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John Warren

Part time gun runner, full time bar crawler.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Glory

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A relatively large nation within the Aurora, Isiria spans several star systems. Isiria is an Aschen member-state.
The Aschen Empire, a massive collection of semi-sovereign provinces that reigns over a great portion of the Milky Way Galaxy, paranoid, arrogant, and cruel, a once prosperous nation spirals into poverty, and self-destruction.

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ImageName: John Warren
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Occupation: Weapons dealer, runner, and smuggler
Birthplace: Cryo
Species: Human
Personality: Cynical, skeptical, foolhardy

So begins...

John Warren's Story

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#, as written by Glory
John roared in triumphed as his mech fighter of choice, "Gorgon's Shredder", landed a deathly blow on his opponent right under the jaw. Large plums of smoke poured out of the defeated mech, which reeled backwards then flat on its back. He pounded his fists against the railing in a sign of gratification. The deafening roar that followed nearly covered the booing from the side of the crowd who had suspected that the other mech would win. It was a glorious fight, with Gorgon's Shredder a clear underdog throughout the match. Only when the opposing bot thought it had won, Gorgon's Shredder came to life. Fueled by the energy of the crowd and the prospect of defeating a superior foe, the last few seconds of the match were legendary.

John leaned back his head and gave out a boisterous laugh, and nudged the patron next to him.

"What was it again, Louis? Two Gold Drachs?"

The man next to him growled with a contemptuous frown on his face. "Ya got lucky, asshat."

"A victory's a victory!" John grinned as he pocketed the two golden coins. "Now if you excuse me, there's a bar stool at Abenueit's Den calling my name."

With that, he gave the man one last pat on the back before shuffling through the crowd, lit a cigar, and continued on his way.

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Kane wanted new blood, and he wanted it now. Chris wasn't a man to argue with someone that could outdrink, outfight him outside a mech and kick his ass to the space curb. Chris didn't lie to himself, that man was scary as hell and he wasn't going to fuck with his captain. Not now, not ever.

Kane might be all of these things but Chris liked to think he had a bigger dick.

Chris slapped an open palm on his table, grinning at the two men on the opposite.
"Give us the money, Braddock." One of the uglier of the duo growled.
"Yeah, come on." The latter agreed, bearing his yellow teeth.

Chris smiled thinly and begun to open his coat, causing both men to reach for their illegal sidearms. "Chill boys, I'm only reaching for my wallet." Chris grinned calmly, pulling out a thick leather wallet. A little misdirection that gave him time to move his other hand under his seat.

"How'd you like to join Kane's crew?" Chris offered.
"Nah." Ugly said.
"Fuck off, give us our money." No-Balls agreed.

Ugly and No-Balls grinned at each other with the prospect of getting more beers with the cash they thought they were going to receive. When the stool came flying their way, driven by Chris' arm, it surprised the both of them. The two gamblers brought up their arms to deflect the stool and jumped to their feet.

Chris was already shifting though the crowd until he tripped over someones foot and landed with a thud on the peanut encrusted floor of the pub, spitting dust and boot scruff off his lips.

"Ah, fuckin' shithead!" Chris shouted up at John. "Help me up and I'll make it worth your while."

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John didn't get much of a chance to reply as a booted foot came to sit on Chris' back. Resting his elbows on his knee, Kane looked down at Chris with a smirk.

"Crawling around on the floor like a dog, are we?" he scolded.

The notorious pirate cast a look around the pub but no one else seemed inclined to start anything up - not even the pair that Chris had flung a stool at. The duo it would seem had wisely concluded that they could collect on Chris' debt later.

Once it was apparent the situation wasn't about to escalate, Kane removed his foot and offered a hand to Chris. Hoisting the man to his feet, Kane's grip tightened as he pulled Chris close enough to speak to him lowly.

"Get your debt squared away because next time I'll leave them to skin you alive," he warned under his breath before turning his attentions to John.

"John Warren," he noted. "I had taken you for dead after that salvage run in Ang'und went south two years ago." He offered a hand in greeting. "I could use a man like you back on the crew."

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Tactlessly, John refused to take it. Instead, he settled into a chair and took the last swig of his drink before setting it down on a nearby table with a resounding thud. He gave a dry laugh and scratched his beard.

"Kane. Has it been two years already? Time flies." John signaled the bartender for another drink. "As I recall, there was a reason that run went south. You aren't still working with amateurs, are ya?"

