Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 14, 2018 15:42:23 GMT -5
Space Vegas. A breeding hole for gamblers, addicts, gangsters, murderers and much, much more. Some came for the casinos, in some vain attempt to win it big and leave with millions. Some came for entertainment, for the giant casinos on the planet offered many places...and many avenues with which one could pleasure themselves. Man, woman, definitely not child, it didn't matter much. Most came to this planet with the idea of fun in mind, touring the beautiful upper levels of the city, staying in posh hotels, staring in awe at grand shopping centers, and spending your life's savings at the galaxy renown casinos. Originally started as a human colony, Space Vegas became an entertainment hub for the galaxy at large. While humans are still considered the "natives" of the planet, many Xenos have found their way to the planet over the course of decades, taking up residence, making for quite a diverse population.
However, underneath all the glam and glitter, was a dark, seedy underbelly.
The Lower Districts of Space Vegas didn't hold a candle to the Upper Districts. The tourism industry of the planet had long since given up on the lower levels, encouraging all visitors to steer clear of the lower levels and to remain in the sanctioned area, with the Vegas Police keeping the upper levels safe from criminals foolish enough to disrupt the peace. On a planet whose government is essentially ruled by the big corporations who run the economy, all resources are poured into what could benefit those corporations and their territory, leaving little behind for the masses who inhabit the rest of the planet. Buildings in disrepair, small children begging for food on the streets, and shady characters running around in dark overcoats.
It was a perfect place to hide away. And a perfect place to recruit.
After his run in with Crusher Corps, Kamui had found himself in quite a bad situation. Scared shitless by the fact that they had incurred the wrath of Crusher Corps, more than half his crew had deserted, with even more being killed during the actual invasion, including two of his Lieutenants, who passed away due to wounds suffered during the ordeal. Thus, in the course of twenty four hours he merely had a third of the crew that he originally had. Luckily, he had managed to strike a deal with Emperor Cam, the likes of which could potentially lead to him being recruited into the Crusher Corps. A rather...interesting situation, and one that Kamui wasn't sure he liked. Cam had certainly gained Kamui's respect, but he wasn't sure where he stood in the Kabochan's eyes. As an associate or as a tool to use until his use had evaporated. Cam had showed that he cared for his men, even to the point where he himself had responded to the ship that Kamui had raided, and defended it against Kamui's pirates. But...was he an associate? Or just a tool? That was where the conflict rested. He wasn't sure quite where he lied in the grand scheme of things.
But that wasn't the problem right now. Now, he had to augment his troops once more. Recruit from the depths of Dark District scum. And this time, he would be more picky with who he recruited. He had a lot of spineless fools within his group last time, those who doubted Kamui's ability to lead. Not again. He would never allow such cowardice within his ranks again.
As for his Lieutenants, he already had that situation handled.
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"Commander. Are you sure this is a good idea? He's a galactic psycho." Amon-Ra asked, positioned to Kamui's right flank as they walked through the empty streets of town. Amon-Ra, a rather proud Heran, was the newest addition to Kamui's inner circle. Dubbed as one of Kamui's two new Lieutenants, Amon-Ra had quickly curried favor with the Changeling as a rational advisor, proving an overall voice of reason amongst the Lieutenants. He was easily identifiable by his long, green hair and the rather large and ornate spear he constantly had by his side.
"You worry too much, Amon. If he truly proves too unstable to handle, we kill him and move on." R'Krayt said, walking on Kamui's left side. Krayt was another recent addition to the team, and Kamui's third Lieutenant. A Saiyan that Kamui had recruited on Salmo months ago, who had worked his way up within the ranks as a fierce fighter of sound mind, who lived for the battlefield. He tended to be a bit blunt, and rather simple, but his battle instincts were sound, and he tended to be rather resourceful, capable of taking down opponents with power levels much higher than his, although such did not happen often.
