Astrid leaned back slightly, their arms resting on the counter, fingers drumming a steady rhythm on the polished wood as they returned Ceibo’s firm handshake with a confident smile. “Auriga, huh? Sounds like someone who’d fit right in. We’re all yearning for something out there, aren’t we? The stars have a way of calling the restless ones.”
They followed Ceibo’s gaze over the bustling saloon, where faint strains of music threaded through the murmur of voices. The lively atmosphere didn’t faze Astrid; if anything, they seemed to thrive on the chaos, their energy subtly rising to meet it.
When Ceibo asked about the crew, Astrid let out a soft chuckle. “You’d be surprised. A handful so far. Some are as solid as aether steel, like yourself. Others…” They shrugged with a knowing smile. “Well, let’s just say I’m not in the business of turning away potential unless it’s necessary. Everyone has a role to play, even if it’s not clear at first.”
They tilted their head toward Ceibo, a glint of humor in their gaze. “But you’re right—it’s not a flood. Guess the promise of adventure doesn’t shine as bright when the risks are laid bare. Still, quality over quantity, yeah? And from what I’ve seen, I’ve got no doubt you’ll pull your weight and then some.”
Pausing, Astrid reached for their drink, taking a slow sip before adding, “Once you’ve sent that message, let me know what your friend says. Something tells me they’ll be just as stubbornly good at what they do as you are.”
Their conversation paused when the tension in the saloon shifted. Astrid’s gaze narrowed, catching sight of the hooded young man—Ren—moving with a fighter’s sharp precision. His dropkick and the venom in his words painted a picture of someone driven by deep-seated anger. His companion, Azumi, seemed the opposite: calm and poised, her violet kimono and cheerful demeanor standing out in stark contrast.
As Azumi turned her attention to the party, offering introductions with surprising cheer, Astrid straightened and got up, stepping forward with calm deliberation. Their tattoos caught the dim light, their glow lending an otherworldly air to their movements.
“Well, Azumi, Ren,” Astrid began, their tone steady but firm, “it’s not every day you stumble into a tavern to find someone delivering dropkicks and pointing revolvers. I’d say that warrants more than just pleasantries.”
They gestured lightly toward Ren, their gaze unflinching as they addressed him. “Mercenaries, treason, vendettas—you’ve got an interesting way of airing grievances. But this isn’t random. What brings your business here?” Since Astrid was a regular here and prevented a robbery, they became the tavern's guard from any threats.
Their attention shifted to Azumi, and their expression softened, though their tone retained a hint of scrutiny. “And you—what’s your part in all this? You seem too at ease for someone tangled in this kind of conflict." They eyed Azumi up and down as if trying to see behind her mask
Resting a hand on the hilt of their blade—a measured signal rather than a threat—Astrid met their gazes evenly. They felt in their gut these two were worth keeping in her crew and proposed an opportunity with a slight cost to their personal affairs. “We’re gathering a crew, not looking for a fight. If there’s more to your story, and others start coming towards us with your affairs, now’s the time to share it. Otherwise, we might have a problem.”
((Please let me know if this makes sense lol. Can't find my glasses so a bit blind and going off of muscle memory xD))
They followed Ceibo’s gaze over the bustling saloon, where faint strains of music threaded through the murmur of voices. The lively atmosphere didn’t faze Astrid; if anything, they seemed to thrive on the chaos, their energy subtly rising to meet it.
When Ceibo asked about the crew, Astrid let out a soft chuckle. “You’d be surprised. A handful so far. Some are as solid as aether steel, like yourself. Others…” They shrugged with a knowing smile. “Well, let’s just say I’m not in the business of turning away potential unless it’s necessary. Everyone has a role to play, even if it’s not clear at first.”
They tilted their head toward Ceibo, a glint of humor in their gaze. “But you’re right—it’s not a flood. Guess the promise of adventure doesn’t shine as bright when the risks are laid bare. Still, quality over quantity, yeah? And from what I’ve seen, I’ve got no doubt you’ll pull your weight and then some.”
Pausing, Astrid reached for their drink, taking a slow sip before adding, “Once you’ve sent that message, let me know what your friend says. Something tells me they’ll be just as stubbornly good at what they do as you are.”
Their conversation paused when the tension in the saloon shifted. Astrid’s gaze narrowed, catching sight of the hooded young man—Ren—moving with a fighter’s sharp precision. His dropkick and the venom in his words painted a picture of someone driven by deep-seated anger. His companion, Azumi, seemed the opposite: calm and poised, her violet kimono and cheerful demeanor standing out in stark contrast.
As Azumi turned her attention to the party, offering introductions with surprising cheer, Astrid straightened and got up, stepping forward with calm deliberation. Their tattoos caught the dim light, their glow lending an otherworldly air to their movements.
“Well, Azumi, Ren,” Astrid began, their tone steady but firm, “it’s not every day you stumble into a tavern to find someone delivering dropkicks and pointing revolvers. I’d say that warrants more than just pleasantries.”
They gestured lightly toward Ren, their gaze unflinching as they addressed him. “Mercenaries, treason, vendettas—you’ve got an interesting way of airing grievances. But this isn’t random. What brings your business here?” Since Astrid was a regular here and prevented a robbery, they became the tavern's guard from any threats.
Their attention shifted to Azumi, and their expression softened, though their tone retained a hint of scrutiny. “And you—what’s your part in all this? You seem too at ease for someone tangled in this kind of conflict." They eyed Azumi up and down as if trying to see behind her mask
Resting a hand on the hilt of their blade—a measured signal rather than a threat—Astrid met their gazes evenly. They felt in their gut these two were worth keeping in her crew and proposed an opportunity with a slight cost to their personal affairs. “We’re gathering a crew, not looking for a fight. If there’s more to your story, and others start coming towards us with your affairs, now’s the time to share it. Otherwise, we might have a problem.”
((Please let me know if this makes sense lol. Can't find my glasses so a bit blind and going off of muscle memory xD))
~Ceibo Timir~
"That is good to hear, the rest will find themselves over time." He nodded in understanding. It did not sound as bleak as he had expected at first. But a crew did not find itself in a day usually.
Ceibo sat up straight as he heard the young man call out OPFOR. He did not expect to hear that word here. It surely peaked his interest, as he followed the cloaked figure moving through the saloon. Raising an smoky eyebrow at the dropkick, he shifted forward on his seat getting ready to intervene if necessary. While he was not a soldier, he had received enough training to take someone down if needed.
After Azumi had followed, it seemed to calm down. Seeing Astrid stand up he decided to follow them, out of curiosity and backup. The combination of mercs and treason usually didn't end very well. Ceibo also noticed how the bartender seemed to leave it to Astrid, recognizing the apparent trust between them.
As he let Astrid talk he inspected both of them with a keen eye. Ren reminded him of some of the young recruits he had to frequently deal with when he still was in the military. A little brash and feisty he was for sure. Azumi was a lot harder to read, but that made her more intriguing. She was likely a lot older than what she looked like.
"That is good to hear, the rest will find themselves over time." He nodded in understanding. It did not sound as bleak as he had expected at first. But a crew did not find itself in a day usually.
Ceibo sat up straight as he heard the young man call out OPFOR. He did not expect to hear that word here. It surely peaked his interest, as he followed the cloaked figure moving through the saloon. Raising an smoky eyebrow at the dropkick, he shifted forward on his seat getting ready to intervene if necessary. While he was not a soldier, he had received enough training to take someone down if needed.
After Azumi had followed, it seemed to calm down. Seeing Astrid stand up he decided to follow them, out of curiosity and backup. The combination of mercs and treason usually didn't end very well. Ceibo also noticed how the bartender seemed to leave it to Astrid, recognizing the apparent trust between them.
As he let Astrid talk he inspected both of them with a keen eye. Ren reminded him of some of the young recruits he had to frequently deal with when he still was in the military. A little brash and feisty he was for sure. Azumi was a lot harder to read, but that made her more intriguing. She was likely a lot older than what she looked like.
Ren looked at Azumi for permission to speak. She nodded, though a part of her felt that they may have scared the party because of Ren's display of aggression. However, she decided that was something that should be talked about some other time . She noticed Astrid asked her a question, but let Ren go first by looking back at him once again.
"The Treasoners. Azumi and I were a part of the group" Ren said "Got their name from a rebel group of only 10 people assassinating the current emperor of their planet because of his tyranny, or so the story goes. Sounded noble I guess, but as with every institution, it soured over time"
That was Noble to him? Causing an uprising? He had an interesting train of thought. Naturally, he took steps to ensure that he chose his words carefully. He knew other people did not think the same way he did. Then, Ren looked around, as if he worried they were being watched.
"As you've heard from that fella I just roughoused, me and my squad 'turned traitor' after our general suddenly murdered Viper, our dedicated sniper and a good friend of mine. I mean, the entire squad was like family to me. We're on the run ever since"
"Now we were assigned by our squad's leader, Finn, to find the same man Ren attacked so we may find answers. Answers as to why we were suddenly targeted by the very role model of us Treasoners, the General" Azumi interjected "As for what my purpose in all this is, I am simply this young boy's guardian. I raised him lovingly from a toddler-"
Ren shot a look at Azumi telling her to stop. She giggled and thought her explanation would have helped ease some of their worries. They were a rather mysterious duo at the moment, after all.
