Post by tezzar on Mar 16, 2012 22:52:33 GMT -5
After months of drifting through the various systems, taking up shelter aboard whatever scrapheap's he could sneak or force his way onto, his luck had finally ran out. He was out of money and other resources that would allow him to escape his current predicament. Now he was trapped on Higgins moon, better known as Mudder's moon. Like any well travelled mercenary, he had been through this particular moon on more than one occasion. But this time he had no reason to be here, other than his last ship had deemed him more trouble than he was worth and decided to strand him there. One thought that ran through his head was ripping them to pieces should he ever have the good fortune to cross their path again. But any thoughts of vengeance or retribution would need to be put to the back of his mind, after all he had taken a swing at more than one of the crew, so in some ways it would be fair to say he had it coming.
He wondered if his old shack was still here, he had built it a few years ago and actually stayed on the moon for a few months until a reaver attack ravaged the area. Looking at it now, you wouldn't realise that those hideous monstrosities had torn through the place decimating all that dared stand in its way. He had fought with a few other mercs that day, doing the best they could to help the mudders, for that brief moment it wasn't about coin or trying to angle the best deal out of people, his actions were truly honourable, which was unlike him. His day to day morals were usually painted by the color of the coin in his purse, but this moon represented one of his proudest moments. A day that no one could smear his actions with dishonourable intent or question his motives no matter how they felt about him, although as he looked around the moon, it was as if that day had never happened. He had to admit the people of Higgin's moon were a resilient bunch, the survivors had clearly dusted themselves off and just carried on with their life's.
The only remnant of his last visit to the moon was his shack, he had built it on the far side of the settlement, allowing for privacy. He didn't mind rubbing elbows with the locals in the bar, but he enjoyed the solitude and silence that living out of the way provided him. He arrived at the hut and immediately noticed that it had been lived in, whilst the inhabitant was no longer there, it was evident that someone had been there. The place was now tainted with the stale scent of blood, an odour that he found hard to ignore, the make shift bed he had left was long gone, not much of a surprise, given just how long he had been gone. He felt around the top of the shack and found the old spade he had hidden within the thatch work roof and began digging. Given that his only possessions, where the clothes on his back he hoped that his stash was still here. Tezzar being the crafty bastard that he was, saw fit to stash a security box on various planets and moons, allowing him assets for various missions. 20 minutes after he began digging, he hit the jackpot and retrieved the metallic box that he was searching for.
It was a large silver trunk with average locks on it, after a moment he had wrestled it open and immediately changed his clothes. The box was filled with everything a growing boy needed, money, clothes and most importantly weapons. He had a few of his blades and one of his trusty rifles, whilst the bastards on his last ship had made off with his good weapons, this was a start. He had enough black market contacts that he knew he could easily replenish his supplies now that he had his hands on one of his stashes. He crawled out of the hole and made his way to the door of his shack, allowing himself a moment to look over the settlement and wonder, just how was he going to get himself off this moon this time.
He wondered if his old shack was still here, he had built it a few years ago and actually stayed on the moon for a few months until a reaver attack ravaged the area. Looking at it now, you wouldn't realise that those hideous monstrosities had torn through the place decimating all that dared stand in its way. He had fought with a few other mercs that day, doing the best they could to help the mudders, for that brief moment it wasn't about coin or trying to angle the best deal out of people, his actions were truly honourable, which was unlike him. His day to day morals were usually painted by the color of the coin in his purse, but this moon represented one of his proudest moments. A day that no one could smear his actions with dishonourable intent or question his motives no matter how they felt about him, although as he looked around the moon, it was as if that day had never happened. He had to admit the people of Higgin's moon were a resilient bunch, the survivors had clearly dusted themselves off and just carried on with their life's.
The only remnant of his last visit to the moon was his shack, he had built it on the far side of the settlement, allowing for privacy. He didn't mind rubbing elbows with the locals in the bar, but he enjoyed the solitude and silence that living out of the way provided him. He arrived at the hut and immediately noticed that it had been lived in, whilst the inhabitant was no longer there, it was evident that someone had been there. The place was now tainted with the stale scent of blood, an odour that he found hard to ignore, the make shift bed he had left was long gone, not much of a surprise, given just how long he had been gone. He felt around the top of the shack and found the old spade he had hidden within the thatch work roof and began digging. Given that his only possessions, where the clothes on his back he hoped that his stash was still here. Tezzar being the crafty bastard that he was, saw fit to stash a security box on various planets and moons, allowing him assets for various missions. 20 minutes after he began digging, he hit the jackpot and retrieved the metallic box that he was searching for.
It was a large silver trunk with average locks on it, after a moment he had wrestled it open and immediately changed his clothes. The box was filled with everything a growing boy needed, money, clothes and most importantly weapons. He had a few of his blades and one of his trusty rifles, whilst the bastards on his last ship had made off with his good weapons, this was a start. He had enough black market contacts that he knew he could easily replenish his supplies now that he had his hands on one of his stashes. He crawled out of the hole and made his way to the door of his shack, allowing himself a moment to look over the settlement and wonder, just how was he going to get himself off this moon this time.
