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Shaking the Station; Medium Quest
Topic Started: Dec 18 2013, 05:09 AM (312 Views)
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Title: Getting Noticed

Location: Ruins of Cauldron/Suicide Station

Difficulty: Medium

Description: You're here to make a name for yourself, obviously. And the best way to do that is to kick someone's ass. Track down the rest of the gang that hassled you when you arrived, and show them how big a shark you really are.

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+600 zeni, +8 DP, +70 all stats, +8 Rp Credits, and -1 Alignment

Requirement: Welcome to Suicide Station quest complete.
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Osiris suddenly lurched forward in a blurring display of speed which came to an abrupt stop before anyone could catch up to his new location. The sound of snapping bones suddenly filled the now hazy air.

In a single second, one of the kendlers went from being a statue frozen in disbelief to a pile of inanimate flesh on the floor. With a single backhanded strike, the Pallor Lord ruined and rearranged every bone in the thug’s face . . . but it turned out his neck simply couldn’t take the strain. His head spun 180 degrees allowing him to fall backwards, yet still face plant into the hard white tiles (which had been stained grey by his friend’s vaporization).

All around the docking zone, people were peaking around their ships to see what was going on (some were even dumb enough to openly gawck). A quiet murmur to soft to make out individual words was slowly building. It was a level of attention the Last Son of Cauldron rarely enjoyed drawing upon himself, but this was a special occasion.

W-what the fuck, boss? You could have blown out a wall and killed us all!

Nellic coughed up a lunge full of instant cremation ashes and spit the nasty mixture onto the dock floor, “Shut the hell up, Hensel. Mind your tongue when you speak to the captain.

Hensel, take the body into the ship and put it on ice.” Osiris hooked the corpse with his foot and kicked it back up the loading ramp before turning to stare at the last remaining ruffian, “You, what is your name?

I-I . . . just going to leave . . . ” the alien’s yellowish flesh was noticeably paler as he tried to retreat with hands slightly raised in surrender.

A black combat boot shifted slightly towards the fleeing man causing him to instantly freeze, “I asked you your name.

T-te-tesdat, please dun’ kill me,” fear sounds so much uglier from men already poor for grammar.

You work for me now, Tesdat. Now, run along back to your former boss. Tell him he owes me 4,000 zeni for inconveniencing me. Go along now,” Osiris made a shooing motion with his hand and then turned his back on the kendler.

The sounds of footsteps diverged into two different directions. In one direction, the sounds of a scurrying Tesdat fled the docking bay with each step becoming more faint. In the other direction, Hensel was sauntering back down the loading ramp at a leisurely pace . . . pirates, even Starwolves, are not known for their exemplary work ethic.

Do you want us to follow him?” Nellic asked already feeling as though she knew the answer.

Of course. See where he goes. If he tries to leave the station, end him. If he does go back to his boss as I suspect, get as much information out of them as you can. I really don’t care how you do it, just get it done. Treat them as if they were a pirate outfit we had no intentions of recruiting.

The Damaskian woman bowed her head slightly, “Understood, sir. What will you be doing though?

Osiris started walking away, “Catching up with an old friend.


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A few minutes later on the Third Commerce Level.

Okay, is it just me, or is anyone else surprised the captain has friends?” Hensel raised his eyebrows as he looked to his three other companions.

The shortest of the three Lismians, Grel, shrugged his shoulders in mock disinterest, “I just figured he was being ironic.

He did have that Keliouxian Master and his buddy come get him outta that jam on Damaskia . . . maybe he does have some friends.” Branish gestured towards Nellic’s back with a little smirk.

Hensel smacked his more muscular cohort on the back of his head before their team leader could turn around to see the lewd handsign, “Yeah, I guess Mr. Rogers did take a like to him after all. That was more of a business relationship though, I don’t know what those Vagril see in him. Works ‘em like slaves and they just smile and carry on . . . well, I think they are smiling.

Haven’t you ever wondered where he got that big ass mining ship from, man? Or like, why we never seem to go into the Planet Trade Organizations turf even when we could get better prices on the merch we jack off those wannabes?” Grel pulled at the peach colored goatee decorating his chin.

Ha! Yeah, I bet he pulled a fast one on those PTO punks like we did Wormkiller. Man, that was one hell of a job!” Branish ran a hand through his oily hair to make it look like the wind had blown it back.