"If that explanation was vague enough, then I shall gladly explain further right at this moment!" Azumi smiled
"Ren and I, we were 'recruited' by the Treasoners after our homeworld was ransacked by Keres. A terrorist organization that had destroyed countless planets, just to appease their God. We were separated and put into separate quarters. I know not what they did to Ren, but whatever they did surely enhanced his reaction time, though I am concerned for any possible side effects. I was informed by the Treasoners' scientists that there are other subtle enhancements even they don't know about anymore as those considered 'the higher ups' wiped their memories immediately after."
"The Treasoners. Azumi and I were a part of the group" Ren said "Got their name from a rebel group of only 10 people assassinating the current emperor of their planet because of his tyranny, or so the story goes. Sounded noble I guess, but as with every institution, it soured over time"
That was Noble to him? Causing an uprising? He had an interesting train of thought. Naturally, he took steps to ensure that he chose his words carefully. He knew other people did not think the same way he did. Then, Ren looked around, as if he worried they were being watched.
"As you've heard from that fella I just roughoused, me and my squad 'turned traitor' after our general suddenly murdered Viper, our dedicated sniper and a good friend of mine. I mean, the entire squad was like family to me. We're on the run ever since"
"Now we were assigned by our squad's leader, Finn, to find the same man Ren attacked so we may find answers. Answers as to why we were suddenly targeted by the very role model of us Treasoners, the General" Azumi interjected "As for what my purpose in all this is, I am simply this young boy's guardian. I raised him lovingly from a toddler-"
Ren shot a look at Azumi telling her to stop. She giggled and thought her explanation would have helped ease some of their worries. They were a rather mysterious duo at the moment, after all.
"If that explanation was vague enough, then I shall gladly explain further right at this moment!" Azumi smiled
"Ren and I, we were 'recruited' by the Treasoners after our homeworld was ransacked by Keres. A terrorist organization that had destroyed countless planets, just to appease their God. We were separated and put into separate quarters. I know not what they did to Ren, but whatever they did surely enhanced his reaction time, though I am concerned for any possible side effects. I was informed by the Treasoners' scientists that there are other subtle enhancements even they don't know about anymore as those considered 'the higher ups' wiped their memories immediately after."
Astrid’s expression remained composed, though their sharp eyes betrayed a mixture of curiosity and caution as they listened to Ren and Azumi’s story. The weight of their words—assassinations, betrayals, forced enhancements—painted a grim picture. It was the kind of tale that thrived in the darker corners of the Etherium, where loyalty was fleeting and survival trumped morality.
Astrid leaned forward slightly when they finished speaking as they addressed the pair. “Quite the story you’ve got there,” they began, their voice measured. “The Treasoners, Keres, a murdered sniper, and a General gone rogue—it’s enough to make a person’s head spin.”
They glanced between Ren and Azumi, their gaze steady. “You’ve been through a lot, and I won’t pretend to understand all of it. But I’ve seen enough of this universe to know one thing: the kind of scars you carry don’t fade easily. You’ve got unfinished business, written all over how you both talk and move.”
Astrid’s attention shifted to Ren, their expression softening just a fraction. “You’re angry—and rightfully so. Losing someone like Viper, being betrayed by someone you looked up to... That kind of betrayal cuts deep. But,” they added, their voice firm, “you’ll need more than anger to see this through. And if you’re serious about sticking around, you’ll need to learn when to sheath your rage. A dropkick in the middle of a saloon doesn’t exactly scream ‘team player.’”
Their gaze moved to Azumi, their tone gentler now. “And you, Azumi—you’ve taken on a heavy role, haven’t you? A guardian, a guide, someone trying to hold the pieces together while the cracks keep forming. Admirable, but also dangerous. You’re both running from more than just your past.”
Astrid straightened, arms crossing over their chest. “If you’re looking for a ship to hide on, I’m afraid that’s not what we’re offering. But if you’re after a place where you can rebuild, find purpose, and maybe even get some answers, then we might be able to work something out.”
Their fingers tapped idly on the hilt of their blade. “But make no mistake—if you’re bringing your war with you, it becomes our war. And I won’t tolerate putting the crew or the mission at risk. So, I’ll ask this once: are you in this for redemption, revenge, or something else entirely?”
Astrid leaned forward slightly when they finished speaking as they addressed the pair. “Quite the story you’ve got there,” they began, their voice measured. “The Treasoners, Keres, a murdered sniper, and a General gone rogue—it’s enough to make a person’s head spin.”
They glanced between Ren and Azumi, their gaze steady. “You’ve been through a lot, and I won’t pretend to understand all of it. But I’ve seen enough of this universe to know one thing: the kind of scars you carry don’t fade easily. You’ve got unfinished business, written all over how you both talk and move.”
Astrid’s attention shifted to Ren, their expression softening just a fraction. “You’re angry—and rightfully so. Losing someone like Viper, being betrayed by someone you looked up to... That kind of betrayal cuts deep. But,” they added, their voice firm, “you’ll need more than anger to see this through. And if you’re serious about sticking around, you’ll need to learn when to sheath your rage. A dropkick in the middle of a saloon doesn’t exactly scream ‘team player.’”
Their gaze moved to Azumi, their tone gentler now. “And you, Azumi—you’ve taken on a heavy role, haven’t you? A guardian, a guide, someone trying to hold the pieces together while the cracks keep forming. Admirable, but also dangerous. You’re both running from more than just your past.”
Astrid straightened, arms crossing over their chest. “If you’re looking for a ship to hide on, I’m afraid that’s not what we’re offering. But if you’re after a place where you can rebuild, find purpose, and maybe even get some answers, then we might be able to work something out.”
Their fingers tapped idly on the hilt of their blade. “But make no mistake—if you’re bringing your war with you, it becomes our war. And I won’t tolerate putting the crew or the mission at risk. So, I’ll ask this once: are you in this for redemption, revenge, or something else entirely?”
The saloon doors creaked open, drawing a brief lull in the chatter as Shadow stepped inside. The faint clang of their boots on the floorboards was nearly drowned out by the lively murmur of patrons and the muted strains of music from the corner stage. Their silhouette, framed momentarily by the station’s neon glow, melted into the room's dim light as they moved with practiced ease.
Shadow’s gaze swept the room, landing almost immediately on Astrid. The captain sat at the center of a tense discussion, flanked by a towering ex-military figure with a sharp, disciplined air and two newcomers who stood out even in a place as diverse as the Starfall Saloon. One was a young man, barely containing a simmering rage beneath his tightly coiled demeanor and the other, a woman draped in a violet kimono, radiated an unsettling calm.
Sliding into a nearby seat, Shadow adjusted their satchel—a sign of their recent shopping trip—and leaned back slightly, their glowing eyes flicking between the speakers. They were silent for now, preferring to observe, though the faint tapping of their fingers against the table betrayed a quiet attentiveness.
Astrid’s voice, calm but firm, cut through the saloon's din, their words carrying the weight of a seasoned leader. “Quite the story you’ve got there,” they began, addressing the newcomers. “The Treasoners, Keres, a murdered sniper, and a General gone rogue—it’s enough to make anyone’s head spin.”
Shadow raised an eyebrow at the mention of Keres. That name was one they’d heard before, whispered in the underbelly of marketplaces and dark corridors. Their interest was piqued further, though they kept their thoughts to themselves.
Shadow leaned against the edge of their table, eyes fixed on Astrid as they addressed the newcomers. From their vantage point, the captain’s tone carried a balance of authority and understanding—a hallmark of someone who knew how to weigh words carefully.
Astrid’s gaze settled on the young man, Ren, who still seemed coiled with barely restrained tension. “You’re angry—and rightfully so,” Astrid said, their voice even but firm. Shadow watched as Ren’s expression flickered, the rawness of loss momentarily breaking through his hardened exterior. Losing someone like Viper... betrayal... Shadow tilted their head slightly, processing the emotions hanging in the air. They knew that kind of pain—sharp, searing, and all too consuming. Astrid’s calm assessment was like a hand held out, offering steadiness without making excuses.
But then came the sharper edge. “A dropkick in the middle of a saloon doesn’t inspire confidence in teamwork.” Shadow almost smirked at that, glancing briefly at the faint scuff marks left behind. Astrid wasn’t one to coddle, and it was a relief to see them call things out when needed.
When Astrid turned to the woman in the kimono—Azumi—Shadow’s focus shifted with them. Azumi had an unnerving calmness about her, one that reminded Shadow of people who were always two steps ahead of everyone else. “And you, Azumi,” Astrid began, their tone gentler but no less pointed. “You’ve taken on more than just the role of a guardian. You’re trying to hold together a crumbling foundation, all while navigating a path riddled with dangers.”
