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Careo Fas

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Fri May 26, 2006 4:53 pm

A city eternally in the dark.

Careo Fas, a planet thats orbit and rotation are such that one side is ever in the sun, a side that neither man nor machine can survive upon, and the other is ever in the dark. The latter recieves just enough heatand light, reflected by its twin moons, to be habitable, though tempratures rarely rise above five degrees Celcius. The side not in the Sun's view is coverd by land, which in turn is covered by a city, larger even than Salus. The city is devided into various unofficial sectors. Some are run by "legitimate" monarchial governments, while others are controlled merely by the strongest gang around.

The city, most commonly referred to as Darkside, is ever at war with itself, and its infrastructure reflects it: There are precious few buildings that haven't been bombed, shot, and graffitied. The only considerable mass of water lies in the northeastern area of the city: A lake so horrifically polluted that the area around it has been unofficially dubbed "Suicide Point," in that to drink from the lake is to drink to one's death. Food and water are rationed and barter for more heavily even than drugs, being that both must be imported from elsewhere.

The city is both a heaven and a hell for convicts and outlaws. On the upside, no one is ever hunted on the planet for their crimes. On the downside, one can be hunted for so simple a reason as amusement.

To come is a gamble, to leave is a miracle.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Fri May 26, 2006 11:05 pm

This Godforsaken planet is always a two-sided coin. Thought Zhelir, walking calmly down one of Darkside's more central "streets." Can't ever just be happy here. Has to be happy with fear mixed in, or unease, or rage, or somethin' to spoil an otherwise excellent day.

He had dropped off a cache of assault rifles -- damned good ones, too, judging by his pay -- not more than an hour ago, collected one very pretty penny, and was in the process of returning to his ship. He had enough cash to put his financial troubles at ease for a bit, with enough spare to take a week's vacation at Salus. The prospect of camping out in those vast, mountainous, undeveloped forest regions was one that would send him into a state of elation, were he not so wary of being jumped from any number of dark alleys.

He paused midstep as a voice drifted up from his left, between him and what appeared to be a brothel of sorts. "You don't look familia, fella. I think you oughta get offa our turf."

Zhelir exhaled slowly, not turning to look at the source, but instead speaking straight forward. "Dockin' bay's this way, ain't it? Can't much get off the shithole you call turf by flappin' m'fuckin' arms, can I?"

"You smart mouthed mother--" But the individual was cut off in middraw of what turned out to be a knife as Zhelir's left forearm crashed into the stranger's throat, propelling him backward and into the wall. The cargo runner sprinted forward, slamming his left palm into his assailant's throat, pinning him to the wall with a crushing force. Two devastating blows to the face from Zhelir's right fist were enough to brake the man's nose, jaw, and turn both eyes into a set of spectacular black roses. Pulling his hand away, he let the unconscious form of what was undoubtedly what passed for a pimp in these parts fall to the pavement.

"Can't wait t'be off this shit-ridden planet" he muttered, continuing his march toward the docking bay.

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Re: Careo Fas

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Haruka_Tenou on Tue Aug 14, 2007 12:22 pm

((3H = Triple H , Figured a breif intro for it would help out. =) ))

Haruka sat behind her oak desk. A small smile upon her features. She had become one of the most powerful people to ever set foot on Careo Fas. Her business, the 3H Corporation , which stood for hit men, hookers and healers, dealt in all manners of people. However her most profitable came in through her brothel. She recruited the most beautiful girls to work for her. Brining pleasure was their talent, that was for a nice price. The brothel had also become one of the best locations to find alcohol. Haruka took pride in her girls. Making sure they had the best protection plenty of clothes, food and most of all their own room. She had also begun taking a very small percentage of the fee. Forty percent of their earnings made sure that they could enjoy the comforts she allowed while giving them time to save as well. She understood that not everyone would want to spend their lives on the dark planet.

