Post by Dorei on Jan 18, 2020 6:26:49 GMT -6
There are many kinds of people in the universe, some follow arch-types, some are so deprived they are beyond generalization and some... some are just bland as all hell. All living things have a set of standards, their views made by their ways of life and experiences... this was something Dorei had learned early on as he watched the mortals go about their lives. He had lived with many of them for so long they grew old and died... He had known friends who had lived full and fulfilling lives... some died with many regrets... Dorei had met good kids only to watch them grow up into villains... while others were the opposite. Bad to good... good to bed... and sometimes good to good with bad to bad... It was a big universe after all...
Today Dorei would understand this now more than ever, but the story had to be told first. It was a sunny day, bright and hot in the desert world of Jiupad. The run down town he was in had desperate souls of all kinds. Many beggars that lined the streets and many who ignored them. Orphans run rampant from being abandoned here and criminals of all kinds gathered to hide out among-st the rabble. It was a desolate world that held hardly any life that wasn't a predator of some kind, and it wasn't an uncommon story to hear that someone went into the wilds to die... This world was forgotten... and in that lost world held the hopeless.
Dorei had been hired by a C.E.O to hunt a technician who could help them engineer a brand new engine for transportation. The only problem was, the person in question was an outlaw of sorts, a rebel for from the world trade fleet... or at least was until the fleet had been disbanded. This left a lot of rebels free to run rampant and with the power vacuum, many were trying to grab what they could. Dorei was simply following the current and it had lead him here. A broker was in this town in particular, so he would be paying him a visit.
Or he would have if a beggar didn't grab hold of his jacket last minute. The hopeless one eyed man staring up in mute pleading for something, anything. Dorei simply sighing before brushing the man's hand away, but it was quickly replaced with a blade toward his stomach. Dorei was only barely able to escape from an ambush attack, the blade scraping his side and the ambusher cursing before going for another swing. He didn't get the chance however, as a now furious Dorei swung his fist full force into the man's arm. Instead of just breaking the man's arm however, the attack would completely wipe the man out. A blood mist being all that was left of the man. Unfortunately for the beggar, he would follow suit and in the end the killer for hire would be left standing there with his hair covering his eyes.
He didn't like killing desperate people like this... thats what he told himself. Yet he couldn't help but get a rush if only for a brief moment in his power. He felt a deep sickening satisfaction when he was able to completely annihilate his opponent, yet he didn't like that he enjoyed it. It was hypocritical and he despised that part of him. To attempt to ease his mind, Dorei would draw a cigarette from his pack in his pocket, lighting it as he went on about his way.
He wondered just how many lives he had taken like that, for attacking him. Their desperation blinding them to the threat they might be coming into arms with. He had turned his mind off for many of his killings, closing his heart to his victim's pleas and ignoring their pain. He supposed it was just... the way things were... but it didn't stop him from feeling particularly sick to his stomach.
As he neared the metal door in a run down area, the door rusted from all the sand and sun that buffeted it on a regular basis. He would press the button on the side wall, a speaking crackling to life after a few seconds. He imagined that the button let the person inside know someone was there, despite his hearing not picking up any noises. The speaker soon cracking loudly with the sound of the brokers voice.
"What do you want?"
The voice was rough, and sounded like an elderly woman. Dorei leaned down toward the speaker before talking into it.
"I'm here on business. I need to pick up a eluv brand."
A moment of silence would follow before the door would beep and then open. Dorei stepping into the door frame before glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching, and when sure he was alone, closed the door behind him. He was enveloped in darkness for a brief moment, only for bright lights to flicker on to show he was in a large hallway. On each side were holes, but he couldn't see into them without bending down. He suspected he wouldn't like what he saw if he did check and decided it would be best to get a move on. At the end of the long silver hall was a door, which slide open upon approach.
The door revealed a large room, wires all over the place, going from one place to the next, connecting one machine to another. Flashing lights emitting from all sorts of different machinery and at the back of the room was the elderly broker. Her tired eyes looking Dorei up and down as he entered. She was an alien of some kind, a mister of a rat, goat and what he could assume was rabbit. She had goat horns, the face of a rat and the ears of a goat. She was only about four feet tall, and her gnarled fingers spoke of her age to Dorei. She seemed frail, but behind those eyes was a calculating mind, one that told Dorei even now she didn't find him to be a threat. He believed it too, brokers were use to powerful beings meeting them and had many defenses set up to counter them. A powerful being was still vulnerable to poisons and air born toxins.
"Alright sonny, what is it ya want. I ain't cheap."
She said keeping her eyes on Dorei as he took a few steps forward, only to be met with an energy barrier.