Shadow’s fingers drummed softly against their thigh as they considered the weight of Astrid’s words. Admirable, they thought, though their sharp instincts whispered that Azumi was someone to watch closely. People like her carried secrets as easily as they wore their clothes—and those secrets had a way of complicating things.
Astrid’s final remark echoed in Shadow’s mind. Running from more than just your past. They couldn’t help but wonder how much truth Azumi was holding back—and how much of it might come crashing down on them if they weren’t careful. Shadow kept silent, content to observe, and let Astrid’s words sink into the room like stones dropping into still water.
The tension hung in the air, thick and electric, as Shadow shifted slightly in their seat, their posture relaxed but ready. Whatever came next, they’d be watching—and ready to act if needed.
Shadow’s gaze swept the room, landing almost immediately on Astrid. The captain sat at the center of a tense discussion, flanked by a towering ex-military figure with a sharp, disciplined air and two newcomers who stood out even in a place as diverse as the Starfall Saloon. One was a young man, barely containing a simmering rage beneath his tightly coiled demeanor and the other, a woman draped in a violet kimono, radiated an unsettling calm.
Sliding into a nearby seat, Shadow adjusted their satchel—a sign of their recent shopping trip—and leaned back slightly, their glowing eyes flicking between the speakers. They were silent for now, preferring to observe, though the faint tapping of their fingers against the table betrayed a quiet attentiveness.
Astrid’s voice, calm but firm, cut through the saloon's din, their words carrying the weight of a seasoned leader. “Quite the story you’ve got there,” they began, addressing the newcomers. “The Treasoners, Keres, a murdered sniper, and a General gone rogue—it’s enough to make anyone’s head spin.”
Shadow raised an eyebrow at the mention of Keres. That name was one they’d heard before, whispered in the underbelly of marketplaces and dark corridors. Their interest was piqued further, though they kept their thoughts to themselves.
Shadow leaned against the edge of their table, eyes fixed on Astrid as they addressed the newcomers. From their vantage point, the captain’s tone carried a balance of authority and understanding—a hallmark of someone who knew how to weigh words carefully.
Astrid’s gaze settled on the young man, Ren, who still seemed coiled with barely restrained tension. “You’re angry—and rightfully so,” Astrid said, their voice even but firm. Shadow watched as Ren’s expression flickered, the rawness of loss momentarily breaking through his hardened exterior. Losing someone like Viper... betrayal... Shadow tilted their head slightly, processing the emotions hanging in the air. They knew that kind of pain—sharp, searing, and all too consuming. Astrid’s calm assessment was like a hand held out, offering steadiness without making excuses.
But then came the sharper edge. “A dropkick in the middle of a saloon doesn’t inspire confidence in teamwork.” Shadow almost smirked at that, glancing briefly at the faint scuff marks left behind. Astrid wasn’t one to coddle, and it was a relief to see them call things out when needed.
When Astrid turned to the woman in the kimono—Azumi—Shadow’s focus shifted with them. Azumi had an unnerving calmness about her, one that reminded Shadow of people who were always two steps ahead of everyone else. “And you, Azumi,” Astrid began, their tone gentler but no less pointed. “You’ve taken on more than just the role of a guardian. You’re trying to hold together a crumbling foundation, all while navigating a path riddled with dangers.”
Shadow’s fingers drummed softly against their thigh as they considered the weight of Astrid’s words. Admirable, they thought, though their sharp instincts whispered that Azumi was someone to watch closely. People like her carried secrets as easily as they wore their clothes—and those secrets had a way of complicating things.
Astrid’s final remark echoed in Shadow’s mind. Running from more than just your past. They couldn’t help but wonder how much truth Azumi was holding back—and how much of it might come crashing down on them if they weren’t careful. Shadow kept silent, content to observe, and let Astrid’s words sink into the room like stones dropping into still water.
The tension hung in the air, thick and electric, as Shadow shifted slightly in their seat, their posture relaxed but ready. Whatever came next, they’d be watching—and ready to act if needed.
Ren and Azumi tilted their heads in unison at Astrid's remark. Strangely, they were quite in sync at times. Guns for hire? Ren thought. Sounded like a good idea, but Astrid's mention of "bringing their war" along with them did concern him.
"Interesting" Ren said "You're that willing to bring the two of us in, huh? Suit yourself, we owe you one. Just don't get yourself killed 'cause of us. That's usually my job"
Azumi slapped Ren by the leg with her tail before saying "That was never your job dear. You have been trained as a scout first, an assassin second!"
Ren simply chuckled and pet Azumi. He then stepped ever closer to Astrid, shaking his head.
"It's not redemption or revenge we're after, not anymore" Ren said "Survival. Sure, we could've lived on the run, but what would we do if we literally had nowhere to run?"
"We want to live to see another day, and the coming days after that. We don't kill because we're sadistic cultists like Keres. We kill only if there's no choice. Despite my squad's track record for being incredibly lethal, we're also the only squad doing humanitarian stuff. And, as we speak, our fellow Treasoners are taking measures to-"
He paused as something crossed his line of sight. A drone! He knew what the mercenary group's signature reconnaisance drone looked like. A cylinder with wheels jutting out each base of. Ren quickly drew a different pistol, this time, it had a silencer attached. He shot the drone directlty into its center camera, leaving it decommissioned.
It was an exceptional silencer, leaving no sound at all. Perhaps it was not even the silencer itself that did all the work. Maybe the inner mechanisms of the gun have been modified to reduce sound
"Ah crud, they're already spying on us as we speak" Ren scowled.
Then the two criticized his impulsive decision to barge into an open space just to dropkick someone. Yeah, he thought to himself. He could have simply used a drone or another gadget to provide intel as to his target's whereabouts before immobilizing his with a supersonic disorientation drone. Many possibilities, many more options. They were right, it was not exactly a competent action. This all ran in his mind, constant theoretical simulations. Though, embarrassingly enough, it looked like the young man was gazing at nothing for a few moments before speaking again.
"I'm usually a lone operative, it's how I do things" Ren rolled his eyes "Ah whatever, advice is advice. I haven't really been coordinating with my squad anyway. I'm aware I've been acting way too rashly"
"And the squad, me especially, would just wish for you to train your patience! Just because you're exceptional at performing high-risk tasks does not mean you are to risk your life when the opportunity presents itself!" Azumi said, her small hands on her hips.
Ren sighed, putting his hands behind his head. If it weren't for what he usually did, they would not have lasted this long. They were trained killers, he always knew they were always near the decrepit door of death. One day, a mission could end up with at least one casualty. It did, at least right after its completion. He always had to fight as if it were his last. Then again, they did not know why he constantly put himself at risk.
"Interesting" Ren said "You're that willing to bring the two of us in, huh? Suit yourself, we owe you one. Just don't get yourself killed 'cause of us. That's usually my job"
Azumi slapped Ren by the leg with her tail before saying "That was never your job dear. You have been trained as a scout first, an assassin second!"
Ren simply chuckled and pet Azumi. He then stepped ever closer to Astrid, shaking his head.
"It's not redemption or revenge we're after, not anymore" Ren said "Survival. Sure, we could've lived on the run, but what would we do if we literally had nowhere to run?"
"We want to live to see another day, and the coming days after that. We don't kill because we're sadistic cultists like Keres. We kill only if there's no choice. Despite my squad's track record for being incredibly lethal, we're also the only squad doing humanitarian stuff. And, as we speak, our fellow Treasoners are taking measures to-"
He paused as something crossed his line of sight. A drone! He knew what the mercenary group's signature reconnaisance drone looked like. A cylinder with wheels jutting out each base of. Ren quickly drew a different pistol, this time, it had a silencer attached. He shot the drone directlty into its center camera, leaving it decommissioned.
It was an exceptional silencer, leaving no sound at all. Perhaps it was not even the silencer itself that did all the work. Maybe the inner mechanisms of the gun have been modified to reduce sound
"Ah crud, they're already spying on us as we speak" Ren scowled.
Then the two criticized his impulsive decision to barge into an open space just to dropkick someone. Yeah, he thought to himself. He could have simply used a drone or another gadget to provide intel as to his target's whereabouts before immobilizing his with a supersonic disorientation drone. Many possibilities, many more options. They were right, it was not exactly a competent action. This all ran in his mind, constant theoretical simulations. Though, embarrassingly enough, it looked like the young man was gazing at nothing for a few moments before speaking again.
"I'm usually a lone operative, it's how I do things" Ren rolled his eyes "Ah whatever, advice is advice. I haven't really been coordinating with my squad anyway. I'm aware I've been acting way too rashly"
"And the squad, me especially, would just wish for you to train your patience! Just because you're exceptional at performing high-risk tasks does not mean you are to risk your life when the opportunity presents itself!" Azumi said, her small hands on her hips.
Ren sighed, putting his hands behind his head. If it weren't for what he usually did, they would not have lasted this long. They were trained killers, he always knew they were always near the decrepit door of death. One day, a mission could end up with at least one casualty. It did, at least right after its completion. He always had to fight as if it were his last. Then again, they did not know why he constantly put himself at risk.
