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| Lessek Running; Easy Quest: Osiris, Zangya, and Helana | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 4 2016, 07:29 AM (199 Views) | |
| Osiris | Feb 4 2016, 07:29 AM Post #1 |
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Title: Lessek Run Location: Ruins of Cauldron Difficulty: Easy Description: You've been hanging around for a while and recently ran into a down on his luck Asteroid Racer owner. His last pilot was killed in a bar fight on Suicide Station. If he doesn't find someone to race his Corvette in tomorrow's qualifying round for this seasons race, he will lose his entry fee and be unable to pay his ship costs! You must finish in the top 7 to move on to the next round. (You get use of a Corvette for this quest only-You are racing a circular route through the asteroid belt created by Cauldron's Demise). Reward: +400 zeni, +4 DP, +35 all stats, +3 Rp Credits |
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| Osiris | Feb 4 2016, 08:23 AM Post #2 |
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Nellic sat waiting in the bar with an untasted drink sweating in front of her and a digital reader in hand. Across the screen ran several news articles from the Kelioux Empire. It had become something of a habit ever since Osiris had broken the truth with her that his interests in the Star Wolves were much more political rather than the simple greed which drew most to the life of a pirate. Before that, she hadn’t really known much about them. Just the propaganda the Damaskian government put out and the occasional Galactic News Network reports. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She did have some first hand experience with Keliouxians and their technology. Of course, how much you learn about a people and their culture while you are stealing their ship can’t really give you an accurate idea. Now, whenever she learned a little more about Kelioux, it felt like she knew a little more about Osiris. That feeling had actually grown when Kristy and Helana had arrived on Suicide Station. The two women had a history with the captain back when Cauldron was still a proper planet - though neither of them would actually give the Damaskian many details. Dealing with either of them was a rather frustrating endeavour without that overbearing sense that Nellic herself was actually the outsider, not these two newcomers to the spaceport. Kristy especially seemed to have an unsettlingly fanatical attachment to the apparently missing demonkin. Her faint pink lips puckered slightly as her silvered eyes ran across one of the headlines: Unrest Continues to Upset Juno. Ever since the Planet Trade Organization had invaded the desert world, it seemed they had not intentions of completely leaving. Those groups of more libertarian Keliouxians that had first settled the arid planet always seemed to be whispering about breaking away from the Empire - this time it seemed there might be another Cataclysmia in the making. Despite being a Star Wolf, that idea didn’t really strike the pirate as particularly good for anyone, except maybe the PTO . . . and really, fuck those guys. Changlings had always sort of creeped her out. “It looks like your drink might be a little too sour.” Sedrick’s voice was nearly as rough as the life he had lived. A customary cloud of sendi weed vapor pillowed from his lips as he spoke. The ever present vaporizer balanced in a hand missing three of it’s natural six fingers. The small device was almost as well worn as its owner: the red paint chipped and faded away leaving only scratched and dented aluminum to see. Nellic switched off the digital reader and looked up at the old alien. His cheeks were a little puffy, like he might have taken a few punches the night before. He hadn’t, probably, but too many bar fights had left Sedrick’s face permanently altered. Not that it was much to look at in the first place. His ruddy face was dominated by a nose more aptly described as a snout. It made him look something more like a canine than most of the humanoid species. “It’s for you actually.” With one hand she slid the drink across the table even as she turned off the digital reader with her other hand. Sedrick took another drag off his vaporizer before breathing out another fume infused sentence. “That is just downright sweet, girly.” As he sat down in the single piece aluminum chair, the Crespian took a deep slug of the cold drink. “Bah, it is too sour.” “It was the cheapest thing on special today. I wasn’t going to splurge on an old dog like you.” Nellic smiled, but had a hard time really feeling it. Her sleep was still deeply unrestful, and anymore it was starting to feel like she was never actually awake. “Ha, so you finally going to come race for me now that Ket got himself killed?” He took another deep drink from the glass almost finishing the liquor. “At this rate, I am going to lose my entry fee. Dropped too much into that new engine not to have it out running the Lessek.” Nellic shook her head causing the short crop black hair to sway slightly, “You don’t have the cash to pay me, old dog. I got some new blood that needs some testing though. Don’t even have to pay if she doesn’t qualify in the heat.” Sedrick looked a little disappointed until he heard the part about not having to pay for a loss. “Does she have any experience in a Corvette? I don’t need some rookie smashing my racer into the broad side of an asteroid.” “Ask her yourself,” the Damaskian leveled a pale finger towards the door. The dog faced alien suddenly coughed out a great huff of sendi vape. “I’m not sure her damn hair is even going to fit into the cockpit, HA!” Nellic smirked at the comment despite herself even as she raised her hand to wave the newblood over. As someone raised in the military fashion, Zangya’s voluminous hair was a little ludicrous for it’s seeming impracticality. Still, it made the Damaskian woman just a touch self conscious about how plain she must have looked by comparison.