Aside from the brothel were her hitters. She only took the best though she had no problem with allowing one of her men to train a new recruit. Her most cherished confidant was Alex. He had proven himself loyal throughout the years and had also come to be regarded as a true friend. He, like her girls, she would have laid her own life down for. She had made a small profit in the early days by hiring the men. Then lending them out to small corporations. Places that needed the extra guns. Sometimes however, her men came back with blood upon their hands.

Haruka’s business ventures had gained her a fair amount of hatred from some of the other smaller corporations on the planet. Those that had not learned a very important lesson. You were either with her or dead. She was ruthless with those that did not have her protection. Blood, torture and only when she felt the message was clear, death. It sent a sense of fear that she required. However, there were those that tried to have her assassinated. Those who would hire her own men to try and turn them. The problem with that came from the loyalty her men had for her. She not only made sure their pockets were full. She kept them happy and well tended to. They could easily enter the brothel when they were not working and spend time with one of the girls or they could go and relax in their home. She made sure they never wanted for anything. It had given her an extra protection.

Off of the planet she had her fair share of old friends. Those who, had they ever set a foot within her boundaries would have found themselves painted across the pavement. None of her healers would have done a thing either. She had girls that ranged in talents, from magic healing to her actual doctors. Those who had been trained with needle and thread to mend wounds. She had become successful, powerful and most of all deadly. Anyone who opposed her would soon pay the price because she was not going down without one hell of a battle.


Haruka smiled as she stood allowing her muscles to stretch. She planned on heading back to the brothel. She preferred being able to check in on her girls and make sure that they were alive and well. Her voice carried softly through the room even as her hand reached the door. "Here's to another night.." With the Haruka stepped out of her office allowing the door to close lightly behind her as her feet carried her to the elevator. One of the best aspects about her office location, other than the fact that it was one of the safest places within the city and very few people knew where it was. Was the fact it was a short distance from the brothel. Haruka entered the elevator and began her decent. The evening was just beginning.

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Re: Careo Fas

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-The Rage-

Haruka’s feet carried her down the road silently as she stayed within the shadows. She had not slept due to the amount of work that had need to be completed. The girls who had survived the massacre by hiding in the basement shelter had been moved into one of the hotels she owned. While work began on the new brothel. She had chosen a new location about four miles west of where the old one stood. It would take at least a week before the Crave would be able to open once again for business and until then her girls needed to be hidden, protected. She had ordered a new security system as well to make sure that another attack like the one the previous night would not occur. So many lives had been lost and all, she was certain had been to send a clear message of greed. Someone wanted her out of business and instead of simply going after her, they had assaulted her people. That was unacceptable.

She stepped out of the chilled night air allowing her senses to be assaulted by the waves of energy and the music around her. A small girl moved up to her with a smile upon her features. She had electric blue hair with green eyes and wore a leather dress that had enough straps to be utterly confusing. Haruka’s gaze moved past the girl as she approached, her eyes settling on the larger man who stood with his back to the entrance. He had become to relaxed here. Ignoring the girls request that she deposit all weapons in the safe she moved towards Bruno. He was six feet tall and pure muscle. His guns were in plain sight as a way of letting others know he was the power in the club. Her palm settled on his back lightly and he spun around gun drawn, pointed directly at her face. She smiled at him.

“Ms. Tenou. Ma’am, Didn’t realize you was gonna be showing up tonight. You want your table?” Haruka shook her head no and instead pointed upstairs indicating that she needed a word in her office. They both moved through the mess of bodies who threw themselves around on the flood, Bruno’s energy seemed to make the place hotter as he was not human. Once at the top of the stairs the noise dyed down and the two of them moved past the six rooms the lined the wall. To play upstairs here was an honor. Rooms full of D&S games and each room held a different array of toys. Haruka’s private office was located at the end of the hall and upon entering the darkened interior Bruno took a seat on the leather couch while she moved to the desk crossing her arms over her chest.

“What’s up boss? You ain’t been here in awhile with all the action at Crave. So I know there’s gotta be somethin amiss.” His somber facial expressions had become colder as he concentrated on business. He was smart enough to know that something was going on.