John regarded Chris, the man next to Kane. "'I'll make it worth your while'? That was cute." He chuckled to himself and shook his head as his drink arrived. "Haven't heard that one a billion times."

He grew somber for a moment. "Why ya here, Kane?"

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"I'll let the two of you compare cocks then." Chris spat with equal lack of tact, he didn't join the crew for this kind of treatment. Kane paid well, but Chris was beginning to wonder what they'd possibly be doing that'd require this amount of recruiting. The bounty hunter grinned at the two men who'd he ripped off.

They grinned back and walked over. No-Balls smirked and they shared a fistbump. "Nice work, boys." Chris said, reaching into his coat and producing a few bills and passing it between the two men.

"Rounds on me, you comin' Chris?" Ugly asked, looking very much like his namesake. "Nah, got stuff to do with bossman over here." Chris replied and waved the two gamblers off.

"Good you didn't fall for it then, or didn't have to, huh?" Chris said to John, laughing. "Can't see why you didn't let me shanghai him, Boss." Chris added, tipping his head to the side at Kane.

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"That depends whether or not two years have taught you how to fly a jackrabbit yet," Kane replied with a wry smirk.

Kane signaled for the tender to fill a second glass for himself. Throwing the drink back his demeanor turned serious as he set the glass down.

"Seven percent," Kane offered. "And we're leaving Isiria."

No one had ventured beyond the borders of Isirian space in generations - but with the recent arrival of the Aschen their knowledge of the systems beyond their own were broadening by the day.

"Two months. The central planets still have their thumbs up their collective asses about the slave trade, which leaves the market to us. If you have the stomach for it."

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In a side-alley just outside Abenueit's Den, another confrontation was going on. A large dark-haired man was on the ground, pinned by an unseen force as he struggled desperately. Every time he tried to move an arm or a leg or even his head, it was pulled back down by a metal clip, or a buckle, or the decorative chain he wore around his neck.

A short distance away stood another figure, with startlingly red hair swept around in a dramatically long quiff that hung down to the right side of his scarred face. His name was Vaughan Roth .Vaughan Roth was a well-known name around Lochchrest, though many spoke of him only by his alias of 'Steel'. A bounty hunter without mercy or remorse, Vaughan was the last person a lot of people who'd made the wrong enemies ever saw.

This wasn't a job, though. No, he didn't have time to take up any of those while Kane recruited. This was personal business.

Vaughan made his way over to where the man had sprawled and bent down to lift him up by front of his jacket, placing him on his feet. "Did you really think you were going to walk away from a debt with me, Jack?" he spat derisively into the man's face, "I'm a bounty hunter. Hunting people who are trying to hide down is my thing. And look at you, creeping out of the same shithole you always crawl to. You aren't even very good at this."

He dropped the man down again, fixing him with a cold stare. "You can't play this game and expect to keep your head, Jack. Give me the money."

Jack, a man considerably taller and bulkier than Vaughan himself, pulled himself back up to his full height in an attempt to regain some composure. "You rigged that fight you cheating bastard, there's no way your mech pulled ahead like that. You were using your mutie shit on it, I know i-"

He was interrupted as Vaughan's fist met his windpipe, reducing him to gagging and choking as he clutched at his throat. "What the fuck did you just call me you sack of shit?"

Jack spluttered, coughing uncontrollably as he gasped in air. "N- nothi-"

"You call me 'mutie' one more time and you won't ever have to worry about what to call anyone ever again. We clear? Good. Now, the money."

Still struggling to breathe, Jack shakily reached into his jacket and pulled out a wad of notes. "There, take it you cunt. And get the fuck out of my face."

Vaughan smiled, leaning down to pat the man on the cheek as he took the cash. "Could have saved yourself a fair amount of pain just doing that when I walked over, Jacky. Maybe you'll know better next time."

As the red-haired mercenary turned to walk away, Jack glared after his retreating back and muttered under his breath. "Know better than to trust a fuckin mutie is what I'll know better."

Unfortunately for him, he spoke a little too loudly. Vaughan stopped where he was. He didn't turn, but the metal on Jack's body abruptly pulled him downwards again, pinning him against the wall of the building. Slowly, ponderously, a single bullet drifted out from inside the large man's gun, drifting through the air to hover in front of his head. "Shit, Steel, I'm sorry, I didn't thi- didn't mean-"

Vaughan didn't reply. As slowly as it had risen, the bullet drifted head-first towards Jack's forehead. It didn't stop as it met the skin, or the bone, pushing steadily in with a sickening squelch.

