Renegade Rodian
AETEN II
A MINING FACILITY - THE FOREMAN'S OFFICE
Grigori was a Sakyian. Not one of those lame Sakyians with office jobs or something. Cooler than that. He was like a bounty hunter but only for killing people. With knives. An assassin. Yeah, that was the word. Or he used to be, before he got sprung out of jail. Now most of his jobs didn't explicitly involve killing people. Really, all the Helix Syndicate wanted him to do was follow around [member="Vulgrim Blackwell"] and help him out with whatever he wanted. Sometimes, though, Grigori was sent elsewhere to do something less... Boring. And now Vulgrim Blackwell was following him around. Not out of any sense of friendship towards Grigori, the Sakyian suspected, but because the Maelibus was interested in the Syndicate's inner-workings.
What did Maleagant want him to do? Tell the giant demon with the screechy voice where he could and couldn't go?
Fat chance.
"I hope you are pleased, comrade," Grigori said, to Vulgrim, as he grabbed the foreman and pulled him out from his chair, dragging him across the desk and letting him fall to the floor. "You were not supposed to be seeing me beat up mister-comrade Tokomoto here."
In lieu of a personality, it appeared that the author has decided that Grigori will just casually insert the word "comrade" into his speech when addressing people. A lazy move that would not, at any point, pay off for anyone. Least of all the readership.
From the floor, the Foreman offered some small protest. "No, wait-"
And then Grigori stomped down on Foreman Tokomoto's stomach, driving all the wind from the man. Being winded by a moderately aggitated, faux-Russian Sakyian would be the least of his worries if he did not cough up the location of the stygian crystals he owed the Helix Syndicate. While Tokomoto was sputtering and gasping on the ground, Grigori looked over to [member="Pauul Farrlo"] for assistance. "Help me get this one up."
This was going to be a long thread.
A MINING FACILITY - THE FOREMAN'S OFFICE
Grigori was a Sakyian. Not one of those lame Sakyians with office jobs or something. Cooler than that. He was like a bounty hunter but only for killing people. With knives. An assassin. Yeah, that was the word. Or he used to be, before he got sprung out of jail. Now most of his jobs didn't explicitly involve killing people. Really, all the Helix Syndicate wanted him to do was follow around [member="Vulgrim Blackwell"] and help him out with whatever he wanted. Sometimes, though, Grigori was sent elsewhere to do something less... Boring. And now Vulgrim Blackwell was following him around. Not out of any sense of friendship towards Grigori, the Sakyian suspected, but because the Maelibus was interested in the Syndicate's inner-workings.
What did Maleagant want him to do? Tell the giant demon with the screechy voice where he could and couldn't go?
Fat chance.
"I hope you are pleased, comrade," Grigori said, to Vulgrim, as he grabbed the foreman and pulled him out from his chair, dragging him across the desk and letting him fall to the floor. "You were not supposed to be seeing me beat up mister-comrade Tokomoto here."
In lieu of a personality, it appeared that the author has decided that Grigori will just casually insert the word "comrade" into his speech when addressing people. A lazy move that would not, at any point, pay off for anyone. Least of all the readership.
From the floor, the Foreman offered some small protest. "No, wait-"
And then Grigori stomped down on Foreman Tokomoto's stomach, driving all the wind from the man. Being winded by a moderately aggitated, faux-Russian Sakyian would be the least of his worries if he did not cough up the location of the stygian crystals he owed the Helix Syndicate. While Tokomoto was sputtering and gasping on the ground, Grigori looked over to [member="Pauul Farrlo"] for assistance. "Help me get this one up."
This was going to be a long thread.