~Ceibo Timir~
As he was just watching he followed the direction that Ren shot his surprisingly silent gun in. Getting a glimpse of the drone for a moment and hearing the crashing sound of it hitting the floor, he decided to investigate it. "Will be back in a moment Astrid, I want to take a look at that drone."
Making his ways through the crowd towards the approximate spot where he saw the drone drop, it didn't take long to spot it lying on the ground where people actively avoided the now sparking tech. In his many years he had already seen some similar drones to this one. After all he had regularly met up with some mercenaries, that where working with the military from time to time. Deciding to still approach it from the side where the camera was turned away from, he stepped closer.
Ceibo had frequently heard that some groups like to put explosives into their drones to destroy all the evidence inside them and to make tracking the original drone pilot rather difficult, he still kept some safety distance. "Ren do you know if these explode if destroyed?" He called out to the young man. "I don't want an explosive lying around in a heavily trafficked area." The people that surrounded the drone scattered rather quickly away as soon as they heard those words.
As he was just watching he followed the direction that Ren shot his surprisingly silent gun in. Getting a glimpse of the drone for a moment and hearing the crashing sound of it hitting the floor, he decided to investigate it. "Will be back in a moment Astrid, I want to take a look at that drone."
Making his ways through the crowd towards the approximate spot where he saw the drone drop, it didn't take long to spot it lying on the ground where people actively avoided the now sparking tech. In his many years he had already seen some similar drones to this one. After all he had regularly met up with some mercenaries, that where working with the military from time to time. Deciding to still approach it from the side where the camera was turned away from, he stepped closer.
Ceibo had frequently heard that some groups like to put explosives into their drones to destroy all the evidence inside them and to make tracking the original drone pilot rather difficult, he still kept some safety distance. "Ren do you know if these explode if destroyed?" He called out to the young man. "I don't want an explosive lying around in a heavily trafficked area." The people that surrounded the drone scattered rather quickly away as soon as they heard those words.
Astrid’s sharp eyes tracked Ren’s movements, noting the shift in his demeanor—from the recklessness of a confident lone wolf to the subdued introspection of someone who carried battles far heavier than most. The silence that followed the impossibly quiet shot at the drone spoke volumes, punctuated by the faint crackle of its sparking remains. Astrid’s lips twitched into a subtle smirk, both impressed and wary.
“Hmm... Survival,” they echoed softly, the word weaving through the tension left by the destroyed drone. Leaning slightly, they rested their body against a wall, addressing Ren and Azumi. “That’s as good a reason as any to fight—maybe that's the only thing that truly matters out here." They paused for a moment as they leaned off from the wall. "But survival without a plan?" They shook their head. "That’s a knife edge you’ve been balancing on for far too long.”
Their gaze lingered on Ren, unyielding and cutting through the layers of bravado. “You’re exceptional—anyone with half a brain could see that. But exceptional turns reckless fast. I’m not doubting your skills; you’ve shown enough tonight to prove your worth. But the lone wolf act? It’s got a short shelf life, and it’s only a matter of time before the pack catches up. If you want to live to see those ‘coming days,’ you’ll need to trust more than just yourself.”
Astrid shifted their focus to Azumi, their tone softening. “You’re sharp—you see the cracks before they widen, and you’re holding him together. That’s no small task. But even the strongest foundation can collapse if it’s under constant siege. Keep pushing him to be smarter. It’ll save you both before this is over.”
The captain stood, their commanding presence drawing attention as they crossed their arms. Their gaze flicked to the drone, its broken camera staring like an unblinking eye. “You’re being hunted. The war you’ve been running from? It’s already here. If you come aboard my ship, that war becomes my problem—and I don’t take kindly to problems that put my crew at risk.”
Their sharp eyes settled on Ren again, the edge of a challenge in their voice. “I’m not in the habit of turning away people willing to fight for their survival. If you want in, prove you’re worth the risk. I don’t need lone operatives. I need people who fight smart, think fast, and stand shoulder to shoulder when the void breathes down our necks.”
Astrid addressed Azumi directly. “And for what it’s worth, I don’t see just a boy you’re looking after—I see someone fighting to prove they deserve to survive. That’s no easy thing to do alone. Good thing no one makes it through this life alone, not really.”
As the silence stretched, the tension in the room thickened, broken only by Ceibo’s measured approach toward the sparking drone. Astrid’s gaze flicked to him, sharp and thoughtful as he studied the device. They rose, striding closer but keeping a cautious distance.
“Good call, Ceibo,” Astrid said, their voice cutting through the crowd's murmurs. “Ren, you seem to have a knack for these things. What’s the deal with this one? Ceibo’s got a point—the last thing we need is an unexpected fireworks show.”
They glanced at the scattering patrons and raised their voice, calm yet commanding. “Everyone, step back and give us space. We’ve got this.”
Turning back to Ren, their expression turned faintly amused. “If you plan to make this a habit, a heads-up wouldn’t hurt. Now—scout, tracker, or something worse?”
Astrid’s posture remained steady, their sharp gaze darting between Ren and the drone, ready to react if things escalated further. The air buzzed with unspoken tension, waiting for the next move.
“Hmm... Survival,” they echoed softly, the word weaving through the tension left by the destroyed drone. Leaning slightly, they rested their body against a wall, addressing Ren and Azumi. “That’s as good a reason as any to fight—maybe that's the only thing that truly matters out here." They paused for a moment as they leaned off from the wall. "But survival without a plan?" They shook their head. "That’s a knife edge you’ve been balancing on for far too long.”
Their gaze lingered on Ren, unyielding and cutting through the layers of bravado. “You’re exceptional—anyone with half a brain could see that. But exceptional turns reckless fast. I’m not doubting your skills; you’ve shown enough tonight to prove your worth. But the lone wolf act? It’s got a short shelf life, and it’s only a matter of time before the pack catches up. If you want to live to see those ‘coming days,’ you’ll need to trust more than just yourself.”
Astrid shifted their focus to Azumi, their tone softening. “You’re sharp—you see the cracks before they widen, and you’re holding him together. That’s no small task. But even the strongest foundation can collapse if it’s under constant siege. Keep pushing him to be smarter. It’ll save you both before this is over.”
The captain stood, their commanding presence drawing attention as they crossed their arms. Their gaze flicked to the drone, its broken camera staring like an unblinking eye. “You’re being hunted. The war you’ve been running from? It’s already here. If you come aboard my ship, that war becomes my problem—and I don’t take kindly to problems that put my crew at risk.”
Their sharp eyes settled on Ren again, the edge of a challenge in their voice. “I’m not in the habit of turning away people willing to fight for their survival. If you want in, prove you’re worth the risk. I don’t need lone operatives. I need people who fight smart, think fast, and stand shoulder to shoulder when the void breathes down our necks.”
Astrid addressed Azumi directly. “And for what it’s worth, I don’t see just a boy you’re looking after—I see someone fighting to prove they deserve to survive. That’s no easy thing to do alone. Good thing no one makes it through this life alone, not really.”
As the silence stretched, the tension in the room thickened, broken only by Ceibo’s measured approach toward the sparking drone. Astrid’s gaze flicked to him, sharp and thoughtful as he studied the device. They rose, striding closer but keeping a cautious distance.
“Good call, Ceibo,” Astrid said, their voice cutting through the crowd's murmurs. “Ren, you seem to have a knack for these things. What’s the deal with this one? Ceibo’s got a point—the last thing we need is an unexpected fireworks show.”
They glanced at the scattering patrons and raised their voice, calm yet commanding. “Everyone, step back and give us space. We’ve got this.”
Turning back to Ren, their expression turned faintly amused. “If you plan to make this a habit, a heads-up wouldn’t hurt. Now—scout, tracker, or something worse?”
Astrid’s posture remained steady, their sharp gaze darting between Ren and the drone, ready to react if things escalated further. The air buzzed with unspoken tension, waiting for the next move.
From the dim recesses of the room, Shadow observed the scene with a detachment honed by years of survival in the void between alliances and trust. They moved closer, silent as the dark itself, their form blending into the ambient gloom until their voice emerged—a whisper that carried weight.
"Scout drones don’t spark like that unless tampered with," they said, their tone low and deliberate, their mismatched eyes fixed on the broken device. The faint glimmer of their presence rippled through the room like a living shadow, drawing attention without demanding it. "And if someone’s already watching us, they won’t waste time sending only one. It’s probably a diversion for something more."
Shadow’s gaze shifted briefly to Astrid, a faint smirk on their lips. "Not your average stray problems, Captain. Your instincts are sharp, but this..." They gestured subtly toward the sparking tech. "This is more than just scouting. It’s an opening move. One that could cost lives."
They turned their attention to Ren, stepping closer as the edges of their form seemed to blur, blending into the surroundings. "You’re sharp. That much is clear. But sharp doesn’t mean invincible. You were quick to silence it, sure—but quick moves leave echoes. They’ll know their eyes are blind now. If you’ve been operating alone for this long, you should know what comes next yes?"
