Post by Nyx on Oct 5, 2013 1:55:51 GMT -5
A breeze brought a fresh coating of snow across the tundra mountains of the mountains of Iceni. It was a barren planet, harsh tundra’s that formed after the planet was terraformed with a breathable atmosphere. The entire planet was filled with windswept mountains that supported rugged plant life and animal species that were imported from off world to try and make a workable atmosphere. It's distance from the local sun meant that the entire planet was snow swept, only a few mining settlements formed the local population who eked out a survival on the mineral resources on the planet, shadows of more hopeful prospects. It was only snowing lightly, this was the closest thing that Iceni came to a summer cycle. That didn't make it any less peasant to the woman who was wrapped in a coat trying to stave off the cold.
Nyx tucked herself a bit deeper into her coat. The wind caused her dyed hair to blow around her face. She grew up in the climate controlled hull of starships, and so it seemed that she was rarely comfortable in any planet's temperature. She just grimaced slightly, looking down at the military crate that she was sitting on while she waited for her contact. To pass the time she looked into the distance, surrounded by hills on all sides. She picked out the blur that told Nyx where the Jaeger was, a silent watcher for Nyx serving as a precaution. She let out a brief sigh as she checked the chronometer on her display, the governor was late.
Iceni wasn't only a backwards mining colony. It was a nowhere planet whose sole importance was on a spreadsheet of the company sponsoring it's operation. The fact that it formed into a thriving cesspool of a pirate haven was only a matter of time. Iceni had supply shipments, access to materials and industrial equipment, a rudimentary shipyard and most important it was far away from the empire's clawed reach. That was the main reason that Nyx turned to it for a source of income.
"Miss Nyx, lovely as always."
Nyx looked up to see the governor standing there. He was a human, a native, and didn't seem to be bothered by the cold. He wasn't wearing a jacket, instead a black vest over a buttoned up business shirt which was also black, matching his business pants which looked extremely off in this weather. The governor carried a large case with him which hung at his side. His speech was slow and methodical with a slight accent that could be traced to old terra. His words were carefully chosen, a natural business man rather then a formal education. But this was a thin guise, a thick stubble and skin tanned by the sun's reflection in the snow gave him away as the pirate business man that he was, the same went with the oversize pistol in the holster around his belt. Nyx didn't know his real name, he seemed to take too much pride in the title that those under him gave. He walked towards Nyx who stood up as he approached, "Your late," He smiled, "Your the one that always chooses these deserted locations to conduct our business. I am the law here Nyx, and I can ensure that Sokolov is secure." The governor was the owner of the outpost that was the largest settlement on Iceni. He had his hand in almost all of the business that passed through the planet's drydock, and despite being stranded in the middle of nowhere he had carved out quite the enterprise and lived rather well for the lord of a deserted rock.
"When we first met I wanted to be the silent partner in this business. I don't go into your city, and you never have to tell the companies I was here." The governor laughed. By now they were almost face to face, "You assume that I've actually talked to the company men, as long as their boats get off world they don't have a care for how I run my world." He seemed to enjoy the words, "my world" a bit too much. Nyx looked at the case he was carrying, grimacing as she pulled down her hood, "Your case looked awfully light." He took the comment as if it was a joke, chuckling lightly, "I can say the same for you." Nyx opened the case, "It's the usual, only samples until I get what I want."
Inside of the case were several shard carbines, identical to the one currently carried by Nyx with the exception of the markings and trinkets that hung from her own personal weapon. They were unloaded, several magazines for the weapon were neatly arranged alongside. She plucked the weapon, from where it rested in the foam, tossing it through the air to the Governor. He hefted the weapon, checking some of the parts as he commented, "The usual?" Nyx smiled, "A bit better, less refurbished and spare parts jobs. Most of this shipment are manufacturer, some of my contacts hit a major cache." Nyx tossed him a magazine, he loaded the weapon and checked the fit of the magazine. "So it's the usual, I get my payment and you get the coordinates, there's on thousand just like them, two crates of ammunition which I didn't count the exact numbers, you'll make your credits in a heartbeat... if you have what I want." He loaded the weapon, checking the fit of the magazine and checking the sights pointed away from Nyx, he wasn't stupid enough to gun her down over 1 rifle. The governor might be a pirate, but Nyx had sold to him before and trusted him enough to give him a loaded weapon, of course the Jaeger staring at the governor through it's scope was an appropriate precaution.