"Krayt, Amon, it will be fine. I know who I am recruiting. I do not need you both to make suggestions on the matter." Kamui said, silencing the two immediately. They both knew that Kamui's preferences for soldiers were...different now. He didn't want just pure scum anymore. He wanted mercenaries. Soldiers. Those with a true purpose and vision. Professionals.
Howling Tempest Crew. A trivial name for a time long past. Hydrus...that will be my new designation for this new crew.
Hydrus. Named after a legendary water serpent on legend, known mostly to humans. A simple name, but fitting ultimately. An old tale relating to resurrection and bursting free from the chains of restriction. Just as the Howling Tempests had re-risen, and re-purposed. Reborn, in a way.
Eventually, the trio stopped in front of the door to the The Lucky Scoundrel, a rather rundown looking bar at the edge of the Eastern Territory, gang laden territory belonging to the Pit Viper mafia, a rather prominent gang within this sector. Here was their local watering hole, where gangsters and alcoholics alike (with both designations often meshing together) gathered to drink their sorrows away. A place where one could go just to disappear.
"Krayt, are you sure he's here?"
R'Krayt nodded, gesturing to the door,"He's a galactic terrorist, wanted twelve times over. Saiyan Dominion and him didn't end on very good terms. Social outcast. Massive destruction on Tech Tech. I swear to you, my contacts said he's here."
His eyes were immediately greeted by the sight of at least thirty scoundrels, dressed in garb of varying quality. His nostrils were greeted with the sour scent of too many unwashed bodies, as well as the smell of various drugs and cigarettes that shouldn't have been lit inside the rather flammable tavern comprised mostly of wood, but were lit anyway.
Heads turned, focusing on Kamui and his entourage. There were many strange fellows that came in, but the sight of a Space Pirate decked out in weird, multicolored Bio Armor and a rather expensive scouter, flanked by a Heran and a Saiyan weren't exactly common occurrences. But in this part of town, it was better to mind your own business than to get involved in something that could ultimately get you killed.
As Kamui searched the crowds, he activated his advanced scouter. He had uploaded a digital dossier of the man he was searching for. Including a front and back profile of his target. All he needed, was to identify his face, and then approach him.
With a wave of his hand, Amon-Ra and R'Krayt walked away from him, slowly making their way around the place.
They had to find him.
They had to find Nullian, the Galactic Terrorist.
Word Count: 1,253 | @aubus
However, underneath all the glam and glitter, was a dark, seedy underbelly.
The Lower Districts of Space Vegas didn't hold a candle to the Upper Districts. The tourism industry of the planet had long since given up on the lower levels, encouraging all visitors to steer clear of the lower levels and to remain in the sanctioned area, with the Vegas Police keeping the upper levels safe from criminals foolish enough to disrupt the peace. On a planet whose government is essentially ruled by the big corporations who run the economy, all resources are poured into what could benefit those corporations and their territory, leaving little behind for the masses who inhabit the rest of the planet. Buildings in disrepair, small children begging for food on the streets, and shady characters running around in dark overcoats.
It was a perfect place to hide away. And a perfect place to recruit.
After his run in with Crusher Corps, Kamui had found himself in quite a bad situation. Scared shitless by the fact that they had incurred the wrath of Crusher Corps, more than half his crew had deserted, with even more being killed during the actual invasion, including two of his Lieutenants, who passed away due to wounds suffered during the ordeal. Thus, in the course of twenty four hours he merely had a third of the crew that he originally had. Luckily, he had managed to strike a deal with Emperor Cam, the likes of which could potentially lead to him being recruited into the Crusher Corps. A rather...interesting situation, and one that Kamui wasn't sure he liked. Cam had certainly gained Kamui's respect, but he wasn't sure where he stood in the Kabochan's eyes. As an associate or as a tool to use until his use had evaporated. Cam had showed that he cared for his men, even to the point where he himself had responded to the ship that Kamui had raided, and defended it against Kamui's pirates. But...was he an associate? Or just a tool? That was where the conflict rested. He wasn't sure quite where he lied in the grand scheme of things.