Jack let out a short-lived scream.

His voice cut out mere moments later as the bullet penetrated through into his brain, killing him where he sat. It popped out the other side with a coating of blood as red began to trickle down from the entry and exit wounds. Vaughan let the bullet fall to the ground with a clink, then continued walking without so much as a glance backwards at his handiwork.

A few moments later he entered the bar. A few wary eyes fell on him as he entered, recognising his unmistakeable hair and his casual sauntering gait. They'd heard the scream outside, and quite logically conjectured that his time of arrival just after it wasn't a coincidence. Nobody said anything of it.

Vaughan made his way over to the bar, leaning onto it and nodding to the bartender. "Whiskey." he said, before looking across at Kane and Chris. "Captain. Braddock." he said, nodding to each of them in acknowledgement. His searching blue eyes fell on John, then. "And this is?"

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John gave a hearty laugh. "A huge fan," he answered. "I just won some money on ya, and that means you're okay in my book. The name's John, and these two gentlemen are trying to get me to join their club of rough-and-tumble pirates. 'Scuse me a moment." He turned back to Kane.

"Beyond our borders, eh? You've piqued my interest. Never been outside the motherlands myself."

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Kane narrowed his eyes at Vaughan's entrance. The man was useful, but his usefulness was rapidly waning beneath his utter lack of discretion and blatant disregard for the consequences of his actions. Things on Cryo kept on working the way they worked because no matter how big of a badass you were, there was always a bigger fish out there to knock you back down a peg or two. The very lawlessness of the planet created a sense of order that was maintained through that expectation of consequences for ones actions. In a wolf-pack society where strength came from numbers, no lone man stood a chance above any other when repercussions come knocking.

Now Kane was no cowardly man, but he was a business man, and Vaughan was liable to be bad for business if this kept up. Like Chris before Vaughan, Kane had little tolerance for members of his crew drawing trouble down on him and his men unless it was for business.

He downed a second glass.

"We're shipping out in the morning," Kane told John before he slapped a few drachmali down on the counter to pay for his drinks. "If you're in, don't be late."

He spoke lowly then as he moved away to address Vaughan.

"Who was it," he growled under his breath.

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The red-headed man flashed Kane a cocky grin, "Easy there champ," he said, winking. "Just a low-life gambler who tried to screw me out of what he owed me." Vaughan waved a reassuring hand vaguely in Kane's direction, "I'd got the money, all smiles and a friendly tap on the wrist, but no, no; here's the funny part. As I was walking off, all done and dusted, he opened his mouth, right? Never a good plan to start with, but then -"

Kane's scowl deepened. "I don't give a flying fuck why you did it. Who."

Vaughan folded his arms and shot Kane a disgruntled glare. "I was getting to that, honestly. So impatient. Alright, alright. His name was Jack... something. Jack Morgan? No, Marten. Jack Marten. Probably, anyway." He shook his head dismissively, "Don't lose sleep over it. He was a real unlikeable guy, I got the impression he made a habit of running out on debts, probably had more friends than enemies. Too bad for him he didn't run very fast this time, am I right?"

"Jack Marten," Kane repeated. "And I suppose it didn't occur to you that the reason Jack Marten was still around to be unliked was because he's Haken Maddocks nephew?" Kane growled. "Let me make this very clear to you. I pay you. That means you kill who I say you kill. You fuck up this operation, and I'll cut you loose to the sharks and we'll see how well you make it on your own out here. Are we clear?"

With an exaggerated sigh, Vaughan glanced off to the side and nodded his head. "Whatever you say, Cap." he replied with a tone of exasperation, before he paused to think for a moment. "I don't suppose you think Maddock would appreciate a bouquet of flowers as an apology for his loss, do you? I know a lovely florist girl on another world who owes me a favour..."

Kane's sense of humor seemed to be running dry where Vaughan was concerned. "Clean it up. Quietly," Kane told him. "On your own. You act alone, you handle the consequences alone."

"Is it my birthday already?" Vaughan quipped with a grin, "I love cleaning things up. I should be a janitor. I'll get it done, Cap. Don't you worry."

"Chris," Kane called out as he headed for the entrance of the establishment. "Come with me, I have a job for you."

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