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| Zangya | Feb 5 2016, 10:03 PM Post #3 |
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Zangya had worked very hard on mapping out the Suicide Station in her head. There were still portions that she had not yet been to, and her current destination was in one of these. Nellic had given her very vague directions to the “bar with unpleasant drinks and uneven floors”. It was like a test with her sometimes. She was ready for anything that got her out and tapping new areas of the station with her boots. Eventually she located the bar in question. The floors did seem a bit uneven weirdly enough. Not that Zangya thought Nellic would lie about that sort of thing. It just seemed odd to Zangya that this part of the space station would be uneven when nowhere else she walked was. Standing in the doorway she stared into the space. Her hair was making this more difficult than perhaps it would be for someone else. It blocked a significant portion of the light in the corridor from getting into the bar. Eventually a waving hand drew her attention and attached to it was the Damaskian she sought. Weaving through the tables and the handful of patrons, she made her way over. Drawing closer it was apparent that the being seated nearby was actually companion to the meet up. “Hey, found you. That isn’t always very easy,” turning to the unknown party at the table, “Hello sir, I am Zangya. Perhaps you are the reason Nellic asked me to meet her here?” “Yes...It seems Nellic still won’t partake in the Lessek run as my pilot, but she has offered your services as a consolation.” The doglike man seemed to look her over while further explaining, “I go by Sedrick, but that is really not the point. The point is I own a ramped up Corvette that is currently sitting useless without a pilot while the Lessek Run gets closer. So dearie, do you know how to pilot or should I just scrap the ship here to save myself from having to clean up space debris?” “A corvette class ship? Can’t say I have ever piloted one of those. I was an often used back up pilot though for a ship I worked on to make my way to Maverick not too long ago. The captain often left maneuvering to me when particularly... evasive steering was desired.” Zangya knew back then that constantly volunteering for any task someone was willing to give her on that ship would be useful, though this return on investment came somewhat sooner than expected. Hopefully her phrasing was enough to convince him. She still was not entirely sure of neither him nor the group she fell in with after coming to the spaceport, and therefore desired to not reveal more than necessary about her journey to this point. “Still not sure about this Nellic. Doesn’t sound like the experience is really there to keep my ship in one piece.” “Is that your only concern?” “Well I’m not worried about wasting money on you if that’s what you mean. This charming young lady,” Sedrick gestured jokingly, “graciously offered your services at no cost in the event you lose.” Zangya frowned ever so slightly in Nellic’s direction for catching her so off guard with this situation. Then she replied, “Of course not, what would be the point of pushing myself for a win then.” She figured Nellic was observant enough to notice the small frown without alerting Sedrick to it. She still wanted to prove herself in the race. It had looked appealing even before this opportunity had been presented to her. “Really you might as well chance scraping it on an asteroid with me, however unlikely that is, rather than let it gather dust during the Lessek Run. My guess is that would be quite the sure fire way to lose money, though of course you are the expert here.” With that last comment she knew it would take a minute or two for it to roll around in his head before words started coming from his mouth again. Carefully Zangya eyed him, not staring him down, just looking him over a bit, doing her whole observing thing she liked to do. Glancing down at her nails while he turned the thought over, she started making a mental list of discussions to have bring up to the persons with whom she associated. She felt odd sometimes around them, like there was this connection they all had that literally would never be available to her. They were cordial though, and clearly had a pulse on the interesting happenings in her current abode. That was more than enough reason for her to fight through the occasional bouts of wanting to grab someone and shake them until they shared what was going on in this place. She knew almost just from looking at the main group that that sort of action would not get her far, unless one counted being hurled across a room. There was clearly too much history here for her to be able to jump in the way she was used to. Zangya had not anticipated him taking this long to mull it over. Maybe she had been too forceful, had made it seem too much like her idea and not enough like his. Finally, he made a sound that was half sigh and half coarse laugh. “I suppose if you do crash it the scrap metal will cover the entry fee. Just to be on the safe side, maybe we do a few test runs before the event eh?”
