by The Kingpin » Thu May 09, 2013 8:49 pm
Not far behind Ecliptor, two quadropod hovercraft soared across the desert at a blistering pace. They weren't much larger than the average human, with the added bonus of being much lower profile, close to the ground and relatively flattened as they were. Rounded rectangular bodies floated in the middle of an X-configured set of hoverpads, hydraulic shock absorbers acting as the suspension system between the hoverpads and the body for rough terrain. Three small red eyes, each about the size of a small LED bulb, glared out of a narrow black slit on the desert-camouflaged bodies of the scout vehicles, and a set of short antennas rose from the top of the vehicles. To either side of the slightly narrower front of the vehicles were a pair of small calibre miniguns, depending primarily on fire rate and bullet velocity for the damage. Data was constantly being streamed back to Watchtower on what they were gathering, among which, was the distant silhouette of the Seeker investigating the crash sight...
Khuurava walked into the chamber at the top of the stairs, glancing forward towards a human, clad in brown and beige robes, standing in front of a monitor and a holo-map showing the entire planet, complete with markings identifying strategic locations. Slick black hair was combed back on his head, a few silver streaks visible in the other wise pitch black head of hair. Though his back was towards the Khurakra, it was obvious he already knew he had company, a broad-palmed hand gesturing towards a chair. "Sit" said the man in a quiet, shockingly calm tone. Tanya stopped beside the door, letting Khuurava walk forward into the room on his own. Four well armed guards of multiple races could be seen, one in each corner of the room, all of them watching him closely as he made his way to the seat. "Thank you for coming, Khuurava. I had begun to suspect our contract would go unanswered" said the man as he reached for a glass of a transparent, glowing turquoise liquid, which he sipped from before turning to face the Khurakra. His eyes were a sharp, harsh silver shade, black pupils at their centres having a startlingly alert look about them that intrigued the mercenary. "Your offer was respectable, as was your cause. Mercenary though I may be, even I have honour" responded Khuurava as he sat down. "I knew you did. I also knew you were quick, efficient, and thorough. That is exactly what I need in this campaign" said Markus as he finished his drink, making his way to a drink bar. "Want anything?" asked the Rebel leader as he stopped at the bar and prepared himself another drink. "Ryncol. on ice" asked the Khurakra. "Oooh, you've made yourself some enemies with my comrades with that one" joked Markus as he finished making the two drinks, Khuurava noting the attention with which a couple of the Krogan guards watched him as he was handed the usually toxic drink. "Sucks for them I don't really give a damn about their feelings" retorted the Khurakra as he took a gulp of the drink, swallowing it with ease that even surprised Markus. "So, what's the deal here? Why is this bunch of corporate pansies too difficult for you to handle?" asked Khuurava, eyeing the silver eyed human as he waited for an answer...
"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