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Vrisz Coalhammer

Kobold terms subject to change

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

Description

Theme
Two steps from hell - children of the sun

History
Where dragons go as do the Kobold race. They've followed in the footsteps of their betters for eras past and this particular one has managed to make their way here where dragons dwell also. Alone, the kobold's constitution was... perturbed by their entrance onto Hera in absence of their kin. While confident they must have been serving a dragon and a little scrambled for the effort Vrisz wandered in the badlands in search of whoever they must have been serving at the time. Or loot. They're quite fine with riches as well.

Description
At 4.5' Vrisz is tall for a kobold but the leathery fine-scaled cornflower blue skin shows a stranger draconic heritage. The horn crown on their head is a bony spiral-spiked helmet the same color of their skin but significantly harder and far more pointy. Their clothing and possessions look harvested as does their weapon. A cartridge fed rifle and a sawed off shotgun dangling behind them in the loose leather overcoat.

So begins...

Vrisz Coalhammer's Story

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Siren was a funny place, a desolate little hovel in a sea of sand, and blood. Each building a little run down, each person a little weather-worn. To the outside it looked a lot like a shanty ghost town, but those that had the misfotune of calling it home knew better. They knew it was a God forsaken deathtrap with a knack for catching the young, and the bold, grinding them up, and producing corrupt scum.

Sydney learned that real fast as Sheriff.

An off-worlder who's luck ran out, Sydney H. Davenport former intergalactic sharpshooter, now called Siren home. Alongside a lot more colourful words under her breath. It wasn't her first choice by a parsec, but like a lot of wanderers she'd made an awful mistake when she came to Hera Prime. He had fallen for a local woman. It was a brief, but extremely costly whirlwind of a romance. Not only did Sydney's new fancy have expensive tastes, she is questionable standards. The sharpshooter's savings, and name were all but spent in the course of two years, and a month after the money ran dry so too did "love".

Sydney found herself homeless, penniless, and with a reputation for violent outbursts. Playing Sheriff for a few months until she could afford a ticket off world seemed like a great plan.

It really did seem like it,

"At the time," thought Sydney with a sigh. Cold sweat crept its way down the back of her neck as she opened her eyes. Yep, the barrel of what looked like an actual Elephant gun was still there. In fact it had moved a few centimeters closer, she noticed. He knees wobbled a little, but she kept her expression blank.

"Oi, ya just gunna stand there pissin' yerself, or ya gunna do somethin', 'Sheriff'?" The raider on the other end goaded. At least he looked like a raider, all the skulls, horrible tattoos, and spikey "Armor", as they called it.

All it got him was a sigh, Sydney was actually getting used to this kind of thing. "Why?" She asked rather dismally, using the moment to steal glances out of the corners of her eyes. There had to be an escape somewhere. "I twitch," No obvious way out. "I twitch, and you shoot that cannon, right?" She knew he would in a heartbeat, the tin star they gave her was more like a flashing neon target.

Mainstreet wasn't the kinda place she wanted to die, thought Sydney as she kept glancing around, best she could.

Not because it was rundown, or ramshackle, or all the damned dust that seemed to be kicked up when someone moved, no. It was definitly the people, each, and every last son of a bitch that stood there, forming a crowd around her. They had been quiet so far, just watching, no-one offering to help, but the stalemate had gotten boring. A few of the more "lovely" denizens pipped up.

"Twenty credits says she gets her head blown off!"

"That's a fools bet, fourty says this bandit hauls her back to his camp!"

"I'll take that action!"

"Definitly the people.", with a sigh the new Sheriff relaxed a little, her body going limpish. The bandit didn't notice, but the relaxed pose put her hand just a few tenths of a centimeter closer to the iron on her hip. It was all a game, a show, her life now fully depended on how much she could slip past the raider's notice.

"Hey, she's goin' fer 'er gun!"

The shout came from the left, and her captour made the mistake of turning his head in it's direction. That was all it took, before he could even look back she had her gun drawn, and two in his chest. It never did cease to amaze her just how much blood a .44 knocked out of somebody up close. The lovely townsfolk got a hefty spalttering as the crowd fell in to chaos.

"She killed Jimmy!" howled the same voice as before, and this time Sydney turned to look as well. Three "Gentlemen" had just exited the nearby Ned's Dead Eye Saloon & Sundrey, perhaps the last tourist call left in Siren. They were obviously raiders, and given the first name basis with the deceased, Sheriff Davenport didn't wait to find out.

She booked it to the other side of the street, hoping to find some cover. Chances would slim on her own.

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Two shots rang out above her the bright white phosphorous round streaking across the road as the burning pellet raced center mass toward two of the three raiders. Even if they didn't get as much range the white phosphorous rounds wouldn't go out with water after pounding through and that's just how the kobold liked it. Unless they picked them out but the stupid tallbloods didn't have nails. Stupid tallblood raiders causing a commotion in the bright hours. They will burn then they will die then kobolds will get their stuff! Vrisz thought they were lucky to have fallen asleep in their clothes in the dusty attic. Shooting raiders was harder without the shoulder pad. The kobold flicked the gun open with a claw and started a full reload from bullets inside their leather coat.

A screechy high-pitched female voice exclaims from a blackened attic window with the red gleam of two slit-eyes, "Dragons damn you, it's noon! Kobolds are trying to sleep! I hope the stupid burns! Raid people at night like normal!"

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In near unison both Raiders howled as the eerie white bullets pierced their flesh. Not for the reasons one might think though, any Raider worth his salt has been shot dozens of times, and that's only counting the voluntary ones. White Phosphorous though, was something else. As the bullets tore through the leathers each man wore you could smell it.

That unpleasant chemical-like smell, right before the skin starts melting.

This horrid device saved Sydney, she managed to duck behind a horse of all things, get spinal column free of bullets thanks to the mysterious marksman. Or lizard woman, the Sheriff corrercted herself as Vrisz yelled. The smell of charring Raider prevented her from offering thanks. Raiders blown to bits disnt phase her anymore, but cooking people from the inside out?

They were still screaming, too.

Sydney merely hunkered down, listening as the one able Raider dragged his companions off, presumably into Ned's. "Good, breathing room." Without skipping a beat she began to reload, her head on a swivel as the last of the panicked crowd fled the street.

That's when it dawned on her.

"Awh, hell!" She peaked out from behind the horse, who was rather displeased with her presence, but hitched to its post rather firmly and unable to do much. Besides, it was more focused on the water trough in front of it.

The street was empty, and Ned's Saloon doors were shut. A bad combination.

Ducking back down she called out to be mysterious lizard saviour, "Hey, up there, can you see inside the saloon?" She waited with held breath, fearing a hostage situation.

Which just so happened to be exactly what was going on.

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Two smoking emptied rounds clattered into a pocket that had made for a distressing opening salvo for a small kobold. Her small supply of lead filled the 10 round tubular mag of her rifle. Vrisz wanted reserves of fear and got it in screams as she didn't have a reserve of kobold. At least until the stupid tallbloods figured out to get black dragon ammo out with a knife. With them still able to hop around making death screams she figured their leathers took most of the bullet's momentum. She only had the distiller's .22 from the floorboards and the what ammo she could carry in his coat she stole.

The smaller dragonkin weren't stupid no matter what the tallbloods say! Literate kobold were resourceful creatures of brutal invention. She read every book she could get her hands on in the hut to see if it was useful. She went over rifle manuals in her head from the bounty she pillaged in the distiller's hovel that she'd read for weeks while using up his bottles. Though she didn't have the tools anymore having to move on when she saw him traveling closer. Somewhere there was a whiskey still and glassware with a flavor surprise as tangy as the sounds coming out of those two bandits.

The notion of human liqueur made her mouth water and the sound was also from bandits messing up the bar she wanted to go to! She could see them throwing tables and chairs around. If they hurt the liquor mix maker she'll pee on their emptied skulls! Then as the last clack of loading rounds hit Vrisz heard the woman calling out from beneath her and stood aside the window to hear. She peeked out of the window to look at the bar worried for the liquor.