Shadow crouched by the drone but didn’t touch it, their gaze flicking across its surface like a predator stalking prey. "If this was a standard recon unit, it’d be dead tech by now. But look..." They gestured toward the subtle shimmer of a faint red light embedded deep in the wreckage. "It’s transmitting. A fail-safe."
Their eyes snapped to Ceibo, assessing his proximity to the drone. "Good instincts, stepping cautiously. If this one’s wired to blow, they’d have rigged it for impact or proximity. But this? This is sending data somewhere else. It’s a tracker—and a deathtrap."
Shadow straightened, their shadowed form seemingly stretching across the dim space. "The question isn’t whether they’re watching. It’s whether they’re already on their way."
Turning to Astrid, their voice carried an edge of grim amusement. "Seems you’ve got a crew that’s about to test its mettle. Do you want survivors? Better get them used to fighting in the open, Captain."
They faced Ren, their tone softening just slightly, though their words remained pointed. "The kind of war you’re running from won’t let you keep playing lone hero. Do you want survival? Start learning to play the long game—and stop acting like you’ve got nothing to lose. Because the rest of us?" They glanced toward Azumi, then the crowd still shifting uneasily. "We’re not just collateral in your battles and I won't just die for anyone."
Shadow faded back a step, their form almost disappearing into the background, though their presence lingered, heavy and unyielding. The silence stretched taut, leaving their words to settle uncomfortably over the group.
"Scout drones don’t spark like that unless tampered with," they said, their tone low and deliberate, their mismatched eyes fixed on the broken device. The faint glimmer of their presence rippled through the room like a living shadow, drawing attention without demanding it. "And if someone’s already watching us, they won’t waste time sending only one. It’s probably a diversion for something more."
Shadow’s gaze shifted briefly to Astrid, a faint smirk on their lips. "Not your average stray problems, Captain. Your instincts are sharp, but this..." They gestured subtly toward the sparking tech. "This is more than just scouting. It’s an opening move. One that could cost lives."
They turned their attention to Ren, stepping closer as the edges of their form seemed to blur, blending into the surroundings. "You’re sharp. That much is clear. But sharp doesn’t mean invincible. You were quick to silence it, sure—but quick moves leave echoes. They’ll know their eyes are blind now. If you’ve been operating alone for this long, you should know what comes next yes?"
Shadow crouched by the drone but didn’t touch it, their gaze flicking across its surface like a predator stalking prey. "If this was a standard recon unit, it’d be dead tech by now. But look..." They gestured toward the subtle shimmer of a faint red light embedded deep in the wreckage. "It’s transmitting. A fail-safe."
Their eyes snapped to Ceibo, assessing his proximity to the drone. "Good instincts, stepping cautiously. If this one’s wired to blow, they’d have rigged it for impact or proximity. But this? This is sending data somewhere else. It’s a tracker—and a deathtrap."
Shadow straightened, their shadowed form seemingly stretching across the dim space. "The question isn’t whether they’re watching. It’s whether they’re already on their way."
Turning to Astrid, their voice carried an edge of grim amusement. "Seems you’ve got a crew that’s about to test its mettle. Do you want survivors? Better get them used to fighting in the open, Captain."
They faced Ren, their tone softening just slightly, though their words remained pointed. "The kind of war you’re running from won’t let you keep playing lone hero. Do you want survival? Start learning to play the long game—and stop acting like you’ve got nothing to lose. Because the rest of us?" They glanced toward Azumi, then the crowd still shifting uneasily. "We’re not just collateral in your battles and I won't just die for anyone."
Shadow faded back a step, their form almost disappearing into the background, though their presence lingered, heavy and unyielding. The silence stretched taut, leaving their words to settle uncomfortably over the group.
"We were forced to resort to focusing on the short term until we met all of you. The Treasoners have impeded our every action" Azumi smiled at Astrid "As for your suggestion, I shall consider becoming much more strict with him"
Ren did not bother to listen to Azumi and Astrid's banter, there were more pressing matters the party had to deal with. He became dumbfounded at Shadow's quick deduction. He was not expecting someone to figure the Treasoner's way of using drones. Nevertheless, there was one missing detail from their guess. Unpredictability was always the Treasoner's best weapon and he had to explain it.
"Yeah, they decided to track us" He said "Anything could've happened with that drone, really. Self-destruction, a tracking chip, maybe even an enhanced pathogen released like a mist to kill everyone here"
"And you did not bother to consider the third possibility?" Azumi scolded Ren
"Because I've got you. You're a kitsune, you coulda smell it from a mile away. If that didn't work, I knew that you'd use your abilities to check, you would've easily stopped me from shooting it"
Azumi was surprised at Ren's sudden change of behavior. The boy was definitely intelligent, but it was clear he never cared enough to use his mind most of the time. He must have taken Shadow's and Astrid's words to heart because the fox spirit knew one thing about Ren, push him hard enough and it was as if Ren suddenly changed his personality. Though, such a pretense would only last for so long. He only adapted just to give in to his wrathful desires of revenge when he deemed it suitable to do so. Though Shadow referring to the rest and themselves not being collateral must have hit him the hardest. Ruthless as he may be, he only chooses to act on it if a foe could not be reasoned with. His squad was the only humanitarian one during their time as Treasoners and he played a major role in doing so. He does not get people killed. Well, not civillians at the very least. Still, it was not as if he should divulge such matters right this moment.
In response to Shadow's expectations of another plan, Ren already had it covered.
"Already one step ahead of you" He said, rolling his eyes. He limply threw a device into Shadow's hand. The words "A.R.G.U.S" booted up and on its screen showed cameras set up just outside the bar's general area. Two masked and hooded individuals wearing the same armor Ren wore with the same sigil embedded on them. They were approaching from the front of the bar
"There's a button there you can press to blast a disorienting wave at them" Ren said "It'll buy us just enough time to get to that ship"
Ren proceeded to walk towards the back door of the bar with Azumi following closely. She beckoned them to escape.
"Oh, and there better be signal jammers installed on the ship" He continued
"We are yours to command, captain!" Azumi said to Astrid jovially "Well, that is until we can contact our squad leader once again!"
Ren did not bother to listen to Azumi and Astrid's banter, there were more pressing matters the party had to deal with. He became dumbfounded at Shadow's quick deduction. He was not expecting someone to figure the Treasoner's way of using drones. Nevertheless, there was one missing detail from their guess. Unpredictability was always the Treasoner's best weapon and he had to explain it.
"Yeah, they decided to track us" He said "Anything could've happened with that drone, really. Self-destruction, a tracking chip, maybe even an enhanced pathogen released like a mist to kill everyone here"
"And you did not bother to consider the third possibility?" Azumi scolded Ren
"Because I've got you. You're a kitsune, you coulda smell it from a mile away. If that didn't work, I knew that you'd use your abilities to check, you would've easily stopped me from shooting it"
Azumi was surprised at Ren's sudden change of behavior. The boy was definitely intelligent, but it was clear he never cared enough to use his mind most of the time. He must have taken Shadow's and Astrid's words to heart because the fox spirit knew one thing about Ren, push him hard enough and it was as if Ren suddenly changed his personality. Though, such a pretense would only last for so long. He only adapted just to give in to his wrathful desires of revenge when he deemed it suitable to do so. Though Shadow referring to the rest and themselves not being collateral must have hit him the hardest. Ruthless as he may be, he only chooses to act on it if a foe could not be reasoned with. His squad was the only humanitarian one during their time as Treasoners and he played a major role in doing so. He does not get people killed. Well, not civillians at the very least. Still, it was not as if he should divulge such matters right this moment.
In response to Shadow's expectations of another plan, Ren already had it covered.
"Already one step ahead of you" He said, rolling his eyes. He limply threw a device into Shadow's hand. The words "A.R.G.U.S" booted up and on its screen showed cameras set up just outside the bar's general area. Two masked and hooded individuals wearing the same armor Ren wore with the same sigil embedded on them. They were approaching from the front of the bar
"There's a button there you can press to blast a disorienting wave at them" Ren said "It'll buy us just enough time to get to that ship"
Ren proceeded to walk towards the back door of the bar with Azumi following closely. She beckoned them to escape.
"Oh, and there better be signal jammers installed on the ship" He continued
"We are yours to command, captain!" Azumi said to Astrid jovially "Well, that is until we can contact our squad leader once again!"
~Ceibo Timir~
"I already do not like it sending data somewhere, that also means that there could be a remote trigger for it to blow." He was a bit surprised by Shadows sudden appearance, but as they called Astrid captain and Astrid acknowledging them, he felt a lot saver around them. He got out a device from his pocket and started calibrating it, trying to track down where the signal went. "Ren you should have really warned us before shooting it. I am gonna try to cut the connection of the person to the other end, but I can't guarantee it."
