--Rhana Vi'korr--"What I supposed to do here?"
"That depends on your skills." said the woman, "What did you do out there?"
"I hunt the creatures." said Rhana trying to find the right words, "We followed them and killed them."
"There's a few jobs you could do that are very similar to that. Xeno-control is always looking for people who know how to find the creatures that find their way into-"
The woman stopped for a moment, touching the thing in her ear. After a moment she turned back as if nothing had happened.
"We appear to have a perfect job for you. It involves tracking, requires no prior education and it also includes lodging, unlike the Xeno-control job."
Rhana nodded, unsure.
"I'll just mark you down for the job and you can start today." The woman typed for a few minutes, printed a slip of paper and passed it to Rhana. "Just give that to the pilot when you enter the VT through that door."
Rhana did as she was told and entered the winged vehicle the woman had called the VT.
The pilot didn't wait for anyone else, he just started the engines and began to fly with a casual "You'll be there before you know it." over his shoulder. As they dropped into one of the pits Rhana wondered what flying would feel like in this place.
HP: 85
Lv:1
XP: 40
Inventory: spiked gloves (worn, slightly damaged), 2 throwing axes.
Equipped: tribal clothing.
--April Eploc--"Yeah, just got transported in." April wondered what the contract area would be. Would it be a customer, a general base for mercenaries, would she have to (ugh) fill out a ton of paperwork or crap? Upon thinking about it, she definitely hoped it was a customer- a base for mercenaries seemed ...unlikely, to say the least. She didn't find it realistic at all that a bunch of mercenaries would share the same space, although it could certainly lead to some interesting events!
But a customer would be (hopefully) the most exciting, she'd get herself a mission! Well, then again, it would be rather disappointing if it was yet another senseless killing (she always refused those), or if the client rejected her for looking too young. Oh well.
"How are the trees so green if ash is everywhere outside and we have an artificial sun?" she asked the driver boredly. She'd keep waiting for the rest of the drive.
"Well," the driver said, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. He pointed to the pseudo-sun, "That is just for light because of the thick ash clouds. All the heat and the power comes from the lava underneath us.
"As for the trees, someone tried to explain it to me once. The scientists apparently made the trees more like those trees in the wasteland. I think they're just fake trees though, just sounds easier."
The taxi turned off the main roads and descended the ramp into the Commons. Now April could see what made this city different. It was deeper, much deeper than the other cities seen. The buildings rose up from the streets, some even connecting with the roof of the Middle City.
"I saw that gun you were wavin' about," the driver said as he left the ramp, "If your plannin' to go down into the Undercity you may want to bring more than just that." He pulled up in front of an apartment building. "That'll be seventy-two credits."
April swiped her credit card and exited the taxi. She pulled out the contract and checked the address. This was the place.
HP: 40
Lv:1
XP: 20
Inventory: revolver (well-made, scoped), an extendable baton, a formal dress, concealed armour.
Equipped: Casual wear (pastel yellow shirt and matching skirt).
--Micelus of Dero I--"Yes actually. Would you know anyone in the market for a, ahem, bodyguard or perhaps someone with a dangerous task?"
After a few moments, Micelus also asked, "Also, are there any sights in this fair city of yours?"
"There's always someone trying to kill someone else in this city, you shouldn't have trouble finding one of these people if you look hard enough. As for sights; you've got the Spire, the heights and the pits. Everything else is a matter of who you know."
Micelus nodded and pulled out his contract and had another look. It was vague, "further details at pickup", but it had a good pay rate and, most importantly, weaponry is provided.
His rifle was military-issue. He wouldn't have been able to get it through registration.
He folded it and slid it back into his pocket. "My stop's just around this corner."
HP:60
Lv:1
XP: 100
Inventory: A knife.
Equipped: Casual gear.
--Nathan Ting--Nathan's curiosity was piqued. While he knew he should wait around, the package was tempting. He didn't often get them and he hadn't been expecting this one. It was... probably safe to open. Nevertheless, he got out a small pair of scissors to cut it open rather than tear it and went about seeing what was in it.]
Nathan found some scissors in his drawers and started to cut away the plastic covering the package.
Inside was a briefcase. Try as he might, Nathan could not find a way to open the briefcase. There was no lock, primitive or electronic, and no clamps on the outside to keep it shut.
Nathan slumped back into his office chair in defeat.
HP: 60
Lv:1
XP: 120
Inventory: compact pistol, PDA (custom), a formal suit for special occasions.
OOC: Aghh! My thumbs!
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