Vrisz's eyes caught a bottle heading to the sill of a window then smash. Trapping the window with glass while wasting good alcohol! Someone had wounded the bartender but she didn't think badly she didn't see blood and the arm still worked. There were thugs banging on upstairs doors trying to get in. Taverns had thick doors he wasn't getting in easy but someone valuable must be hiding there. Vrisz had a vantage from here to most of the second floor hallway and some of the bar from the second floor windows. There were thugs flipping over tables for cover and scattering more perfectly good booze. All facing the street though and she could see a long light from a side door on the floor. Hm.

The squeaky kobold voice had a bit of anger in it this time and her eye shine was a little more red from rising blood pressure, "They've trapped the windows by wasting the drink! Gonna pee on their empty skulls! Someone upstairs beating down doors and they're all hiding behind tables! I see square light on the floor. Go in the side and shoot them in the tail!"

Vrisz didn't have a terribly good vantage point on the bar floor from the gap between the bar windows on the first and second level plus the mezzanine. Shooting through the window would make her first bullet probably not hit. Best to hit the one not looking her way. Kneeling at the window on clawtip her tail braced backward onto the joist floor and took aim at the one trying to beat down the door. Big fella versus solid tavern door. She timed the first round with his impact with the door shattering glass shards toward the bar floor as the bullet went a little wild. The second came tailing after it aiming at the thigh serving as the anchor. Make the tallblood crawl. Wasting the liquor she wanted to steal!

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An eyebrow arched as the Sheriff listened to her mysterious reptilian guardian. The bottles meant two things, first that each window was a deathtrap for your feet, and secondly whatever incendiary round the Kobold was using was now extremely dangerous. Sydney punched the hitching post in frustration as she heard just how many bandits were in there. This was such a nightmare.

No one in law enforcement, even in a bloody place like Siren, wanted a hostage standoff.

Immeditaely a vague layout of the bar formed in her mind, she quickly filled it with the best image of the scene inside she could. As her mind travelled through each room she positioned little mental markers in the most sensible place for cover, or ambush. They added up way to quickly, and she swore again.

That was when her nice mental image shattered with the roars of the lizard' s old musket

For a second time panic set in, and she yelled up at the creature. "Are you completely insane?" Her normally gruff tone had gone shrill. "Those floor are coated in Moonshine!" Readying her .44 she popped up, glancing over the saddle. She half expected to see it half ablaze, but somehow it still stood.

Sydney was about to knock on wood when things got worse, again.

The Raiders shoved a hostage just outside the saloon doors, and she could see that just behind each stood a thug with what looked like - of all things- blunderbusses. Each trained dead center on the back of the hostage's skull. "Fan-Goddamn-Tastic." was all she could think. This whole thing was about to explode in her face.

Of course if she so much as said the wrong thing, that woman was going to be painting the next city block a nice deep reddish. And then it was a straight shoot out.

She glanced down at her bandoiler, tweleve shots left, and probably twenty Raiders in need of abrupt lead poisoning. She swore under her breath again, but clammed up fast as the hostage spoke.

"Hel-llo..?" She was clearly nervous, and when she took one step too far one of the thugs yanked her back by the hair. He seemed to whisper to her for a second before shoving her away again. Sydney did not like this. "I'm sup..Supposed to tell you to, uh.." she visibly shrugged. "Go away?"

"Oi, stop bloody studdering, and say it like you mean it!" Hissed a voice from behind her.

The puzzled woman could do nothing but "oblige" her captors. "Go away!" Sydney had absolutely no idea how to respond to the sheer stupidity. Like with most things she opted to be blunt. "No." The hostage froze, as did the thugs.

There was a sort of collective pause as each person looked from one to the next. The Raider to her left scratched his head. The poor hostage turned to face the two, offering a shrug. "I tried?" "Bullocks you tried," he gestured his primitive shotgun towards her. "Ask her why the bloody hell not." The other Raider nodded vigoursly. The hostage complied, turning back to the sheriff in dismay.