Hensel raised both hands and formed a square with his fingers as though he were framing a picture, “The look on those punk ass little Coyotes when they tried to blast off Vallhalla . . . but we had their asses stuck like pigs in molasses with them asteroid anchors, priceless!

Yeah, I bet that fat ass Kekko that was paying them was all,” Branish paused a moment to shake his head back and forth letting his jowls shake and make bubbling noises, “Bhawhabbba-bawhat?!

The three Lismians started laughing, and even Nellic had to smile a little bit. After all, just before she knocked him unconscious and drug his body away like a sack of potatoes . . . he did sorta sound like that.

Okay guys, I think we are here . . .” her voice trailed off as she pointed towards a door with an ashy hand smudge on the glass just above the push bar.

Do you think he plans this kind of stuff?” Grel whispered over to Hensel.

It doesn’t matter, we have work to do. I’ll take point. Grel, take the left. Hansel, take the right. Branish, make sure no one sneaks up behind us. Let’s go!

The four Starwolves suddenly broke into mechanical movements born of countless assault drills and almost as many boarding strikes on enemy vessels. With a few quick strides they fell into a diamond formation and approached the door. All the blinds inside were drawn close, but light still filtered out from between the slates.

Nellic slowly leaned into the door pushing it forward with her fingertips. A small space opened up between the door frame and the door itself . . . just enough space to hear the high pitched whine of a charging energy weapon.

Scatter!” The Damaskian dove to the right and hit the ground crawling.

Glass exploded everywhere as streaks of topaz light roared out of the storefront like swarm of fire beetles! Small explosions rocked the opposing wall across the walkway. Business owners nearby sprinted to the front of their shops and pulled down heavy blast shields that had been built in like garage doors - this was not a first time occurance.

Even as the hail of energy bullets never halted, a small horde of kendlers streamed out of the destroyed widows and mangled doorway. The muzzles of their guns swung wildly around as the thugs tried to locate what they were shooting at - though they never stopped shooting to do such.

The Tri-pack scurried to find cover around the bend of the corridor. Each shining bullet finding a home buried into the stations metal walls and floor around them. Grel clutched at his bleeding thigh while Branish dragged him by the back of his shirt around the corner.

HEY GREL?” Hensel yelled across the corridor to his wounded comrade.

WHAT?!” the incredibly short Lismian shouted back with notes of pain in his voice.

I DON’T THINK THEY ARE GOING TO PAY!” the smart ass leaned around his corner and threw a few potshot beamballs before retreating back to semi-safety.

WELL NO SHIT!” Grel glowered as he quickly wrapped a torn sleeve around his wound.

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On the Fifth Commerce Level; Tenlies Bar.

You know, I never even normally go down to the docking levels. I was just there to clear up some shipment numbers that got mixed up. Can’t believe I am seeing you again . . . ” the middle aged Keliouxian shot back a bottle of Moltenberry Beer and downed half of it in one go.

Osiris just sat there, looking at the businessman out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t think of a time he had seen a Keliouxian looking so rough. Even most of the soldiers and thieves he had seen among them were usually well put together enough to braid their traditionally long locks into a neat rope. The man before him looked like he had allowed a weed whacker to trim off his formerly pristine hair so that it left only a shaggy top.

You want a drink? It’s on me,” Henex gestured towards the bartender polishing a small shot glass.

No,” a small silence, kept from completeness only by the quiet murmur of the other patrons, settled between them.

The Keliouxian businessman shot back another slug from his bottle and killed it before slamming it back down onto the bar, “I almost forgot how quiet you are . . . Well, it’s probably for the better anyway. The owner of this place likes to put tranquilizers in the booze to keep things mellow. Only place to get a drink and be mildly safe, until you leave anyway.

Using the mirror running along the back of the bar, Osiris panned his view around the dimly little establishment. The music was fairly soft, and it seemed that everyone there was engaged in some form of quiet conversation. It was definitely not the sort of rowdy bar one expects to run into on place called Suicide Station.

Henex gestured for another drink before turning his attention back onto Osiris with greater intensity than before, “So, what brings you to this shithole, my old friend?

I could ask you the same thing, Henex.