"No further please, I know about you and that insane strength you have. I'd rather you NOT touch me."
Dorei simply held up his hands while he took a puff from his cigarette. His expression as laid back as ever.
"Ok ok. I understand. I am working for Telson Vhutyu. Looking for a technician by the name of Kulve Jou. Said she was here-"
"A week ago yea. I know her, arrogant wench demanded I work for a favor. I hope you got the money on you else You will find out the same way she did. I don't work for free boy."
Dorei really hated being called boy, his teeth clenching as he called him that. The old woman could see it too, and quickly shifted her posture.
"Yea, I got the credits... Just don't... call me boy again."
With that Dorei withdrew a card from his pocket before throwing it toward the woman. The card passing through a hole in the field and landing on the ground to come to a sliding halt in front of the old woman. She scooped it up before turning it over a few times to check it, then slide it into the machine. A small screen before her showing the price on it, and the elderly woman would give a faint smile before beginning to type on the computer. The field coming down and the big screen before her suddenly flashing a bright blue then turning to several listings. Dorei would walk up behind her as he watched the names scroll by. After a few moments, the elderly broker stopped on a woman.
The file being pulled up with several details upon it, Dorei quickly committing them to memory as he examined them. Seemed she ran a train on this planet, one that was several decades old if not centuries. It was an old mining train converted into a war machine a while back, and they used it to travel around the planet thanks to the tracks that were laid out. Apparently the tracks were used before the world was abandoned by corporations and the world trade fleet. Having depleted this world of its valuable resource for spaceship construction. With the tracks abandoned, the train was picked up by rebels and used to fight off the fleet. Apparently the weapons on it are quite powerful.
"So this wench is the one you are looking for yes? She was last seen leaving town a full two days ago."
The elder broker than pulled up several surveillance feeds that were at the train depot, but the train she was boarding was a simple cart, not the war train. This meant it was some where else and Dorei would need to find out where they had been and if they were still there.
"She and roughly forty five others are aboard the train."
Dorei would look down at the broker with a puzzled look.
"Roughly? Can't you find the exact numbers?"
The broker would snort in response, her eyes closing as she leaned back in her chair.
"I wish, but due to the things out in this desert, they tend to lose members on a regular, only to pick up stragglers and beggars to their cause. You'd be surprised the valuable things they bring in from the city ruins and old mines."
"So why sell out their head technician?"
Dorei as he looked down to the elderly broker who in turn looked up at him with an unamused look.
"Because you do not demand free things from me, then break my stuff when I say no to a favor. I don't care how desperate the person is."
Dorei had to admit he understood her reasoning, and as he looked at the picture of the woman, he wondered what sort of woman she was... She had white hair, spiky with feline like features. She wore a blue hoodie around her waist which was weird given the weather of this world, a red shirt that cut off around the midsection along with work pants and boots. But... something seemed off to Dorei. He didn't know what it was right off hand, but some part of him saw something wrong with the picture and yet he couldn't place it. However, before he could put more thought into it, the elder broker would turn the screen off.
"Ok, enough. You need me to write the information down?"
Dorei placed a hand to his chin in thought, but ultimately decided it would be best. He simply nodded, the broker soon turning to her computer in full before pressing a few keys and the machine to his right rumbled to life. Soon spitting out a device, sort of like a tablet that could fit in the palm of Dorei's hand. The Shinjin's eyes going wide that a machine could produce something like that. The elder broker soon getting up before walking over to pick it up, then handing it to Dorei who tilted his head puzzled.
"This device is a personal invention of mine, it will give you access to the information you need, let me contact you or you contact me... and to top it off, should you need a listing, it has access to the bounty boards of this region. However, know that the process to contact me is encrypted, you'll need to find a computer, and plug it up with this."
After a moment, the elder broker would rummage around in a drawer before producing a cord, then handing it to Dorei.
"This will allow the device to connect to the communications networks, giving you a direct line to me that is secluded and untraceable from outside sources. You have to be careful though, if you lose this and the cord, and I detect any sort of foul play... I'll blow it up. Got that?"
The elder broker said before taking a seat in her chair, only for Dorei to pocket the device and raise a brow to her.
"Why give me such an important device... it seems a bit odd to allow me access to your lines if it can trace back to you... We just met."
It was a valid point, one that the elder Broker clearly saw logic in, but simply waved dismissively.
"You make a valid point, but I know you Dorei... A shinjin over three thousand years old and never once have you sold out your brokers. Yea... I know about you. Its hard to not hear about someone like you given you are such a big fish in this business. Just don't make me regret it, plus having you around might pick up business for me too. I don't sell out my partners, so as long as you don't fuck me... I won't fuck you got it?"