"Why not?", she croaked.

Sydney honestly blinked. She was used to moronic would-be gunslingers trying to cheat at "duels", but this was insanity. "Because I'm the damn Sheriff!" she barked.

"She's got a point there, Steve."

"I know she's got a bloody point youu git. Shut up, I'm in charge of hostages this time."

"More like in charge of assholeishness. If you ask me."

Their captive honestly debated just bolting at that point, but as if they could sense her sudden boldness the one called Steve leveled his Blunderbuss square at her eye. "Tell 'er we've got hostages." "They've got hosta-" "Loads." "-Loads of hostages." Her eyes visibly rolled.

"I know that." Again the hostage turned to her captors with a shrug. "She's got you ther-" BANG like the deepest thunder Steve's blunderboss belched forth a spray of flames, and lead. The other Raider went flying, smashing against the nearby wall with a sickening crack. He huddled there, oozing blood from his shredded chest.

Suddenly this got a whole lot more real to Sydney, and she shuddered. Well, at least it was one less Raider, but the sudden escalation put everyone inside in a lot more danger. She focused her attention on the Kobold apove.

"Can you see what it is they're after?"

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Seth was drunk. He knew that much. Now the problem was he originally hadn't thought he was all that drunk, but some how he was sitting in the middle of a hostage situation with the barrel of a gun pointed at him. Not immediately at him, but in his general area, enough to make him question just how drunk he was. He usually had to be very drunk to get himself in this sort of situation. That or Daisy was involved, and he knew Daisy wasn't here right now.

"This is why you shouldn't drink Seth." he mumbled to himself quietly.

Somebody shot through a window or door, Seth wasn't sure exactly, but he was sure that one of the raiders was hit. There was shouting outside, and then two guys picked a random poor woman and dragged her out to the street.

"You guys are good at this." he remarked. The barrel pointed less 'in his direction' and more 'in his face' to which he raised his hands in mock surrender. "Yeah, yeah." The raider seemed to accept this response as the barrel continued making its rounds. He still had both his plasma pistol and his .45, they were really bad at this.

"But, no, you guys are really good. Like, do you offer lessons?" Seth spoke up again, and again the barrel returned to him, "I'm just, you know, wondering."

"You got a death wish?" the voice attached to the barrel asked.

"Do you see the place I'm drinking? Let's be honest-" BANG Seth flinched before realizing that the shot had come from outside. Both he and the barrel turned to see one of the raiders who had gone outside slump to the floor. "You guys are really good at this." Seth smiled.

The setting changes from The Township of Siren to The O'Malley Pub

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Character Portrait: Vrisz Coalhammer Character Portrait: Kekkonen The Kobold Character Portrait: Deidre O'Hara
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The sound of an opening door with distant howling then silence introduced a tic-tack noise of toe-claws as another entered the bar. A cyan slit-eyed kobold in an improvised insulated trenchcoat looked about then over at the other kobold. Leather hood pulled back shows a wyrmcrowned head with several spiral horns among the fine cornflower blue scales. Though a faint moving shaded pattern broke her silhouette with random black speckling appearing among scales. Most of her garb looked assembled from various bits of other larger clothing but adeptly so with robust stitching. Her pack was small though a large musket sticks out of some strange wood carved with relief and . Some chaotic war scene only apparent at close range the fine detail leaving it looking otherwise worn, scruffy, and improvised as herself. Weapons used by arcane gunslingers were less specific about material quality and ammo even if she was a sniper. The compact stock super-shorty peeking out one side of her pack looked far more conventional.

Her cough deepened from a smooth if frozen soprano as her complexion paled in a squirm of frigid flesh unconsciously moving to imitate Kekonnen if at a foot taller.

She mutters darkly in some distant accent, "Fine'ly warm. Why's it hadda be on a planet where air's face stabbin!"