A sad chuckle, and then another pull on the bottle, “With those bigger horns, and new clothes I thought maybe you had grown up a little more, but I guess you are still playing the mysterious brooding type.

Osiris turned slightly to look the now slightly tipsy Keliouxian in the eye, “I am on business, and don’t intend on telling people I don’t know what kind it is . . . is that a problem?

People around here know better than to--

I wasn’t referring to the other people here,” the Pallor Lord never wavered as he stared the man down with a steely gaze.

“Hey, ummm, look, Mister Henex, if you two are going to have some kind of quarrel . . . could you take it to one of the private rooms? I won’t kick you out cause I know the boss likes you, but we still got to maintain the mood, you know?” The bartender was leaned across the bar and barely speaking above a whisper.

Sounds like a fine idea, give me another two to go.” Henex finished off his second beer with a few quick chugs before collecting his next two and leading Osiris towards the back.

There, along the wall, several black curtains hid small rooms with just enough room for a small table and maybe four people to sit around it, though only two chairs were placed standardly. A small candle burned with a blue flame slowly dancing back and forth.

As Osiris sat down, he threw suspicious eye towards the curtain dividing the room from the main bar.

Don’t worry, they are noise canceling. The fabric vibrates slightly so any sound gets whitewashed or completely stopped before passing through. If you listen carefully, it actually hums a little . . . sorta pleasant when you’re back her alone.” Henex sighed deeply seeing the look in his companion’s eyes, “After everything we went through on Cauldron, you still don’t trust me?

Back on Cauldron I did trust you, more than just about anyone else. Cauldron is gone now, and so is the man you use to be. Anyone who so much as glanced at you could tell that . . . what happened to you?” Looking over the blue flame, Osiris watched the shadows on his old friend’s face twist and contort.

Henex picked up his next bottle to take a swig, but a pale hand quickly latched onto his and pinned the beverage to the table, “No more until you talk to me.”

What the hell do you want me to tell you, Osiris? I lost everything! Kenel, my friends, my home, my business . . . everything I worked my whole life for, just gone in an instant. Fuck, even the insurance company that handled my assets was on Cauldron! Do you know how many times I thought about killing myself?

Henex suddenly hunched forward and start pulling at his messy blue locks in masochistic nervous habit. Osiris finally understood what happened to man’s once pristine hair, he had literally ripped it out.

I would trade it all. All of it, the whole damn lifestyle . . .the company, the wealth, everything. Just to have a simple sand miners life on Juno, if it meant getting my little girl back. If only I had took her along with me on my business trip like I did when she was younger . . . gods damnit!” Henex’s whole body was shaking as he stared into the candle’s flame with the look of perpetual grief etched into his face.

Very slowly, the Pallor Lord reached out with his other hand and cupped the man’s wet cheek in his palm. Tenderness was not in the youth’s range of practiced emotion, and yet as he made contact Osiris could feel something reverberating between them. Like similar radio waves attaching to one another, both men’s pain emanated along a similar frequency . . . .

Why haven’t you killed yourself then?” the words came out with hushed tones.

Henex looked up as if surprised someone ask such a question, “I . . .I have to figure out who did it. I have to look them in the face, and ask them why they ripped everything away from me. I have spent every last zeni I had trying to track down whomever was responsible, but I guess they died along with Cauldron too. Couldn’t hardly find a scrap of evidence to point me anywhere no matter how much funds I poured into the search.

His dull amber eyes dropped back down to the table as his head sunk a little lower, “I guess I don’t know why . . .

I know why,” the blue light mixed into the amethyst eyes and made them glow with an eerie intensity. “You have been waiting for my return.


The keliouxian pulled back away from the outstretched hand caressing his cheek, “What are you talking about?

You once sought me out knowing I could do things you could not, and now that time has come again. I know who is responsible for Cauldron’s destruction. It was an android, built by an organization located within the Avalonian Protectorate. I found a laboratory where it was rebuilt, but since then lost track of it.” Osiris smiled sadly as he felt their pain draw closer and closer to the same frequency.

Henex’s eyes widened as he straightened his posture, but then they closed back to angry slits, “Then why the hell are you here and not out looking for it! Why aren’t you out there avenging my little girl’s death, Osiris?!