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| Osiris | Feb 8 2016, 01:44 AM Post #4 |
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Nellic nodded at Sedrick, “We can arrange that. Helana would probably be willing to do some practice runs with you.” “Helana . . . Helana . . . I don’t think I have met her. You have been on a streak expanding your crews lately. Up to something, eh?” The Crespian caught a passing barmaid and ordered himself another drink with the only requisites being that it was cheap and not so sour. “What would an old dog like you want to know about my crews? Hasn’t it been long enough for you to learn to keep your nose clean?” Nellic admonished him with a lighthearted tone that suggested more teasing than actual concern. There was a long pause as Sedrick took a few drags off his vape. The quiet conversation of other patrons buzzed softly, still too early by station time for people to be crowding in rowdy mobs. Only the holofeeds along the back wall were loud enough to be heard properly though: it was an old recap of past asteroid races. People were already getting antsy for the next season to kick off with the Lessek Run. A few zeni appeared in a furry hand as the waitress came back to the table holding a single glass filled with a deep brown liquid. The heavy overtones of malt mixed with a much more subtle scent of bendrin berries, a mild winter fruit native to Arlia. The insectoid race there might not be very advanced, but they can make a cheap drink taste decent enough. “Things have just been quiet ever since the war died down and people stopped worrying about those machines tag everyone up. Most folks think it’s been good for business not having anyone pushing to take over this deck or that level. Doesn’t really bother me much over. Everyone needs a mechanic eventually. Just don’t want to get caught up in somethin’ without realizin’ it.” Sedrick took a deep pull of sendi vape and then immediately chugged down a few swallows of his beer before exhaling. Nellic glanced over at Zangya. Her silver eyes had a deep sheen to them that made her sharp features seem predatory. Not for the first time the Damaskian wondered what exactly this woman’s role would be in the coming months. She wasn’t in step with anyone else. It was hard to tell what the blue skinned alien was actually aiming to accomplish. Turning back to the Crespian, “Everyone knows you are done smuggling anything serious. The only people who really care what you are up to are the dock managers. And they only give a shit that you aren’t burning holes in their floors while you get to welding on your ships.” The dark haired woman shrugged her shoulders casually. “[color-grey]I don’t think the station will get to shaking any time soon. The newbloods should help keep it that way.[/color]” “I guess I will just have to trust you on that, girly. Your opposite gives me the creeps though.” After another drink, Sedrick snapped open his vaporizer and popped out a small blackened cartridge. The spent dosage rolled across the table and fell to the floor where no one would bother to pick it up. It would probably sit there for at least three days before the place was finally cleaned a little. Those predatory orbs narrowed a little as Nellic watched the dog-man dug inside his pockets searching for another capsule of who knows what this time around. The old alien seemed to dabble in everything the station had to offer without much worry. “My opposite? What is that suppose to mean?” “You know,” he leaned to the side as a small box finally emerged from his hip pocket. The case zipped open to reveal four rows of velcro loops. Half of them were filled with inch long metal casings all marked with various colors or symbols. “That one with the white hair always wearing dresses. I don’t know what her name is, but she is always wandering around the docks with a smile on her face like she is happy to meet anyone or everyone. Thought the lass was just stoned at first - but she is another kind of unnatural all on her own.” “Aye, that is Kristy. She takes a bit of getting use to . . .” Nellic ran her thumb across her neck for a moment. The bruise was gone now, but that it had ever existed still irked the Damaskian. “I didn’t know she walked the docks that much.” Shoulders slightly slumped with age shrugged quickly, “She seems to show up every time a large charter flight comes in. Seems to like talkin’ to the new arrivals. Though the other day one of ‘em got a little handsy. Mistook her for a prost’ lookin’ for new clients is what I heard. Girly took exception to that.” Sedrick seemed to be agonizing over which cartridge deserved the next spot in his routine of indulgences. Sendi did that to a lot of people trying to self medicate their anxieties away - slow down the inner chatter the mind naturally produces and the world becomes much more manageable . . . at least that’s how some people felt. Not that this old Crespian could be said to have any anxiety as he lounged and wrenched his way through the ‘grey years’. “He still have both his hands?” “Ah, yeah,” as he finally selected out his drug of choice it was hard to tell if he was actually answering the question or just thinking aloud. “Last I saw him anyway. Course, last I saw him the girly looked like she was gluin’ the guy’s own boots onto his hands while he was knocked out cold. A normal person doesn’t think to do something like that . . . I’m just sayin’.” “Ha, well I think he got off lucky.” Nellic nodded to Zangya as she stood up. “Tomorrow we will drop by your hangar around second cycle. We can get her in the cockpit and running through the systems.” “Sounds fine. You girls take care.”
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