“You may see some new faces around here.” She handed him a list, it held a few names along with a picture of each person. “Those may enter here with their weapons. They can come upstairs anytime they like. I need someplace where my people can relax and have a drink around here and for the moment Rage will do.” Her voice was calm as she spoke and his brows raised slightly.

“Why ain’t they going to Crave Ma’am?” He was slightly bewildered by this new avenue.

“Because it was shot to hell last night and it will take time to get the new location opened. Now seeing as how someone seems to have a special interest in shutting me down you need to make sure that all of boys who work here actually start earning their pay check. No one gets in without being cleared of their weapons unless they are on that list. Make sure you are all wearing your sheild generators as well because I don’t want another blood bath on my hands. You understand that?” Her voice was calm as she allowed some of the anger she still felt from the night before to slip through. Rage. Her dance club that was located near the edge of her territory had always been something to check on briefly knowing that no one ever actually went there to cause problems. Now, things were changing.

“Go back to your post and get the boys to start checking energy and make sure no one gets anything past you unless it’s approved.” Bruno nodded and stood. He took his leave and Haruka pulled out her phone to place a call to Alex. She wanted to make sure he knew where she was. With death on the air it was better to be safe than sorry.

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Re: Careo Fas

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Circ on Wed Aug 22, 2007 6:51 pm

Thick, noxious air billows in a visible miasma over the slums of Careo Fas, accenting with a yellow tinct the otherwise dull umber of the dilapidated buildings. Structures in that part of town are primarily made of crumbling red brick, rusty iron beams, and asbestos siding; compacted layers of grime, dust, dirt, and graffiti cover everything, blending it all into a massive, meaningless assemblage of uninspiring shapes. The people are just as bad to look at, with worn clothes stained with dirt, blood, sweat, gyzym, and whatever other bodily fluids can be sucked out of person. These venal sewer-dwellers lead an explicit lifestyle filled with violence, sex, anger, disease, and poverty. Not the good variety, either.

Between the tavern and the launderette is a building with a handful of apartments, but the number of beggars crammed in there is staggering, especially vis-à-vis with the full force of their unwashed, communal stench. In Careo Fas, luxuries like water are only for the wealthy, so ghastly smells are something the poor simply endure; after a while, they don’t even notice them. Inside the complex is a cupboard, deceitfully posturing as a tenement; a mangy mattress, nightstand, and single chair are all one can cram in and, as it is located under a stair, the steeply slanting ceiling has the marks to prove it has felled many a body by the head.

Within this dainty niche lives a young man who abandoned his family for the pursuit of independence, but as those things go, one form of slavery led to another. All he wants to do is get off the planet. As far as he knows and is concerned, the festering, Brobdingnagian turd flailing about in its orbit is not worth staying on and can go to hell, if there is one. He wants to leave, and the damn shame is he can’t.

His name is Spencer, and he is a street performer. He spins and somersaults half-naked on the sidewalk for a few pennies a day, which is just enough to pay his rent and get a few nibbles in here and there; the rest he puts aside for his ticket away.
conditio sine qua non

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Re: Careo Fas

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Wed Aug 22, 2007 7:00 pm

In the skies above the dark world, a small capsule was seen, skirting through the athmospere, bouncing through the clouds untill it fell, near the abondend industrial complex. Inside, a witness reported was some sort, of jet powered aircraft, and a man, who looked at the half possed men around them, and simply ordered the aircraft, which shifted its physical form to resemble some sort of humaniod trooper, to kill them, with no remorse. He walked away, and the capsule was gone in a few days...

Jacon had been assigned the Careo Fas shift, known as the one of the worst planets in Known Space, for its inhabitents, hhe shighed, as he bought a long unused factory, on the outskirts of the city. Some odd shipments were noted, but the factory itself seems odnariy, untill one tries to get in. Its a dagnerous little place, on a dangerous world, and this dective will learn to adapt to the people, the climate, and the Reapers...

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