Vrisz walked over and sat down opposite Kekkonen his own voice if said with a shiver but in Vrisz's accented slang, "I'm here but I'm freezin! Take a minute 'fore I can feel my scales again to get out of yer skin. Least the cold mirror didn't shrink m'clothes off this time."

Currently grey-white hands reached into her leather coat to take out a silver piece and looked to Deidre, "Hot caff! N' milk."

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#, as written by Rulke
Deidre walked over to prepare both, not often you saw two kobolds one was mad enough. Shrugging she would turn on the kettle to boil the water while grabbing a tray. Grabbing champagne flute she poured from Pinot Noir. The water now boiled she prepared the coffee being sure to keep it decaffeinated. Finishing she walked over to finally reply, "New Canton huh, every time Northlight Government sent anyone to that rock they have never returned, so hell mend ya, Kobold."

Shrugging she would hand him the flute before turning to the other, "Welcome to O'Malley, the only place in Northlight where --- oh fuck it... I ain't O'Malley times are bad and just pay with coin and you can do what you want." sighing, she shook her head before giving the mug over, "Kek, if you do actually manage to solve New Canton issue, you will be richly reimbursed no doubt... because we desperately need New Canton reopened as it was the main spaceport as Lochcrest locked itself tighter than a Nun's Virginity." rolling her eyes she would pick up a glass from a nearby table and start cleaning with her bone-dry cloth, "Just both of you behave and you can do whatever you wish, but no fucking in my bar, I may be only one here, but you want to screw, go do it elsewhere, I don't have wishes to hear or see the O-Face of your species."

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"Fucking? Hah! I wouldn't dream of it... I think." Said Kekonnen, trailing off. There was an awkward silence for a moment, then Kekonnen started drinking his wine. "Get lost, lady, we have important business to discuss, and I've tipped you enough", he hissed at the barkeep, flustered. "Besides, who serves Pinot out of a champagne flute?"

He took out a tablet and opened an interactive topographic map of the surrounding area, and described the mission and all of it's involved dangers. Everything from the temperatures, to past mission reports (they all resulted in failure), to even the wind advisory in effect. No detail was spared. However, from the rim of his wine glass, he saw Vrisz, and couldn't tell if she was paying attention to the graphic or to him. Either works perfect, he thought to himself.

He couldn't believe himself: he was drunk enough, after only 2 ales and half a glass of wine, to have such unprofessional thoughts.

He wrapped up after half an hour of briefing, and said, "We leave for New Canton immediately. I suggest you doggy-bag any leftovers, and we'll hit the road." He twirled the keys of his snowmobile in his claws, and left, leaving behind 2 silver coins as payment for the barkeep.

"You coming or not?"

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The darkening twin of Kekkonen took a swig of coffee pouring the rest into a thermos from her trenchcoat. Warm enough in here she numb flesh slowly slipped out from imitation of a kobold in proximity. She'd tried to force it out once and ended up a painful hodgepodge till she started a fire. Just let it ride nowadays.

Pale horns on her head split from flesh to spiral out as she turned to Deidre with a toothy smile, "Ha! So freezin' this place is e'll be on his own bottom! 'anks fer tha coffee! Gotta go where the other thievies ain't been. Good stuff always the risky stuff."

She snerks at Kekonnen while screwing on the thermos top her voice rising away from his pitch, "Fancy boy! Knowin' cham-pagne glasses from whatever the stuff sposta go in. 'least y'ell know the good stuff to take. Never got a taste for it."

Kobolds not one for personal space she peeks over his shoulder to look at the tablet as her skin quivered the cornflower blue shloshing over her frame as bones turned back to normal. While a kobold of simpler tastes she had a keen sniper's eye darting between overlook positions on the topo map and taking mental note.

Then she side eyed him a smooth squeakless soprano pitch, "Gonna needa get better pants anna tail sock with that temp lyin on snow. M' weapon's feywild. Needa speak fiddlysmooth sylvan iffin I'm gonna shoot ma rifle instead 'a gun. Ain't gonna happen if I'm stuck with your throat, eh!"

