by The Kingpin » Fri Dec 14, 2012 5:23 pm
The Marauder drifted through space slowly, skirting the Terminus systems, it's sleek form gliding across the dark expanse on the brims of the star systems, stealth systems cloaking it from the sensors of all ships not actively searching for them. And those that were...well, Khuurava would know about them long before they knew about him...
His new 'crewmate', if Ecliptor could be called that, had turned out to be an able companion, if perhaps a bit dangerous. Ultimately, he decided the best way to ensure he got the most out of the machine's frighteningly efficient combat skills and avoided potential damage to him, his gear and his ship, was to make a deal with the synthetic; it's services, in exchange for an ample supply of test subjects, on the condition that said test subjects were collected from the thugs and other hostiles they encountered on their various jobs, and that Ecliptor avoided drawing too much attention when they were working somewhere it would be undesirable; the incident at the Citadel acting as an ideal example. The latter point seemed to be touch-and-go with the robot, which seemed to either not understand the concept or lack an understanding of how to do so. Additionally, it tended to be a bit trying at times to provide the supply of test subjects for the synthetic, though with the fair portion of the ship's holds converted into an impenetrable prison cell, it wasn't difficult to stockpile the test subjects. Khuurava's investment into a number of cryostasis pods made it even easier, as with them [and the electronic locks placed on them to prevent unplanned escape], he didn't even need to worry about providing the natural amount of food necessary for survival, saving him money in the long run. When his next job was going to be light on potential combatants, he gave the synthetic ample warning that they would not be gathering any new test subjects for it's experiments. It was a brutal deal, but one that served his purposes well. He had a brutally efficient assassin, tech specialist, hacker, saboteur, and mechanic on his side; practically an entire crew rolled into one efficient frame, and in return, he only had to provide it with the scum so foolish as to get on the wrong side of his gun...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG