by The Kingpin » Mon Dec 24, 2012 11:02 pm
As the leader of the group approached, an audible hiss was heard from the main cargo-bay under the ship, a ramp rolling out onto the ground as Khuurava stepped out, turning to face them. "Stand down. Trust me, you're in more danger than he is when your guns are pointed at him" warned the Khurakra mercenary as he walked up to Ecliptor's side. "So you're the Merc Markus hired. Why am I not surprised you're a Khurakra?" asked the rebel leader, a woman who looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s. She had pale tan skin and shoulder length hair that seemed a blend of blacks, browns and dark reds, all of them natural shades, and her eyes were an icy silver shade. She was wearing a modified Synch Suit; a skin-tight black and silver outfit used by mech pilots to neurally control high powered mechs. Along the back there would no doubt be oddly shaped metallic plate segments that aligned with her spinal column, allowing her to link directly with the Mech. Over it, she had what looked like more regular attire; a short, sleeveless light leather jacket that reached just above her midriff, beneath which he could see straps belonging to gun holsters and the backpack she wore over the jacket. From her hips down she wore what looked like low-rise beige jeans, torn and tattered from the wear and tear they no doubt sustained throughout their lifetime of use. Over the jeans were more straps, some holding on holsters of various side-arms and blades, and buckle-straps lines the sides of her pant legs. In her hand was a 6-barrelled plasma assault rifle; similar to one Khuurava owned, though hers seemed more built for a suppressive role than precision strikes, contrary to Khuurava's preference in weapon capability. Beside one of the buildings, a 20 foot tall combat mech stood, currently vacant, Khuurava guessing that the woman in front of him was the pilot. Four smaller mechs could be seen partially hidden between various buildings; possibly to give them the element of surprise in case of an unexpected attack. On the roofs of some of the buildings, snipers watched patiently, monitoring both the Merc ship and the perimeter of the area, wary of threats...
"Simple. We're among the most adaptable and effective soldiers in the galaxy. Fast, strong, lethal. To expect anything else would be an insult" responded Khuurava. "Huh. Confident, are we?" commented the woman. "No. Just observant of facts" responded Khuurava simply. "Huh. Cocky. I like that. 'bout time someone round here showed an attitude like that. Most of these chicken ***** just crap themselves at the mention of Kron Enterprises" responded the woman, before offering him a hand. "Tanya Pierce". "Khuurava" responded the Mercenary as he shook her hand, taking note of the word Medusa stamped on her Synch-Suit sleeve; the operating designation she and her mech most likely went by. In the crowd of soldiers behind the woman, Khuurava noticed one of them was whispering furiously. Reading the man's lip movements through the visor over one eye, he quickly learned what he was saying. '...Dude, this guy's like....Satan crossed with a Yautja. Is Markus crazy?! Everyone knows this thing works for the paycheck. How the hell are we supposed to trust him?!'. Khuurava gave a quick, warning glare at the whispering human, mandibles clicking in thought as he considered blowing his head off, before deciding against it. Glancing back at Tanya, he cleared his throat, continuing. "Before I can accept the mission, I need to find out what we're up against" responded Khuurava. "You'll need to talk to Markus then. He's crazier than an overexcited Salarian on a sugar high, but he's the local expert when it comes to 'insurgent activities' as the suits call them. He knows their operations inside out, upside down and sideways, though he has a habit of missing details unless you're specific....so yeah. Be specif-" explained Tanya, only to be interrupted by what looked to be a short obese Salarian. "Yourwarissofuckin'fullashiiiit!" babbled the amphibious alien as he ran past, barely as tall as Tanya's midriff, the woman sighing as Khuurava eyed the strange alien confusedly, sidestepping a couple of dog-like creatures snarling hungrily as they pursued him. "And that's the overexcited Salarian I told you about. Morlak" explained Tanya with a shake of her head. "I see" responded Khuurava as they walked towards one of the larger buildings facing the square, honestly unsure of how to react to such an odd occurance. "Before you ask, yes, that is a common occurance, and no, that isn't the last strange thing you'll see while you're here. Welcome to Aurora; craziest place in the galaxy" said the woman with a chuckle...
"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