She flipped her leathery half-insulated hood up, "Ain't gotta walk? I like ya already! Stupid frozen tallblood leather boots in the drifts, nothin to scav for bolds!"

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"Fancy boy, eh? It only gets fancier from here." Kekkonen (half)jokingly swooned.

Kekkonen could tell Vrisz was at least mildly interested in him. At least.

"Anyway, of course we're not gonna fuckin' walk. Not in this weather, anyway. Plus, the ship containing our co-workers is due in 5 hours, and it might take more to walk to New Canton." Kekkonen felt self-conscious about his deeper-than-usual voice. As a hatchling, he was ridiculed for having a (for a Kobold) low voice. His ex-employer, a great red dragon, once joked he 'smoked three packs a day'.

He slipped on a particularly thick white fur tailsock intended for extended travel over his thin, more social tailsock he wore for indoor settings. He threw his hood on his head and rubbed his gloved hands together before driving off with Vrisz to New Canton: Pistol in sock and assault rifle readily accessible. He went pretty fast and made sure to go over plenty of snow drifts on the way to get maximum airtime, though Vrisz did land on his tail a few times. Ouch.

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Character Portrait: Vrisz Coalhammer Character Portrait: Kekkonen The Kobold Character Portrait: Veronica Crowe Character Portrait: Clumohne Phisnore Character Portrait: CEO Wilson Colk
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Radio Static sounded from Mr Colk's comm system. Then...

"This is Kekkonen. I can confirm I am en route to New Canton with Vrisz, and will be expecting the payment of 500,000 in my off-shore bank account by the time I get to New Canton. Over"

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Riding was less cold than she'd thought though she wrapped a heavy bit of leather in her pack around her head. It helped with the wind though as rough and craggy as the old heavy leather was it made a very good case for being a brown rock than a bluish kobold. Hooting at the airtime she made a similar note of pain in landing her particulars on his tail even if it was in a tail sock. The second time she loosed a vulgarity in sylvan then grabbed his tail and fidgeted to put it upward between them.

Over the roar of the hot engine her voice was barely audible while rearranging his tail though it had a spark of mischievous spirit, "Oi! That thing's gotta move yer hurtin the important bits, gimmie! Ha! Know what 'bold I see the tallbloods keepin' stuff put."

While it would be difficult to see the cyan eyes focusing downward from the driving position it was more clear what she meant when leaning forward again. Reorganizing to something more mammalian his tail stuck up through the trenchcoat and over her shoulder. Threaded over her inner coat between a new pair of unusual fluff rather obvious. It kept her from landing on his tail though instead it shuffed through and over her shoulder instead.

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Kekkonen parked near a hill and dismounted the snowmobile, leaving the keys in his pocket. He took out a pair of binoculars and scanned his surroundings.

He came back down and started a campfire. He was roasting s'mores and a rabbit he caught near the hill. He ripped the cooked rabbit in half and put it on a paper plate with s'mores. He handed it to Vrisz. "Here you g-...", he paused. What in tarnation, this damn shapeshifter has a pair of... tits. Obviously, unless you frequent e621, you know this is most unusual for a kobold. "Um...", but Kekkonen had nothing to say. There was just an awkward silence, the scent of s'mores, and the crackling of a fire.

The setting changes from New Canton to The Sigma Fleet

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If Clumohne noticed his irritation her face didn't move at all in just meeting his gaze and listening intently until he finished, "What you do with the packages after I deliver them isn't something I'm paid for so I don't care about knowing of it. Your conditions are satisfactory; the opinions of the packages will be of no interest. The Gardener crew will do as they're told and keep secrets even if they might object. I'll need to know containment procedures for each package if not included. The why isn't important but otherwise some breakage of packages may occur."

A light shift of her shoulders nothing in the tiefling sparked empathy or even a care for their personage within her voice, "The crew's silence is a part of my contract with the mercs I selected from Nemesis. The packages will be communications isolated as best as I am able."

She looked over the tablet considering the job remote location with possible hostiles and arbitrary recovery. She didn't do field work preferring to manage others that did that. The Gardener ship had several covert systems they were maintaining if not a full field cloak by the system readouts. The not so small armory and mercs to hold a LZ and move cargo could be useful.

