When she finished her side, there was a glimmer of doubt reflected in her eyes. Perhaps Jace thought it was too mundane. Which it was; there was no grand, sweeping story of a woman looking to carve her name into history. No tale of revenge. Just a girl who grew up, had a mostly normal childhood...
No shame in trying to drink your sorrows away, Louise thought. The only problem was that some people took it too far.
She let the glass rest against her forehead for a moment, savoring its coolness and driving away the onset of a headache. Her eyes fluttered closed again, chest heaving with a...
Louise set the glass down with a chuckle. “If by forgetting you mean letting the hangover take care of the rest, then that’s fine. Everyone’s got their own way of dealing with defeat.” A pause. “Just try not to start anything, though. Neutrality only ever extends to the courteous, and I don’t...
She had more class than to get smashed at a dingy little place like this, but it was sorely tempting.
Dakota had stalked off somewhere, dragging her definitely-not-boyfriend off somewhere to blow off steam. Karl, as always, had seemingly gone to brood, or was busy schmoozing Kivotos execs. It...
Kivotos Systems Briefing Room, Kivotos
Prasinos Sector, Corporate Space
May 9th, 2684
“All in all,” Georgios Angelid said, flicking his gaze up to the assembly of mercenaries before him, “the higher ups are pleased with your performance. Gauge’s motley crew will no longer threaten Kivotos...
The moment the words ‘Skeleton Key’ sounded out from the comms, the channels overloaded with angry yells and curses in a dozen different languages. One of the many companies that lingered under the gaze of Kivotos. Rivals for contracts. Never had they had the absolute gall to try and steal a...
The way Gravity Spiral launched into action was something to be admired. Blacklight wasted no time in firing her shots. Missiles flung themselves towards their target. The first smeared itself against the Swordsman’s arm. The dying embers of the shield absorbed the blow, but shrapnel sprayed...
Michael Gauge announced his arrival with a bellow on open comms.
“You motherfuckers! You know how long it took for me to scrape up this force? Huh?! Kivotos will pay for this! You lapdogs are gonna be wishing I killed you by the time I’m done!”
True to the spooks’ intel, it was also a modified...
Saving ammunition for the alpha strike meant choosing her targets carefully. The lasers were doing great work in this regard, stripping whatever shielding it could and turning the lightly armored mechs into molten slag. Physical weaponry was much better to use against armor - but did it really...
Stroking her chin in thought, Louise leaned back into her seat. Dire Star’s hand reeled back, letting the Striker fall to the ground. Like a puppet with its strings cut, it collapsed. The force’s ammunition was a joke; the Strikers were beginning to resort to melee combat. The knives and swords...
The enemy squad had an asinine name that Louise couldn’t remember off the top of her head. No time for such trivialities. What mattered is that the honor guard were here. And where the honor guard was, it was likely that Gauge wouldn’t be too far behind.
Unlike the rest of the regular force...
As much as the order to keep their aircraft grounded annoyed the troops, it made sense. It would be far too conspicuous. For all his decadence and mood swings, Michael Gauge did not earn a target on his back for raiding Kivotos property over and over.
But it didn’t mean the Steel Talons came...
The sounds of war were nothing new to her. The Runners on their side had drawn the enemy’s own deeper into the ruins, while the main spearhead of the pirate force advanced behind them. It was surprisingly expansive; Kivotos certainly had the money to pull something like this facility together...
Silence. And then, as the first glint of silver emerged from the thick forest, it took all of a second for the lock.
Contact.
A scrambled bellow through the comms from the command squad: “Fire!”
Louise obliged. The tubes on Dire Star revealed themselves. Missiles scythed through the sky...
OOC: Here we go, @Nogoodname.
Facility Ruins, New Providence
Prasinos Sector, Corporate Space
May 7th, 2684
Contacts on her sensors were buzzing about. They were coming, and soon. Her employers had stressed the need for the pirate lord - an ugly, scarred man - to be brought back alive...