His eyes flew over the displayed information on one side of the screen, while he grabbed a chair to at least put his comms device on his legs while he tried to sever the connection. He had to be as fast as possible to reduce the chance of a remote detonation. With the drone being right next to him it wasn't too hard to start the tracking. While he let it calculate the position on its on, he started to already prepare the code to sever it as soon as it finished. Seeing the confirmation of what looked to be a warehouse on the other side of star fall station, he instantly executed the command. Standing up in the same motion he looked over to the flickering light going dead inside the drone and it ceasing to spark. "Got it disabled, the location of the person it was sending it to and some of the data. If they are approaching, there is no time to look at it here. Lets go!" He nodded towards Astrid.
For his own safety he disappeared into the darkness, as he sent out a message to Auriga before following the crew out of the saloon. -- Auriga, I am on Starfall Station right now. I have joined a Ship crew as their comms officer. They would be interested in you as well. Where are you right now?-- Storing the comms device back into his bag, Ceibo got ready to leave the Saloon as fast as possible.
"I already do not like it sending data somewhere, that also means that there could be a remote trigger for it to blow." He was a bit surprised by Shadows sudden appearance, but as they called Astrid captain and Astrid acknowledging them, he felt a lot saver around them. He got out a device from his pocket and started calibrating it, trying to track down where the signal went. "Ren you should have really warned us before shooting it. I am gonna try to cut the connection of the person to the other end, but I can't guarantee it."
His eyes flew over the displayed information on one side of the screen, while he grabbed a chair to at least put his comms device on his legs while he tried to sever the connection. He had to be as fast as possible to reduce the chance of a remote detonation. With the drone being right next to him it wasn't too hard to start the tracking. While he let it calculate the position on its on, he started to already prepare the code to sever it as soon as it finished. Seeing the confirmation of what looked to be a warehouse on the other side of star fall station, he instantly executed the command. Standing up in the same motion he looked over to the flickering light going dead inside the drone and it ceasing to spark. "Got it disabled, the location of the person it was sending it to and some of the data. If they are approaching, there is no time to look at it here. Lets go!" He nodded towards Astrid.
For his own safety he disappeared into the darkness, as he sent out a message to Auriga before following the crew out of the saloon. -- Auriga, I am on Starfall Station right now. I have joined a Ship crew as their comms officer. They would be interested in you as well. Where are you right now?-- Storing the comms device back into his bag, Ceibo got ready to leave the Saloon as fast as possible.
~Auriga Lich~
The pilot had spent the day so far on deck of one of the many trade ships that had just arrived the in the early hours in Starfall Station. Auriga had jumped in for the return journey of it to the Station from Orion City, as their regular pilot had gotten sick. With the next big race over two weeks away they had offered to do the owner a favour as they had nothing to do anyways. Having helped the crew unload the cargo, and bring it to the warehouse of the trading company, they now where now strolling past the docks, admiring the ships.
There where a few beautiful ones, one with excellently caved white wood made in sylvan design, another with quite eye catching gold trimmed black sails. They loved looking at ships and imagining what it would be like to steer them. They would love to try to pilot a sylvan ship, as they where quite aerodynamic and some of the fastest ships out there, yet they hadn't gotten the chance so far. Some species incorporated some of their magics into the ships they build, making the experience of piloting them quite different to standardized ships. Such excellent ones where rare and sadly only used by the rich and affluent people of their respective species, as crafting them was a lot more costly and time consuming. But Auriga could dream.
A familiar beeping of their comms sounded as a message came in. Spotting a free bench not far from where they where, they skipped over and slid onto it, happily dangling their feet. Unclipping the a little larger than hand sized device from their belt, they turned the display on. With some quick button presses they opened their newly received message of Ceibo.
Raising one of their eyebrows at seeing their old friend also being on the Station and him mentioning a job, they let out a loud laugh, scarring some of the local spacegulls away from their surroundings. "Well, if Ceibo is on board, that would make it a hell of a lot more fun." Auriga didn't mind talking to themselves out loud. Tapping their fingers on the device they thought about how to respond for a while.
--Would be boring without good old me huh. You would die of boredom if i wasn't the pilot, have to keep ya on ya toes after all, rocker. Also on Starfall right now, so where ya at big guy? Have to spit on your head again, because no one else can because you're so tall! Wings rock!-- Grinning to themselves they stretched their wings a bit. They really missed the old times when both Ceibo and them where on a ship together. Maybe both of them could go listen to a few bands on the Station before heading out to something new.
They where way to impatient to sit around while waiting for his return message, so Auriga decided to take a little flight around the pier till they heard the familiar beeping once again.
The pilot had spent the day so far on deck of one of the many trade ships that had just arrived the in the early hours in Starfall Station. Auriga had jumped in for the return journey of it to the Station from Orion City, as their regular pilot had gotten sick. With the next big race over two weeks away they had offered to do the owner a favour as they had nothing to do anyways. Having helped the crew unload the cargo, and bring it to the warehouse of the trading company, they now where now strolling past the docks, admiring the ships.
There where a few beautiful ones, one with excellently caved white wood made in sylvan design, another with quite eye catching gold trimmed black sails. They loved looking at ships and imagining what it would be like to steer them. They would love to try to pilot a sylvan ship, as they where quite aerodynamic and some of the fastest ships out there, yet they hadn't gotten the chance so far. Some species incorporated some of their magics into the ships they build, making the experience of piloting them quite different to standardized ships. Such excellent ones where rare and sadly only used by the rich and affluent people of their respective species, as crafting them was a lot more costly and time consuming. But Auriga could dream.
A familiar beeping of their comms sounded as a message came in. Spotting a free bench not far from where they where, they skipped over and slid onto it, happily dangling their feet. Unclipping the a little larger than hand sized device from their belt, they turned the display on. With some quick button presses they opened their newly received message of Ceibo.
Raising one of their eyebrows at seeing their old friend also being on the Station and him mentioning a job, they let out a loud laugh, scarring some of the local spacegulls away from their surroundings. "Well, if Ceibo is on board, that would make it a hell of a lot more fun." Auriga didn't mind talking to themselves out loud. Tapping their fingers on the device they thought about how to respond for a while.
--Would be boring without good old me huh. You would die of boredom if i wasn't the pilot, have to keep ya on ya toes after all, rocker. Also on Starfall right now, so where ya at big guy? Have to spit on your head again, because no one else can because you're so tall! Wings rock!-- Grinning to themselves they stretched their wings a bit. They really missed the old times when both Ceibo and them where on a ship together. Maybe both of them could go listen to a few bands on the Station before heading out to something new.
They where way to impatient to sit around while waiting for his return message, so Auriga decided to take a little flight around the pier till they heard the familiar beeping once again.
Shadow caught the device effortlessly, their mismatched eyes narrowing as they studied the interface. The name "A.R.G.U.S." flickered ominously on the screen, and their gaze shifted briefly to Ren, sharp and unyielding.
“Signal jammers, distractions, escape plans,” Shadow murmured, their voice low but resonant. “You’re not as reckless as you let on. But relying on your mind games while trusting others to clean up the pieces—that’ll catch up to you eventually.”
They pressed the button as instructed, a faint hum followed by a muted pulse signaling the disorienting wave’s activation. Shadow didn’t spare the screen a second glance, trusting it to do its job as they refocused on Ren and Azumi.
“Buying time is a start,” they continued their tone cold but not without an edge of reluctant approval. “But time without coordination is a clock ticking toward disaster.”
As Ren moved toward the back door, Shadow’s shadowed form seemed to ripple faintly, indicating their readiness to act. They addressed Azumi without looking directly at her, their voice softer but no less weighty.
“He takes your support for granted,” they said flatly, though not without a hint of acknowledgment. “But you know that already, don’t you? You’re sharp, Azumi. Keep him sharp too—or his next reckless decision might not just burn him.”
They shifted their attention to Astrid, their gaze steady. “Captain, you’ve got the pieces of a team here. Imperfect, mismatched, and volatile—but functional if played right. If Ren’s squad catches wind of him being alive, expect complications. The Treasoners won’t just stop at drones. They’re persistent, clever, and brutal. The kind of people who don’t just play the game; they rewrite the rules.”
The shadows around them deepened briefly, then dissipated as Shadow turned toward the back exit, their movements smooth and calculated. “If we’re making a break for that ship, let’s do it before they think to flank us. And Ren—” Shadow paused long enough to ensure the boy was paying attention. “Your fight might be personal, but survival’s a group effort out here. Don’t forget that.”
Without another word, they faded into the dim light of the bar, their presence felt even as they seemed to vanish ready to regroup and adapt as the situation demanded.
“Signal jammers, distractions, escape plans,” Shadow murmured, their voice low but resonant. “You’re not as reckless as you let on. But relying on your mind games while trusting others to clean up the pieces—that’ll catch up to you eventually.”
They pressed the button as instructed, a faint hum followed by a muted pulse signaling the disorienting wave’s activation. Shadow didn’t spare the screen a second glance, trusting it to do its job as they refocused on Ren and Azumi.
“Buying time is a start,” they continued their tone cold but not without an edge of reluctant approval. “But time without coordination is a clock ticking toward disaster.”