Dorei couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the old woman's words. He simply raised his hand up before remembering his cigarette which had a large section of it with ashes. He quickly caught them before deciding to excuse himself.... He had a long hunt before him.
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Today Dorei would understand this now more than ever, but the story had to be told first. It was a sunny day, bright and hot in the desert world of Jiupad. The run down town he was in had desperate souls of all kinds. Many beggars that lined the streets and many who ignored them. Orphans run rampant from being abandoned here and criminals of all kinds gathered to hide out among-st the rabble. It was a desolate world that held hardly any life that wasn't a predator of some kind, and it wasn't an uncommon story to hear that someone went into the wilds to die... This world was forgotten... and in that lost world held the hopeless.
Dorei had been hired by a C.E.O to hunt a technician who could help them engineer a brand new engine for transportation. The only problem was, the person in question was an outlaw of sorts, a rebel for from the world trade fleet... or at least was until the fleet had been disbanded. This left a lot of rebels free to run rampant and with the power vacuum, many were trying to grab what they could. Dorei was simply following the current and it had lead him here. A broker was in this town in particular, so he would be paying him a visit.
Or he would have if a beggar didn't grab hold of his jacket last minute. The hopeless one eyed man staring up in mute pleading for something, anything. Dorei simply sighing before brushing the man's hand away, but it was quickly replaced with a blade toward his stomach. Dorei was only barely able to escape from an ambush attack, the blade scraping his side and the ambusher cursing before going for another swing. He didn't get the chance however, as a now furious Dorei swung his fist full force into the man's arm. Instead of just breaking the man's arm however, the attack would completely wipe the man out. A blood mist being all that was left of the man. Unfortunately for the beggar, he would follow suit and in the end the killer for hire would be left standing there with his hair covering his eyes.
He didn't like killing desperate people like this... thats what he told himself. Yet he couldn't help but get a rush if only for a brief moment in his power. He felt a deep sickening satisfaction when he was able to completely annihilate his opponent, yet he didn't like that he enjoyed it. It was hypocritical and he despised that part of him. To attempt to ease his mind, Dorei would draw a cigarette from his pack in his pocket, lighting it as he went on about his way.
He wondered just how many lives he had taken like that, for attacking him. Their desperation blinding them to the threat they might be coming into arms with. He had turned his mind off for many of his killings, closing his heart to his victim's pleas and ignoring their pain. He supposed it was just... the way things were... but it didn't stop him from feeling particularly sick to his stomach.
As he neared the metal door in a run down area, the door rusted from all the sand and sun that buffeted it on a regular basis. He would press the button on the side wall, a speaking crackling to life after a few seconds. He imagined that the button let the person inside know someone was there, despite his hearing not picking up any noises. The speaker soon cracking loudly with the sound of the brokers voice.
"What do you want?"
The voice was rough, and sounded like an elderly woman. Dorei leaned down toward the speaker before talking into it.
"I'm here on business. I need to pick up a eluv brand."
A moment of silence would follow before the door would beep and then open. Dorei stepping into the door frame before glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching, and when sure he was alone, closed the door behind him. He was enveloped in darkness for a brief moment, only for bright lights to flicker on to show he was in a large hallway. On each side were holes, but he couldn't see into them without bending down. He suspected he wouldn't like what he saw if he did check and decided it would be best to get a move on. At the end of the long silver hall was a door, which slide open upon approach.
The door revealed a large room, wires all over the place, going from one place to the next, connecting one machine to another. Flashing lights emitting from all sorts of different machinery and at the back of the room was the elderly broker. Her tired eyes looking Dorei up and down as he entered. She was an alien of some kind, a mister of a rat, goat and what he could assume was rabbit. She had goat horns, the face of a rat and the ears of a goat. She was only about four feet tall, and her gnarled fingers spoke of her age to Dorei. She seemed frail, but behind those eyes was a calculating mind, one that told Dorei even now she didn't find him to be a threat. He believed it too, brokers were use to powerful beings meeting them and had many defenses set up to counter them. A powerful being was still vulnerable to poisons and air born toxins.
"Alright sonny, what is it ya want. I ain't cheap."
She said keeping her eyes on Dorei as he took a few steps forward, only to be met with an energy barrier.
"No further please, I know about you and that insane strength you have. I'd rather you NOT touch me."
Dorei simply held up his hands while he took a puff from his cigarette. His expression as laid back as ever.