He seemed satisfied, "Your right, I won't have any problem selling these things. They always do." Nyx didn't have the social contacts nor the storefronts to sell the weapons that she dealt to. But people like the governor were a source for Nyx to get supplies that she needed, and to sell the weapons that she acquired to those who would inevitably put them to ill use. "Now, about my end of the payment." By now Nyx was glaring at the Governor's case, he unloaded the shard carbine before walking close to her, handing over the weapon as well as the case. Nyx's greed brought haste, as she didn't put the weapon back in it's crate as gingerly as she removed it. She was more enamored with the case.
Nyx opened it, inspecting several vials of various medical compounds, reading each and every label while she spoke, "It's a start but not even close to my asking price." The governor spoke despite Nyx's attention being on her prizes, "You sent me quite the shopping list Miss Nyx," He always called her that, trying to stay proper despite Nyx never telling him her last name, "When you ask for supplies it's usually things I can put on a shipping manifest and get sent by the companies. But I had to pull a few favors, not just company but smugglers to pull together some of the things you wanted. I don't like to owe anyone in Sololov favors Nyx." Quite the find meant that she would use the opportunity to refill some of the more exotic supplies that she needed. And the governor seemed to pick what he put in this case to show off to her purely by the length of the name on the vial. Nyx cut him off, "So why don't you have it?" She was clearly angry with this development, two arms unfurled from her cloak. The hydraulics on the tools and blades seemed to hiss and snap, like snakes picking up their master's displeasure. The governor's humor seemed to fade away, his ulterior motive clear to see, "You didn't tell me on that little list, but some of those supplies are mighty dangerous to handle, and if your going to want more I'm not putting my ass on the line. One way or another, your meeting a bit of Sololov. There's a reason I gave you such a fair trade Nyx, I might even have gotten my hands on a few other things you'd be interested in. But This cloak and dagger nonsense ends." Nyx grimaced, she opened her mouth to snap back, berate this scumbag for manipulating her, even if it was in a rather insignificant way. But she held her tongue, an in convince might turn into an opportunity. The indecision was clear to see on her face, even the Governor picked up on it.
"I brought whiskey."
The landscape of Iceni flew past as the VTOL craft flew over the landscape. Nyx's anger didn't fade away, rather developing into burning empers that made her displeasure clear. The governor didn't seem very troubled by the movement of the craft, nor the noise of the vectored engines that were keeping it afloat. The craft was former military, most likely an empire dropship that had been repainted and put to use on what little law enforcement Iceni had. The sides of the craft were open, giving a clear view to the ground below. Nyx looked downward at her glass, swishing around the whiskey that she took more as a show of grace. On the other hand the Governor was seeming to enjoy his drink of choice, the few times that they had met in more formal settings he didn't hesitate to partake. It was a good vintage and was probably the few luxuries he had in his junk empire. While he tried to put on an air of welcome he seemed the disturbing figure of the jaeger sitting opposite of him next to Nyx, cradling his oversize sniper rifle. The wheezing from it's rebreather mask could be heard as it looked over the Governor, who wasn't exactly happy to see that Nyx had placed one of her undead monsters in place to kill him, but it was purely precautionary and it was how his kind of business was carried out.
Nyx caught sight of Sokolov in the distance, it was dirty and industrial, made from the hulls of dead ship that were sent to Iceni to be decommissioned. The snow surrounding the city was filthy. Industrial runoff and soot staining the snow from the ore processors that dominated the city's skyline. The city rapidly approached, individual details of the shanty town and sprawl that formed most of the city. Gaudy and tasteless lighting from casino and bars littered the streets trying to milk every last credit from the crews planet side in the city. The craft passed over the walls of the city, formed by concrete blockades, armed guards patrolled the walls, there was a good chance that Nyx provided the weapons they were carring. The lander touched down in a dirt patch in the middle of the sprawl, it was obviously meant to be a landing pad due to the equipment that was quickly wheeled out to help refuel the craft. Nyx stepped off, the jaeger was about to follow before the Governor turned around to face her, "That thing stays here."