As Ren moved toward the back door, Shadow’s shadowed form seemed to ripple faintly, indicating their readiness to act. They addressed Azumi without looking directly at her, their voice softer but no less weighty.
“He takes your support for granted,” they said flatly, though not without a hint of acknowledgment. “But you know that already, don’t you? You’re sharp, Azumi. Keep him sharp too—or his next reckless decision might not just burn him.”
They shifted their attention to Astrid, their gaze steady. “Captain, you’ve got the pieces of a team here. Imperfect, mismatched, and volatile—but functional if played right. If Ren’s squad catches wind of him being alive, expect complications. The Treasoners won’t just stop at drones. They’re persistent, clever, and brutal. The kind of people who don’t just play the game; they rewrite the rules.”
The shadows around them deepened briefly, then dissipated as Shadow turned toward the back exit, their movements smooth and calculated. “If we’re making a break for that ship, let’s do it before they think to flank us. And Ren—” Shadow paused long enough to ensure the boy was paying attention. “Your fight might be personal, but survival’s a group effort out here. Don’t forget that.”
Without another word, they faded into the dim light of the bar, their presence felt even as they seemed to vanish ready to regroup and adapt as the situation demanded.
Shadow’s calm but weighted words hung in the air as Astrid absorbed the gravity of the situation. “Imperfect, mismatched, and volatile,” Shadow had said—and they weren’t wrong. But in Astrid’s experience, would become unstoppable, if tempered the right way.
They turned sharply to Ceibo as the drone’s light flickered out, taking a moment to assess his work. The device’s inert state was a temporary relief, though Astrid’s expression remained grim knowing that's not the last of them.
“Good work, Ceibo,” they said, their tone clipped but approving. “A warehouse on the far side of Starfall? That puts them closer than we’d hoped. They’ll be expecting us to scatter, but we won’t play their game.”
Astrid’s gaze swept the group, sharp and deliberate, landing on each in turn. “Shadow, take the flank. If they’re smart—and they are—they’ll be watching for weak links. Make sure there aren’t any. Ren, Azumi,” they continued, their voice hardening, “stick together. I don’t have time to deal with a lone wolf or a stray. If you’re not at my side when this is done, then you’ve already lost.”
Turning to Ceibo, Astrid rested a firm hand on his shoulder—a rare gesture of trust from someone so guarded. “You’ve pulled your weight, but don’t get too comfortable. Whoever’s behind this knows we’ve cut them off, and they’ll come at us twice as hard.”
Straightening, Astrid’s commanding presence seemed to fill the room. “We move now. This isn’t just about leaving Starfall Station—it’s about being ready for what’s waiting on the other side. And make no mistake: it will be waiting.”
As they stepped toward the exit, their gaze found Shadow’s, their voice dropping to a low murmur. “Stick close. I trust you’ll see what the rest of us might miss. If this is the start of their game, I intend to end it before they rewrite the rules.”
Astrid pushed open the back door, stepping into the dim alley beyond. Every shadow seemed alive, brimming with the threat of unseen dangers, but the captain moved forward without hesitation, their unflinching resolve a signal for the others to follow.
They turned sharply to Ceibo as the drone’s light flickered out, taking a moment to assess his work. The device’s inert state was a temporary relief, though Astrid’s expression remained grim knowing that's not the last of them.
“Good work, Ceibo,” they said, their tone clipped but approving. “A warehouse on the far side of Starfall? That puts them closer than we’d hoped. They’ll be expecting us to scatter, but we won’t play their game.”
Astrid’s gaze swept the group, sharp and deliberate, landing on each in turn. “Shadow, take the flank. If they’re smart—and they are—they’ll be watching for weak links. Make sure there aren’t any. Ren, Azumi,” they continued, their voice hardening, “stick together. I don’t have time to deal with a lone wolf or a stray. If you’re not at my side when this is done, then you’ve already lost.”
Turning to Ceibo, Astrid rested a firm hand on his shoulder—a rare gesture of trust from someone so guarded. “You’ve pulled your weight, but don’t get too comfortable. Whoever’s behind this knows we’ve cut them off, and they’ll come at us twice as hard.”
Straightening, Astrid’s commanding presence seemed to fill the room. “We move now. This isn’t just about leaving Starfall Station—it’s about being ready for what’s waiting on the other side. And make no mistake: it will be waiting.”
As they stepped toward the exit, their gaze found Shadow’s, their voice dropping to a low murmur. “Stick close. I trust you’ll see what the rest of us might miss. If this is the start of their game, I intend to end it before they rewrite the rules.”
Astrid pushed open the back door, stepping into the dim alley beyond. Every shadow seemed alive, brimming with the threat of unseen dangers, but the captain moved forward without hesitation, their unflinching resolve a signal for the others to follow.
~Ceibo Timir~
"A bit too close for comfort, but we should be able to handle it because of that." He furrowed his eyebrows in thought at Astrid, tail swishing behind him. "Do not like this at all."
After he had hidden in the shadow for a moment to send Auriga the message he reappeared and move back over to Astrid's side. As they placed their hand on his shoulder he was a bit surprised. As he never was the touchy type and didn't see Astrid as one either. "I wont, don't worry Cap. Service prepped me for that." He firmly gripped his bag, ready to engage if needed.
Listening to the words of his new captain, he knew he should be prepared for dirty games. Mercs didn't always play by laws. He nodded with conviction as they announced their move. Stepping into the alley behind them he vanished into the captains shadows. "Will be right with you Cap."
Keeping a sharp eye out for anything else moving in the shadows like him did he followed Astrid. He pulled out his device while walking, setting it to scanning mode and then clipping it to the front of his bag strap. It giving out almost inaudible beeps, as it scanned the proximity for any strange tech.
"A bit too close for comfort, but we should be able to handle it because of that." He furrowed his eyebrows in thought at Astrid, tail swishing behind him. "Do not like this at all."
After he had hidden in the shadow for a moment to send Auriga the message he reappeared and move back over to Astrid's side. As they placed their hand on his shoulder he was a bit surprised. As he never was the touchy type and didn't see Astrid as one either. "I wont, don't worry Cap. Service prepped me for that." He firmly gripped his bag, ready to engage if needed.
Listening to the words of his new captain, he knew he should be prepared for dirty games. Mercs didn't always play by laws. He nodded with conviction as they announced their move. Stepping into the alley behind them he vanished into the captains shadows. "Will be right with you Cap."
Keeping a sharp eye out for anything else moving in the shadows like him did he followed Astrid. He pulled out his device while walking, setting it to scanning mode and then clipping it to the front of his bag strap. It giving out almost inaudible beeps, as it scanned the proximity for any strange tech.
Ren nodded and followed the party's lead. He remained silent, his steps radiating a sense of calm collectedness, the grip on his revolver tight, but controlled. Moments later a small helicopter-like drone exited his pocket. Those who were alarmed by the drones' presence made Ren wag a finger at anyone who attempted to destroy it, pointing at himself so they know it was his. It was not like they could in the first place. The thing was abhorrently quick. The DeathMARK was this drone and he had yet to explain that it could track anyone he had previously scanned on any surveillance device. Though, the pair knew now was not the time for words. It was always common knowledge to Treasoners that speech is, at times, a hindrance during any given mission and even if the situation calls for it, single words or even fragmented sentences were the best way to communicate verbally for them.
Azumi, on the other hand, gracefully skipped happily as if they were not in a life or death situation. Surprisingly, her antics did not produce sound at all compared to everyone else, even Ren. It was not as if she was not armed, however as in each tiny hand was a kunai that produced a barely audible hissing sound and smelled like wet concrete. Her plan was to obstruct the path of any threats that spotted the party using her Kiba Barriers, a modified kunai Azumi herself invented that caused a cement-like substance to expand and harden after the kunai had hit a solid surface forming a circular wall that could be used as a makeshift cover or sightline or, as stated before, an annoying and mostly bulletproof wall that will waste the time of any pursuers.
Azumi, on the other hand, gracefully skipped happily as if they were not in a life or death situation. Surprisingly, her antics did not produce sound at all compared to everyone else, even Ren. It was not as if she was not armed, however as in each tiny hand was a kunai that produced a barely audible hissing sound and smelled like wet concrete. Her plan was to obstruct the path of any threats that spotted the party using her Kiba Barriers, a modified kunai Azumi herself invented that caused a cement-like substance to expand and harden after the kunai had hit a solid surface forming a circular wall that could be used as a makeshift cover or sightline or, as stated before, an annoying and mostly bulletproof wall that will waste the time of any pursuers.
Astrid’s sharp eyes caught Ceibo’s movement as he stepped into the shadows and reappeared, his readiness evident in the firm grip on his bag and the subtle determination in his voice. They gave a faint nod of acknowledgment, noting his surprising adaptability.
“Good. Stay sharp and keep that scanner live. The closer we get, the more desperate they’ll become,” Astrid replied, their voice low and steady as they scanned the alley ahead.
