by dinoman666 » Fri Feb 24, 2012 3:30 am
Omega's slums were never a pleasant place to be under most circumstances, but the one the Blue Suns Legionnaire Narom currently stood in, alongside his fellow merc troops, was a particularly foul place. He wouldn't be surprised if this "warehouse" was really just a toilet for the d*mn Vorcha. He doubted, however, that the group of homeless humans he and his men had sheparded here were better off. The decrepit things had obviously been victims of Omega's ever-present poverty, courtesy of its cutthroat society. Now, they were slaves to be sold, and not particularly high-quality ones at that. Narom almost laughed at how absurd this whole situation was. They were currently waiting for their interesting new buyer to arrive: a Collector. Or Collectors; he wasn't really sure. They weren't exactly forthcoming with their motives, or anything else, for that matter. Narom didn't really care, though. The weird aliens were paying an absurdly exorbitant amount for these pitiful things, and the mercenary wasn't about to complain. Tarak would definitely be pleased to hear about this transaction.
Before the Collectors got there, however, Narom needed to check one last thing. Putting a hand up to the side of his helmet, he activated his com. "Stanley, give me a sitrep." Stanley had been assigned to watch the mercs' rear, in case they had been followed. After all, on Omega, paranoia was a survival trait, even for an organization like the Blue Suns. Vorcha, rival mercs, and even the minions of Arsskia, the self-proclaimed "pirate queen" of Omega (and no one had attempted to dethrone her for nearly three decades. Not after the last time, anyway) could want the slaves for... whatever reason. They weren't exactly the best around. Either way, it paid to be careful. And Narom enjoyed getting paid, even in a metaphorical sense. Soon enough, he got a reply. Only, Stanley seemed... off, somehow. "Uh... everything's... clear here... sir. Nothing... moving..." Narom paused. Stanley's speech was slow and halting, as if he wasn't sure how to use his mouth. "Uh... Stan? You okay?" "...roger roger..." Yeah, definitely off...
"Stan, get your a** over here," Narom said, slightly annoyed. He didn't need this right now. They had an important trade to pull off...
Arachnid resistance appeared to lighten, at least for the moment. They regrouped, closer to the chamber of the Queen and Brain Bug, prepared for a last ditch defense of their hive...
"Heroes have morals. Villains have work ethic."
-Megatron