She made a counter-offer, "As for Cryo I'm a handler of specops not the front line, Mr Colk. I can offer cloaked field support at Cryo and hostile LZ extraction for the mission but not the direct survey by my person as stated. I'm sure I have a heavy weapons specialist among the Gardener crew I could subcontract for you. They can carry heavy cargo, have their own emplacement-class munitions, and extreme environmental tolerance. The bug in question can take payment as it maintains goodwill for my cover used for the package transport."

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She looked down and laughed as she relaxed the bones and flesh pulling backward like elastic her slit-eyes dilated in amusement, "Eehee, what? Otherwise I hadda hold your tail still. Tallbloods all have 'em an' I get jealous stealin' from the high paid tallblood tarts ya know! 20 gold jus' for a night of bad makeup and bangin' with biguns, damn it! Easy money if the damn tallbloods weren't so stingy!"

Sat by the warm fire she took the plate and put it down for a moment to reach back and tighten her top eying the food, "Anyway, don't work right besides seein' the 'bold ancestry ain't got genes for it. Hey... is that choco sweets?"

Grabbing the smore she undid the leathery scarf to stuff the sweet in her mouth making odd movements with her jaw trying to chew not-meat with her pointed white teeth. After a moment it was clear it ended up stuck to the roof of her snout and trying to peel it back off.

"Trmied to marke tallblood-teeth once. No good.", she mumbled trying to get the smore bits from the stuck position.

The setting changes from New Canton to Frozen Valley

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#, as written by Rulke
Cryo not quite a Hell Hole but full of its lawless elements.

Cryo a snow covered tundra where the blizzards chill will kill quicker than a bullet in this desolate planet.

Cryo your destination currently…

Only a few areas could be called home in this place.

One is Northlight by far the safest city and most advanced. Though with your reputation, your unlikely to gain entry and it’s not your mission.

Lochcrest is the final populated area and by far the most illegal law-breaking area on the planet. Rumours of Illegal Mech Fighting tournaments combined with a general view of the people on the planet of outsiders due to past skirmishes with many races intent on conquering them

New Canton the most friendly area on Cryo and generally considered go-between for Northlight has gone completely dark, no communications for years now.

Outside New Canton is your destination New Canton LogicRoad Facility.

What you is known about LogicRoad is that they are Pharmaceutical Company who have franchises all over the galaxy. They are not known to ever hire on Mercenaries like they have here. Any searches for information on them outside of usually only turns up nothing of worth. Eros Fletcher seems to be on the up and up by all accounts.

Yet, the rumours persist.

You know all this, which is nothing yet you agreed to the terms and picked up by a Massive Transport Dropship.

Around you see others who took it, there appears to be a guy made out of muscles, a woman with obvious cybernetic implants, a red-haired woman who appears to be the medic. A fairly normal looking soldier who appears the most comfortable in this, a woman fiddling with devices in her lap and someone of Hispanic origin who has a huge box next to him labelled DANGEROUS

Everyone seems capable, but in reality, most of you probably hate having so little information on the actual details of this.

The thrumming of the engine from the transport is only sound other than beeping and bloops from the software used by one of the players.

From your vantage point, you can see the planet from the window, a huge globe where the ice is evident from even this high.

Hope you wrapped up warm.

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In the darkest corner of the transport sat a lone silver haired woman checking over her rifle one last time. She had barely spoken the whole trip. But then the bounty hunter Raven Hawke never had been much of a talker. She was here for two reasons... One was the money, two was the fact that she was bored and needed something to do... This mission was the perfect thing..

Across from Raven sat a group of mercenaries. The patches on their black combat armor clearly marked them as The Black Suns. They sat in a small circle chatting quietly about the upcoming mission. There was six of them all together The leader a pale woman named Kyria Nadine. With her where two male troopers, a female engineer that was tinkering on a flying drone, a female sniper, and a female mage.