"Ok ok. I understand. I am working for Telson Vhutyu. Looking for a technician by the name of Kulve Jou. Said she was here-"
"A week ago yea. I know her, arrogant wench demanded I work for a favor. I hope you got the money on you else You will find out the same way she did. I don't work for free boy."
Dorei really hated being called boy, his teeth clenching as he called him that. The old woman could see it too, and quickly shifted her posture.
"Yea, I got the credits... Just don't... call me boy again."
With that Dorei withdrew a card from his pocket before throwing it toward the woman. The card passing through a hole in the field and landing on the ground to come to a sliding halt in front of the old woman. She scooped it up before turning it over a few times to check it, then slide it into the machine. A small screen before her showing the price on it, and the elderly woman would give a faint smile before beginning to type on the computer. The field coming down and the big screen before her suddenly flashing a bright blue then turning to several listings. Dorei would walk up behind her as he watched the names scroll by. After a few moments, the elderly broker stopped on a woman.
The file being pulled up with several details upon it, Dorei quickly committing them to memory as he examined them. Seemed she ran a train on this planet, one that was several decades old if not centuries. It was an old mining train converted into a war machine a while back, and they used it to travel around the planet thanks to the tracks that were laid out. Apparently the tracks were used before the world was abandoned by corporations and the world trade fleet. Having depleted this world of its valuable resource for spaceship construction. With the tracks abandoned, the train was picked up by rebels and used to fight off the fleet. Apparently the weapons on it are quite powerful.
"So this wench is the one you are looking for yes? She was last seen leaving town a full two days ago."
The elder broker than pulled up several surveillance feeds that were at the train depot, but the train she was boarding was a simple cart, not the war train. This meant it was some where else and Dorei would need to find out where they had been and if they were still there.
"She and roughly forty five others are aboard the train."
Dorei would look down at the broker with a puzzled look.
"Roughly? Can't you find the exact numbers?"
The broker would snort in response, her eyes closing as she leaned back in her chair.
"I wish, but due to the things out in this desert, they tend to lose members on a regular, only to pick up stragglers and beggars to their cause. You'd be surprised the valuable things they bring in from the city ruins and old mines."
"So why sell out their head technician?"
Dorei as he looked down to the elderly broker who in turn looked up at him with an unamused look.
"Because you do not demand free things from me, then break my stuff when I say no to a favor. I don't care how desperate the person is."
Dorei had to admit he understood her reasoning, and as he looked at the picture of the woman, he wondered what sort of woman she was... She had white hair, spiky with feline like features. She wore a blue hoodie around her waist which was weird given the weather of this world, a red shirt that cut off around the midsection along with work pants and boots. But... something seemed off to Dorei. He didn't know what it was right off hand, but some part of him saw something wrong with the picture and yet he couldn't place it. However, before he could put more thought into it, the elder broker would turn the screen off.
"Ok, enough. You need me to write the information down?"
Dorei placed a hand to his chin in thought, but ultimately decided it would be best. He simply nodded, the broker soon turning to her computer in full before pressing a few keys and the machine to his right rumbled to life. Soon spitting out a device, sort of like a tablet that could fit in the palm of Dorei's hand. The Shinjin's eyes going wide that a machine could produce something like that. The elder broker soon getting up before walking over to pick it up, then handing it to Dorei who tilted his head puzzled.
"This device is a personal invention of mine, it will give you access to the information you need, let me contact you or you contact me... and to top it off, should you need a listing, it has access to the bounty boards of this region. However, know that the process to contact me is encrypted, you'll need to find a computer, and plug it up with this."
After a moment, the elder broker would rummage around in a drawer before producing a cord, then handing it to Dorei.
"This will allow the device to connect to the communications networks, giving you a direct line to me that is secluded and untraceable from outside sources. You have to be careful though, if you lose this and the cord, and I detect any sort of foul play... I'll blow it up. Got that?"
The elder broker said before taking a seat in her chair, only for Dorei to pocket the device and raise a brow to her.
"Why give me such an important device... it seems a bit odd to allow me access to your lines if it can trace back to you... We just met."
It was a valid point, one that the elder Broker clearly saw logic in, but simply waved dismissively.
"You make a valid point, but I know you Dorei... A shinjin over three thousand years old and never once have you sold out your brokers. Yea... I know about you. Its hard to not hear about someone like you given you are such a big fish in this business. Just don't make me regret it, plus having you around might pick up business for me too. I don't sell out my partners, so as long as you don't fuck me... I won't fuck you got it?"
Dorei couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the old woman's words. He simply raised his hand up before remembering his cigarette which had a large section of it with ashes. He quickly caught them before deciding to excuse himself.... He had a long hunt before him.
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