The Pallor Lord didn’t flinch or look away. He could still feel it, even as the keliouxian pumped anger into himself . . . he could feel their pain drawing ever near to symmetrical.

Because, my old master, Juku, made me finally realize something; this is not my battle alone. I can’t simply seek out my own revenge and keep acting like my dreams are the only ones that matter. There are others out there Henex, others who feel just as much pain as we do. We can unite them, we can forge a new Saoirsen stronger than before. What right do I have to seek my justice alone, when it belongs to all those who lost pieces of their hearts on Cauldron?

Retracting his outstretched hand and removing his other hand from Henex’s drink, Osiris took an almost meditative posture while he watched the man across from him. Small flashes of emotion were all mixed up, and it was almost as if someone could literally see the keliouxian think.

Finally freed, the bottle of Moltenberry Beer lifted up for what amounted to a small sip. “I . . . I don’t think I can help you, Osiris. I’ve gotten myself in too deep here. I can’t leave the station anymore.

This was something rather unexpected, “What do you mean?

I needed more money, or I wouldn’t be able to keep paying the private detectives I hired. So, at first I just took a few jobs here and there when the station first opened. I wanted to be close to Kenel . . . but as time went on, the place just kept getting worse and worse. Soon, the shop keepers were paying too much protection zeni to afford having me run their books. After a while, I got desperate and took out some loans. Next thing I knew, they were coming due and I couldn’t figure out a way to pay them . . . that’s when he showed up,” venom seeped into the last sentence.

Osiris didn’t ask any questions, he simply waited patiently with that same intense gaze.

Out of habit the bottle rose to the keliouxian’s lips for another small sip, “Siberius, that son of a bitch bought up all my debt. He said all I had to do was run his books for a while. I should have let those loan sharks just break my legs . . . ” another sip.

Wait, you work for Siberius?” a small tugging sensation pulled up a corner of the demonic vessel’s lips as a slight smirk began to form.

Yeah . . . When I was down at the docks, I was working out why a shipment of narcotics was coming in below the expected weight. Hell, I have paid off my debts. My pockets are filled with dirty money, and I can’t stop drinking this shit!” Henex suddenly wiped the half empty bottle of beer against the wall causing a massive gush of liquid and broken glass to bounce back.

I’m just a glorified accountant now. Even if I wanted to leave, Siberius would hunt me down and kill me. I know too much about how his operation runs. For fuck sake, I set up half of it! I don’t want to do it anymore, you know? But . . . I can’t stop,” Henex stared at the full bottle of liquor still sitting on the table, “He picked exactly the right guy to do his fucking dirty work. I got to feed my addictions, and he keeps giving me the means to do it with that whore mongering grin on his face the whole time.

Like I said my friend, you have simply been awaiting my return.” Osiris grabbed the full bottle of beer and stood up with it, “We will see both of your addictions ended, together.

The glass bottle suddenly imploded as the Pallor Lord held it cupped in his palm, “I have come here to purge Suicide Station and take back my home. When our house is rebuilt, and our family’s will has been unified . . . we will scour this galaxy for the Android that destroyed our world, and we will prove just how resilient our people can be.

With every word the air around the Last Son of Cauldron became thicker, and the ever collapsing beer bottle began to hover slightly above his palm. Curling his fingers as though crushing something invisible in his hand, Osiris just barely touched the now spherical item with his black nails. In the fraction of a second, the sphere collapsed again until it was only the size of a small marble . . . . its atomic structure completely altered by the vast pressure being exerted upon it and the energy radiating through its new crystalline body.

Take this as a token of our renewed friendship, and a reminder of the promise I make you now: We will reforge this system into a monument to honor our lost ones, and cage those who would make it a den for the miserable and wretched.

With a gentle motion, the Pallor Lord deposited the newly made gem into Henex’s hand.

It’s hot,” the keliouxian closed his hand around the black sphere instinctively making a fist.

Cauldron forged each of us in different ways . . . but none of us can ever forget the heat. It tempered us in a way I have never found on another world. The day we forget that heat, is the day Cauldron slips into the abyss completely. Keep it close to your heart, I will need the fire that still burns inside you soon enough.

Without another word between the two men, Osiris slipped out from around the humming curtain. Henex sat there alone, his eyes transfixed on the flame and his fist still clutched around the gem.

So, that’s why she liked him . . .

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