But that wasn't the problem right now. Now, he had to augment his troops once more. Recruit from the depths of Dark District scum. And this time, he would be more picky with who he recruited. He had a lot of spineless fools within his group last time, those who doubted Kamui's ability to lead. Not again. He would never allow such cowardice within his ranks again.
As for his Lieutenants, he already had that situation handled.
"Commander. Are you sure this is a good idea? He's a galactic psycho." Amon-Ra asked, positioned to Kamui's right flank as they walked through the empty streets of town. Amon-Ra, a rather proud Heran, was the newest addition to Kamui's inner circle. Dubbed as one of Kamui's two new Lieutenants, Amon-Ra had quickly curried favor with the Changeling as a rational advisor, proving an overall voice of reason amongst the Lieutenants. He was easily identifiable by his long, green hair and the rather large and ornate spear he constantly had by his side.
"You worry too much, Amon. If he truly proves too unstable to handle, we kill him and move on." R'Krayt said, walking on Kamui's left side. Krayt was another recent addition to the team, and Kamui's third Lieutenant. A Saiyan that Kamui had recruited on Salmo months ago, who had worked his way up within the ranks as a fierce fighter of sound mind, who lived for the battlefield. He tended to be a bit blunt, and rather simple, but his battle instincts were sound, and he tended to be rather resourceful, capable of taking down opponents with power levels much higher than his, although such did not happen often.
"Krayt, Amon, it will be fine. I know who I am recruiting. I do not need you both to make suggestions on the matter." Kamui said, silencing the two immediately. They both knew that Kamui's preferences for soldiers were...different now. He didn't want just pure scum anymore. He wanted mercenaries. Soldiers. Those with a true purpose and vision. Professionals.
Howling Tempest Crew. A trivial name for a time long past. Hydrus...that will be my new designation for this new crew.
Hydrus. Named after a legendary water serpent on legend, known mostly to humans. A simple name, but fitting ultimately. An old tale relating to resurrection and bursting free from the chains of restriction. Just as the Howling Tempests had re-risen, and re-purposed. Reborn, in a way.
Eventually, the trio stopped in front of the door to the The Lucky Scoundrel, a rather rundown looking bar at the edge of the Eastern Territory, gang laden territory belonging to the Pit Viper mafia, a rather prominent gang within this sector. Here was their local watering hole, where gangsters and alcoholics alike (with both designations often meshing together) gathered to drink their sorrows away. A place where one could go just to disappear.
"Krayt, are you sure he's here?"
R'Krayt nodded, gesturing to the door,"He's a galactic terrorist, wanted twelve times over. Saiyan Dominion and him didn't end on very good terms. Social outcast. Massive destruction on Tech Tech. I swear to you, my contacts said he's here."
His eyes were immediately greeted by the sight of at least thirty scoundrels, dressed in garb of varying quality. His nostrils were greeted with the sour scent of too many unwashed bodies, as well as the smell of various drugs and cigarettes that shouldn't have been lit inside the rather flammable tavern comprised mostly of wood, but were lit anyway.
Heads turned, focusing on Kamui and his entourage. There were many strange fellows that came in, but the sight of a Space Pirate decked out in weird, multicolored Bio Armor and a rather expensive scouter, flanked by a Heran and a Saiyan weren't exactly common occurrences. But in this part of town, it was better to mind your own business than to get involved in something that could ultimately get you killed.
As Kamui searched the crowds, he activated his advanced scouter. He had uploaded a digital dossier of the man he was searching for. Including a front and back profile of his target. All he needed, was to identify his face, and then approach him.
With a wave of his hand, Amon-Ra and R'Krayt walked away from him, slowly making their way around the place.
They had to find him.
They had to find Nullian, the Galactic Terrorist.
Word Count: 1,253 | @aubus