Both the bounty hunter and the mercs looked more than ready to go as the transport neared the planet.

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It wasn't until the lights on board the shuttle flickered on that Storm Shadow would be revealed to the other passengers. A Dark Green Visor hid his eyes, the rest of his body hidden by the helmet and the nano-suit covering his body. As usual, his HUD was hard at work examining everything going on around him, pointing out various weak-points and possible weaknesses to those that would call themselves his allies in this mission. He had his own reasons for being here, of course... but that was for him to know. With his knife at the small of his back, his pistol on his thigh, and katana and rifle on his back, Storm Shadow was ready for anything. He didn't feel the cold of the weather due to his nano suit, and doubted anything would hurt him on this journey. Nothing really did anymore anyway.

A couple of Kobolds, he heard, and other magically gifted beings, as well as some soldiers of some kind would be on this mission. All mercs. Well this would be interesting to say the least. Using what little knowledge he retained from when Draco inhabited his body, Storm Shadow knew that the Kobolds were often-times sub-subservient to Dragons, and that Draco often employed corrupted ones that made these ones look like ants by comparison.

<< Your thoughts seem distant. >> the voice of Storm Shadow's new personal AI said to only him, no one else able to hear the feminine voice. Her Face appearing on his HUD with her voice. << Care to explain? >> After a few seconds, the HUD Focused on someone from LogicRoad, the whole reason Ereb Industries had sent an expeditionary unit out here. And the whole reason they all died, in the end.

Storm Shadow's silence helped answered her question, and she crossed her arms, nodding in understanding, fading out from his HUD for now, bringing up a map of the area around them, triangulating the point the pair were looking for: A long-lost Ereb Industries Expeditionary ship. << It seems that the path these mercs have chosen to take will lead you near the ship. Suggestion: Try not to kill them? >> the AI giggled in his ears. She had a morbid, flirty sense of humor, and with a few additions to his nano-suit was able to project herself when she felt like she wanted to be seen by other people besides Storm Shadow.

Crossing his arms, Storm Shadow managed a smirk behind his helmet, the shuttle would be landing soon.

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A small mounted cargo container, absent identifying marks, came to humming hydraulic life. They'd up and fired Jaunt at the station in a loaded up container to move him to the destination. Another ship another day. High soldiers could hold their breath for hours sleeping in hard-vacuum. A small scrubber and external sensor-vent on the inside took care of that instead. A little stale but pressurized to match external when possible.

Jaunt could tell the drop from cruising altitude by the barometer chirping across RF. He set to mounting his things to a combat harness tethered to his back. Time to pop the box for landing. The false matriarch arranged this job that paid good cash from logicroad for the mission. After helping a trader matriarch where he had to bring his own autocannon this one had a weapons foundry. Even energy weapons so handy since there wasn't likely supplies on Cryo.

So he brought as much hardware from the armory as he could fit on his harnesses. The low-soldier quartermasters elated to help a soldier of the High Matriarch. Two bandoliers held paired incendiary grenades where his arms could reach them. The combat top-plate and miasma proximity resistor fends off a bit of kinetic weapons. A sawtooth-mounted las-ripper intended for use by three man teams on a tripod. A breech-style combat grenade launcher and a regenerator plasma pistol for reserve. Asked for heavy weapons, False Matriarch got heavy weapons. Utilities were a moderate sized humming armored pack strapped under his thorax. A high transient capacity fusion supply for hardware. Without external display the pack used scarab hard case with reinforced heatsinks. Everything wired for Quietus the transceiver alongside his cephalothorax addressed everything.

Soft shuffs of bristles and plasteel jostle came with ruddy-colored spider legs. Sharp blade arms that popped a cargo access and saw Jaunt maneuver to the passenger deck. Four legs planted astride a window he ignored the other mercs and looked out at the city. Cold out there. Air temp on Cryo was real cold, real cold. But between the insulating top-plate and the power supply air temps didn't worry him too much. Their second problem running fast for long was shedding heat anyhow. Jaunt was content to wait and observe the landscape and no more talkative than the rest of them.