As Ren’s drone emerged, Astrid’s gaze flicked toward it with a brief but discerning look. They raised a hand to halt anyone reaching for their weapons. “If it’s his, it’s ours,” they stated firmly, their tone leaving no room for argument. “Keep it moving, Ren. Make sure it doesn’t give our position away.”
Astrid’s focus shifted briefly to Azumi, whose carefree skipping seemed so out of place it was almost unnerving. Her silence and precision, however, didn’t escape Astrid’s notice. “Azumi, keep those barriers ready. If we’re cornered, I expect you to slow them down long enough for us to clear out. No wasted movements.”
They led the group forward, their movements deliberate and calculated, boots barely making sound against the metal-plated ground. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to weigh down even the most hardened of their party, yet Astrid’s calm demeanor served as an anchor.
“Everyone, remember this: our strength lies in how we cover each other, not just what we bring to the fight. We don’t stop moving until we’re clear, and we don’t waste breath unless it’s critical,” they said, their voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
They glanced toward the faint beeping of Ceibo’s scanner, then toward Ren’s tightly gripped revolver. “We’re walking a fine line, but this isn’t their victory yet. Eyes up, ears sharp—this alley is just the prelude.”
As Astrid pressed forward, their commanding presence once again rallied the group, each step pulling them closer to the unknown dangers ahead. The hum of Ren’s drone and the subtle hiss of Azumi’s kunai were the only sounds breaking the tension, everyone falling into a purposeful rhythm.
Astrid’s gaze lingered on the looming shadows of the alley. “Whatever’s waiting out there, we’re not just walking into it. We’re cutting through.”
“Good. Stay sharp and keep that scanner live. The closer we get, the more desperate they’ll become,” Astrid replied, their voice low and steady as they scanned the alley ahead.
As Ren’s drone emerged, Astrid’s gaze flicked toward it with a brief but discerning look. They raised a hand to halt anyone reaching for their weapons. “If it’s his, it’s ours,” they stated firmly, their tone leaving no room for argument. “Keep it moving, Ren. Make sure it doesn’t give our position away.”
Astrid’s focus shifted briefly to Azumi, whose carefree skipping seemed so out of place it was almost unnerving. Her silence and precision, however, didn’t escape Astrid’s notice. “Azumi, keep those barriers ready. If we’re cornered, I expect you to slow them down long enough for us to clear out. No wasted movements.”
They led the group forward, their movements deliberate and calculated, boots barely making sound against the metal-plated ground. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to weigh down even the most hardened of their party, yet Astrid’s calm demeanor served as an anchor.
“Everyone, remember this: our strength lies in how we cover each other, not just what we bring to the fight. We don’t stop moving until we’re clear, and we don’t waste breath unless it’s critical,” they said, their voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
They glanced toward the faint beeping of Ceibo’s scanner, then toward Ren’s tightly gripped revolver. “We’re walking a fine line, but this isn’t their victory yet. Eyes up, ears sharp—this alley is just the prelude.”
As Astrid pressed forward, their commanding presence once again rallied the group, each step pulling them closer to the unknown dangers ahead. The hum of Ren’s drone and the subtle hiss of Azumi’s kunai were the only sounds breaking the tension, everyone falling into a purposeful rhythm.
Astrid’s gaze lingered on the looming shadows of the alley. “Whatever’s waiting out there, we’re not just walking into it. We’re cutting through.”
Shadow lingered silently within the inky blackness, their form blending seamlessly with the alley’s darkness. The subtle flicker of Ren’s drone and the faint hiss of Azumi’s kunai barely registered to them; their attention was elsewhere—scanning the path ahead for threats that might lurk beyond the reach of the group’s perception.
“We’re being watched,” Shadow’s disembodied voice murmured from the void, carrying a cool edge that cut through the air like a whisper of frost. “Stay sharp. I’ll scout ahead and ensure the path is clear. Don’t follow too closely—I’ll signal if there’s trouble.”
Their presence faded entirely as they moved, becoming one with the shadows stretching down the narrow alley. The faint sound of their departure—barely more than a whisper of wind—marked their movements. Shadow’s senses sharpened as they pressed forward, each step calculated, their gaze darting between potential threats: glints of light reflecting off metallic surfaces, faint scuff marks suggesting recent movement, and the occasional flicker of motion in peripheral darkness.
They reached a corner and halted, melding into the deeper shadow cast by a cluster of storage crates. Shadow extended their awareness outward, noting the subtle vibrations of nearby activity. Low voices, metallic clinks—small details that painted a picture of what lay ahead.
Turning their attention back to the group, Shadow’s voice emerged soft and deliberate, carried along the shadows themselves. “Two guards ahead—standard patrol pattern, armed but unfocused. Looks like they’re not expecting company. Azumi, prepare to block their path if we engage. Ren, keep your drone low; it’ll tip them off if they spot it too soon.”
After another brief pause, Shadow’s voice drifted again, calm but commanding. “Captain, the decision’s yours. We can neutralize them quietly or reroute through the adjacent corridor, which risks losing time. Your call.”
Even as they awaited Astrid’s response, Shadow’s attention remained locked on their surroundings, every shadow and movement accounted for. Their position stayed fluid, ready to move at the first sign of trouble, always a step ahead, always watching.
“We’re being watched,” Shadow’s disembodied voice murmured from the void, carrying a cool edge that cut through the air like a whisper of frost. “Stay sharp. I’ll scout ahead and ensure the path is clear. Don’t follow too closely—I’ll signal if there’s trouble.”
Their presence faded entirely as they moved, becoming one with the shadows stretching down the narrow alley. The faint sound of their departure—barely more than a whisper of wind—marked their movements. Shadow’s senses sharpened as they pressed forward, each step calculated, their gaze darting between potential threats: glints of light reflecting off metallic surfaces, faint scuff marks suggesting recent movement, and the occasional flicker of motion in peripheral darkness.
They reached a corner and halted, melding into the deeper shadow cast by a cluster of storage crates. Shadow extended their awareness outward, noting the subtle vibrations of nearby activity. Low voices, metallic clinks—small details that painted a picture of what lay ahead.
Turning their attention back to the group, Shadow’s voice emerged soft and deliberate, carried along the shadows themselves. “Two guards ahead—standard patrol pattern, armed but unfocused. Looks like they’re not expecting company. Azumi, prepare to block their path if we engage. Ren, keep your drone low; it’ll tip them off if they spot it too soon.”
After another brief pause, Shadow’s voice drifted again, calm but commanding. “Captain, the decision’s yours. We can neutralize them quietly or reroute through the adjacent corridor, which risks losing time. Your call.”
Even as they awaited Astrid’s response, Shadow’s attention remained locked on their surroundings, every shadow and movement accounted for. Their position stayed fluid, ready to move at the first sign of trouble, always a step ahead, always watching.
Gui Åkesson travelled far and wide, studying medicine and using what he knew to heal others. He was no stranger to people trying mug him and other merchants. That is how he got into the situation of fighting a thief off in a alleyway nearby the gate with his cane. Every swift step he made produced pain in his legs.
The much younger and stronger thief had the upper hand until Gui delivered a harsh head to the thief's head. It knocked them out in the process. "I'm sure your mother has taught you better," he scolded the unconscious thief and grabbed his messenger bag from the ground. He then crouched down with a soft groan and tended to the thief's head, using the water from a nearby puddle to heal any wounds.
Gui then saw a guard who unfortunately walked in the area at the wrong time. "Sir, I assure you that this person attacked me," he managed to said before getting chased by the guard around the city. He was getting tired, and his arthritis was killing him at this point. He spotted a bucket on top of a roof and waved his hand to dump water on the guard before knocking the guard out with his cane.
He dragged the body in a frantic search to hide it before the guard eventually woke up. With puffs and groans, Gui managed to dump the guard into a barrel next to the town's tavern. By now, he was pretty sure that he had broken a few laws and had to make his escape now.
Gui sneaked towards the group that appeared to be ready to attack and stealthily as well. He hid behind a building pillar nearby and peered out for a second.
The much younger and stronger thief had the upper hand until Gui delivered a harsh head to the thief's head. It knocked them out in the process. "I'm sure your mother has taught you better," he scolded the unconscious thief and grabbed his messenger bag from the ground. He then crouched down with a soft groan and tended to the thief's head, using the water from a nearby puddle to heal any wounds.
Gui then saw a guard who unfortunately walked in the area at the wrong time. "Sir, I assure you that this person attacked me," he managed to said before getting chased by the guard around the city. He was getting tired, and his arthritis was killing him at this point. He spotted a bucket on top of a roof and waved his hand to dump water on the guard before knocking the guard out with his cane.
He dragged the body in a frantic search to hide it before the guard eventually woke up. With puffs and groans, Gui managed to dump the guard into a barrel next to the town's tavern. By now, he was pretty sure that he had broken a few laws and had to make his escape now.
Gui sneaked towards the group that appeared to be ready to attack and stealthily as well. He hid behind a building pillar nearby and peered out for a second.
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