Nyx tucked herself a bit deeper into her coat. The wind caused her dyed hair to blow around her face. She grew up in the climate controlled hull of starships, and so it seemed that she was rarely comfortable in any planet's temperature. She just grimaced slightly, looking down at the military crate that she was sitting on while she waited for her contact. To pass the time she looked into the distance, surrounded by hills on all sides. She picked out the blur that told Nyx where the Jaeger was, a silent watcher for Nyx serving as a precaution. She let out a brief sigh as she checked the chronometer on her display, the governor was late.
Iceni wasn't only a backwards mining colony. It was a nowhere planet whose sole importance was on a spreadsheet of the company sponsoring it's operation. The fact that it formed into a thriving cesspool of a pirate haven was only a matter of time. Iceni had supply shipments, access to materials and industrial equipment, a rudimentary shipyard and most important it was far away from the empire's clawed reach. That was the main reason that Nyx turned to it for a source of income.
"Miss Nyx, lovely as always."
Nyx looked up to see the governor standing there. He was a human, a native, and didn't seem to be bothered by the cold. He wasn't wearing a jacket, instead a black vest over a buttoned up business shirt which was also black, matching his business pants which looked extremely off in this weather. The governor carried a large case with him which hung at his side. His speech was slow and methodical with a slight accent that could be traced to old terra. His words were carefully chosen, a natural business man rather then a formal education. But this was a thin guise, a thick stubble and skin tanned by the sun's reflection in the snow gave him away as the pirate business man that he was, the same went with the oversize pistol in the holster around his belt. Nyx didn't know his real name, he seemed to take too much pride in the title that those under him gave. He walked towards Nyx who stood up as he approached, "Your late," He smiled, "Your the one that always chooses these deserted locations to conduct our business. I am the law here Nyx, and I can ensure that Sokolov is secure." The governor was the owner of the outpost that was the largest settlement on Iceni. He had his hand in almost all of the business that passed through the planet's drydock, and despite being stranded in the middle of nowhere he had carved out quite the enterprise and lived rather well for the lord of a deserted rock.
"When we first met I wanted to be the silent partner in this business. I don't go into your city, and you never have to tell the companies I was here." The governor laughed. By now they were almost face to face, "You assume that I've actually talked to the company men, as long as their boats get off world they don't have a care for how I run my world." He seemed to enjoy the words, "my world" a bit too much. Nyx looked at the case he was carrying, grimacing as she pulled down her hood, "Your case looked awfully light." He took the comment as if it was a joke, chuckling lightly, "I can say the same for you." Nyx opened the case, "It's the usual, only samples until I get what I want."
Inside of the case were several shard carbines, identical to the one currently carried by Nyx with the exception of the markings and trinkets that hung from her own personal weapon. They were unloaded, several magazines for the weapon were neatly arranged alongside. She plucked the weapon, from where it rested in the foam, tossing it through the air to the Governor. He hefted the weapon, checking some of the parts as he commented, "The usual?" Nyx smiled, "A bit better, less refurbished and spare parts jobs. Most of this shipment are manufacturer, some of my contacts hit a major cache." Nyx tossed him a magazine, he loaded the weapon and checked the fit of the magazine. "So it's the usual, I get my payment and you get the coordinates, there's on thousand just like them, two crates of ammunition which I didn't count the exact numbers, you'll make your credits in a heartbeat... if you have what I want." He loaded the weapon, checking the fit of the magazine and checking the sights pointed away from Nyx, he wasn't stupid enough to gun her down over 1 rifle. The governor might be a pirate, but Nyx had sold to him before and trusted him enough to give him a loaded weapon, of course the Jaeger staring at the governor through it's scope was an appropriate precaution.
