be with you, and your will strong." She ended it in a bow, then turned to leave.
"Well, I must be on my way-" She rose her right hand to touch her forehead, then curled it into a fist to lay it in the center of her chest. A Misranan salute. "May whoever, whatever, you worship be with you, and your will strong." She ended it in a bow, then turned to leave.
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