Vinis Rimen
The Last Son of House Rimen
Location: The Ulterior Motive, Trellen Trade Route (approximately one hour out from Rasterous).
Enemies:
Ar'tal Ktruok
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Deryn Kaaldos
Allies: Kain Seafire
Objective: Protection of the Ulterior Motive, safe delivery of the package.
As a man who had dedicated the better part of his life to trade, captaincy, and commerce, Vinis has dealt with his fair share of low-lives and vagabonds. From corrupt bureaucrats wanting him to move their illegally accrued wealth from one backwater to another to crime lords needing a powerful ship to protect their convoys or operations for a time. Despite his innate and every-growing elitism, Vinis lived by a simple creed: a scumbag's credit is still a credit all the same. In that regard, Vinis was willing to do any job so long as it paid well. However, something seemed off about this job form the start. One of largest caveats when Vinis signs a contract was that he got to decide how it was done and who he brought on for the job. Most times, employers didn't much care, seeing as the reason Vinis was being hired was for his cruiser, not the mercenary companies he brought along.
So imagine the ageing Captain's annoyance when his mysterious employer suddenly informed him that Vinis was going to receive a Bounty Hunter of all people. This was, of course, after the contract was already signed, Vinis had collected his up-front pay and he package, and was halfway to Zeltros. Not only was he stuck kicking around on that pheromone ridden hellscape, but he was forced to bring some sleazy, scum-of-the-galaxy Bounty Hunter of all people. Ordinarily, Vinis had no reason to disdain the more mercenary aspects of the galaxy, he was one after all, but there was a difference between Vinis or the mercenary companies he hired when compared to a Bounty Hunter.
Bounty Hunters were little more than wild children, lacking control or a leash beyond payment. A mercenary company, for all their lack of intelligent members, were at least structured and had some set and established rules. The same could not be said about Bounty Hunters, who, from Vinis's experience, changed their morals, if they had any, by the day. To have one not only wandering the halls of his ship, but also putting to risk his plans for the potential defence of the 'package' made the native Chandrilan very unhappy.
However, he was nothing if not professional. Loathe though Vinis was to admit it, he needed this job. It had a massive payout for what seemed to be a small package, and Vinis didn't even need to shoulder the Bounty Hunter's costs. So, it was en route to the hyperspace intersection near the Rasterous System that Vinis met with his unwanted guest.
Vinis's office, much like the rest of his ship, was mostly spartan and rigorously formulaic. The only sign that a human called this office his own was the single picture, a plain frame with a flimsy photo inside, of his dear niece. Only an in-built hologram projector, which was flipped up and merely awaited commands from Vinis, sat between the Captain and Kain Seafire. Vinis fought to keep the disdain he felt from showing on his face as he addressed this... individual with his typically apathetic tone.
"I must admit, I am not a man to oft accept changes to established plans, less still when they are my own," Vinis's core accent was pronounced even after all his years away from his home planet. He made no attempt to mask the clear distrust and suspicion in his tone, "However, our mutual employer has deemed it fit to involve you, so here we are. For the sake of brevity, introductions are in order. I am Captain Vinis Rimen, of House Rimen of Chandrila, and commanding officer of this ship, the Ulterior Motive."
Enemies:
Ar'tal Ktruok
||
Deryn Kaaldos
Allies: Kain Seafire
Objective: Protection of the Ulterior Motive, safe delivery of the package.
As a man who had dedicated the better part of his life to trade, captaincy, and commerce, Vinis has dealt with his fair share of low-lives and vagabonds. From corrupt bureaucrats wanting him to move their illegally accrued wealth from one backwater to another to crime lords needing a powerful ship to protect their convoys or operations for a time. Despite his innate and every-growing elitism, Vinis lived by a simple creed: a scumbag's credit is still a credit all the same. In that regard, Vinis was willing to do any job so long as it paid well. However, something seemed off about this job form the start. One of largest caveats when Vinis signs a contract was that he got to decide how it was done and who he brought on for the job. Most times, employers didn't much care, seeing as the reason Vinis was being hired was for his cruiser, not the mercenary companies he brought along.
So imagine the ageing Captain's annoyance when his mysterious employer suddenly informed him that Vinis was going to receive a Bounty Hunter of all people. This was, of course, after the contract was already signed, Vinis had collected his up-front pay and he package, and was halfway to Zeltros. Not only was he stuck kicking around on that pheromone ridden hellscape, but he was forced to bring some sleazy, scum-of-the-galaxy Bounty Hunter of all people. Ordinarily, Vinis had no reason to disdain the more mercenary aspects of the galaxy, he was one after all, but there was a difference between Vinis or the mercenary companies he hired when compared to a Bounty Hunter.
Bounty Hunters were little more than wild children, lacking control or a leash beyond payment. A mercenary company, for all their lack of intelligent members, were at least structured and had some set and established rules. The same could not be said about Bounty Hunters, who, from Vinis's experience, changed their morals, if they had any, by the day. To have one not only wandering the halls of his ship, but also putting to risk his plans for the potential defence of the 'package' made the native Chandrilan very unhappy.
However, he was nothing if not professional. Loathe though Vinis was to admit it, he needed this job. It had a massive payout for what seemed to be a small package, and Vinis didn't even need to shoulder the Bounty Hunter's costs. So, it was en route to the hyperspace intersection near the Rasterous System that Vinis met with his unwanted guest.
Vinis's office, much like the rest of his ship, was mostly spartan and rigorously formulaic. The only sign that a human called this office his own was the single picture, a plain frame with a flimsy photo inside, of his dear niece. Only an in-built hologram projector, which was flipped up and merely awaited commands from Vinis, sat between the Captain and Kain Seafire. Vinis fought to keep the disdain he felt from showing on his face as he addressed this... individual with his typically apathetic tone.
"I must admit, I am not a man to oft accept changes to established plans, less still when they are my own," Vinis's core accent was pronounced even after all his years away from his home planet. He made no attempt to mask the clear distrust and suspicion in his tone, "However, our mutual employer has deemed it fit to involve you, so here we are. For the sake of brevity, introductions are in order. I am Captain Vinis Rimen, of House Rimen of Chandrila, and commanding officer of this ship, the Ulterior Motive."
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