Private Cooling Off

[Yuri Maji]

LOCATION: Garel | Garel City
Tags: Roten

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Theme​

Yuri's most recent escapades had not only managed to anger three different superpowers, but also land a rather respectable price on his head. Thankfully it wasn't high enough to pose a long term threat, but it was more than enough to drive him deep into the Outer Rim to a rather far-flung world. A perfect destination to hide for a little bit and plan his next move. The factory was beginning to come along nicely and the manpower was slowly gathering to its former strength. Now it was a matter of procuring enough material to get everything started again.

The Hound adjusted his poncho over his armour and stuck his helmet to his belt as he closed up his freighter's ramp. The sun had just begun to set over Garel's capital, casting a gorgeous glow through the purple sky. Yuri admired the spectacle for a moment as he made his way through the streets in search of a cantina. Odds of his bounty reaching this far out was rather unlikely, and he could use the gossip to get his bearings. Upon finding a rather respectable location near the spaceport, Yuri organized himself a drink and took a seat by a booth. The cantina wasn't too busy, surprisingly, allowing him a moment to close his eyes and listen in on some idle chatter around the area.

Some were laughing, another was pouring his heart out to a very uninterested waitress, but one table drew his attention.

"... Lucky, I was. I'm tellin' yous. Managed to slip away jus' in time." One disgruntled man was telling what Yuri could only guess were his friends. Yuri's eyes opened and he turned a little listen in a little easier. "What would pirates be doing in the middle of nowhere?" A Nautolan asked the man, handing him a drink to stead his nerves. "Beats me. Big ship, though. They're movin' a lo' in 'ere. " He paused to take a long sip to relax, and for Yuri's gears to start turning. Finally a score that wouldn't get him into more trouble.

Far enough from Black Sun space to not be an issue, and he would bet that the locals wouldn't mind if someone got rid of such a pest.

A smile curled along the Hound's maw as he took a sip of his drink. Evening was setting in quickly. Once darkness fell, he could move out.

 

[Roten]

Garel
Tags: Yuri Maji

Kiba no Shimai​

Roten sat perched atop a building, some sort of bar establishment from what he could gather. It wasn't really his primary interest. Alcohol was something he had a distaste for growing up around pirates. And it was pirates that brought him to this place as well. The Black Sun cruiser on this planet had stopped his journey in it's track and earned the ire of his attention. The road to atonement was one that would be paved through the destruction of those Roten once walked along. The Bursantian was certain of that. Or at least, that was what he said to himself. He wasn't sure if this was even the right way of becoming a good person.

Or if he'd even accept himself if he was a good person.

For now that didn't matter. The former pirate sat with a wetstone and sharpened his kunai, waiting for the sun to dip down over the violet horizon. When night fell he would move on the criminals and see their vessel and it's cargo put in the ground. If the Black Sun wanted that cargo they could pick it out of the scraps.

It was just a matter of waiting.