He seemed satisfied, "Your right, I won't have any problem selling these things. They always do." Nyx didn't have the social contacts nor the storefronts to sell the weapons that she dealt to. But people like the governor were a source for Nyx to get supplies that she needed, and to sell the weapons that she acquired to those who would inevitably put them to ill use. "Now, about my end of the payment." By now Nyx was glaring at the Governor's case, he unloaded the shard carbine before walking close to her, handing over the weapon as well as the case. Nyx's greed brought haste, as she didn't put the weapon back in it's crate as gingerly as she removed it. She was more enamored with the case.
Nyx opened it, inspecting several vials of various medical compounds, reading each and every label while she spoke, "It's a start but not even close to my asking price." The governor spoke despite Nyx's attention being on her prizes, "You sent me quite the shopping list Miss Nyx," He always called her that, trying to stay proper despite Nyx never telling him her last name, "When you ask for supplies it's usually things I can put on a shipping manifest and get sent by the companies. But I had to pull a few favors, not just company but smugglers to pull together some of the things you wanted. I don't like to owe anyone in Sololov favors Nyx." Quite the find meant that she would use the opportunity to refill some of the more exotic supplies that she needed. And the governor seemed to pick what he put in this case to show off to her purely by the length of the name on the vial. Nyx cut him off, "So why don't you have it?" She was clearly angry with this development, two arms unfurled from her cloak. The hydraulics on the tools and blades seemed to hiss and snap, like snakes picking up their master's displeasure. The governor's humor seemed to fade away, his ulterior motive clear to see, "You didn't tell me on that little list, but some of those supplies are mighty dangerous to handle, and if your going to want more I'm not putting my ass on the line. One way or another, your meeting a bit of Sololov. There's a reason I gave you such a fair trade Nyx, I might even have gotten my hands on a few other things you'd be interested in. But This cloak and dagger nonsense ends." Nyx grimaced, she opened her mouth to snap back, berate this scumbag for manipulating her, even if it was in a rather insignificant way. But she held her tongue, an in convince might turn into an opportunity. The indecision was clear to see on her face, even the Governor picked up on it.
"I brought whiskey."
The landscape of Iceni flew past as the VTOL craft flew over the landscape. Nyx's anger didn't fade away, rather developing into burning empers that made her displeasure clear. The governor didn't seem very troubled by the movement of the craft, nor the noise of the vectored engines that were keeping it afloat. The craft was former military, most likely an empire dropship that had been repainted and put to use on what little law enforcement Iceni had. The sides of the craft were open, giving a clear view to the ground below. Nyx looked downward at her glass, swishing around the whiskey that she took more as a show of grace. On the other hand the Governor was seeming to enjoy his drink of choice, the few times that they had met in more formal settings he didn't hesitate to partake. It was a good vintage and was probably the few luxuries he had in his junk empire. While he tried to put on an air of welcome he seemed the disturbing figure of the jaeger sitting opposite of him next to Nyx, cradling his oversize sniper rifle. The wheezing from it's rebreather mask could be heard as it looked over the Governor, who wasn't exactly happy to see that Nyx had placed one of her undead monsters in place to kill him, but it was purely precautionary and it was how his kind of business was carried out.
Nyx caught sight of Sokolov in the distance, it was dirty and industrial, made from the hulls of dead ship that were sent to Iceni to be decommissioned. The snow surrounding the city was filthy. Industrial runoff and soot staining the snow from the ore processors that dominated the city's skyline. The city rapidly approached, individual details of the shanty town and sprawl that formed most of the city. Gaudy and tasteless lighting from casino and bars littered the streets trying to milk every last credit from the crews planet side in the city. The craft passed over the walls of the city, formed by concrete blockades, armed guards patrolled the walls, there was a good chance that Nyx provided the weapons they were carring. The lander touched down in a dirt patch in the middle of the sprawl, it was obviously meant to be a landing pad due to the equipment that was quickly wheeled out to help refuel the craft. Nyx stepped off, the jaeger was about to follow before the Governor turned around to face her, "That thing stays here."