[TC] FROM NOTHING, A Rogue's Tale - Book I [COMPLETED]
Posted: Tue, 28. Dec 10, 18:22
From Nothing
A Rogue's Tale Book I
by Scion Drakhar (aka Daniel Heim) and friends
DiD / Cooperative Fiction
!!!Contains Spoilers!!!
(You have been warned)
1. Escape from Old City
..ssst… -memory #%=<.0001...error…system reboot initialized….
Ah HA! Got it. Call that a firewall? What a joke. Right then. Time to go. Let’s see what this thing can do.
Log Entry.
Date:768-05-01 00:02
So I just found this recorder. I probably shouldn’t do this, but I have to admit it’s kinda nice to talk ... even if it is to a machine. It’s been a while since anyone thought I had anythin' to say worth hearin'.
Huh. Argon Prime. You know I've never seen it from this perspective before. It’s quite a sight from up here. You know, when people talk about it they talk about the parliament and the universities, the sun bathed gardens and the endless beaches, they talk about the silver spires of the cities, and there's this impression that Argon Prime is all about wealth, learnin', and entertainment. There's this notion that it's a civilized democracy where the strong protect the weak and everythin' is right under the gaze of the ever present Argon One.
Right?
Yeah. I know. I’ve seen all that picture perfect nonsense they spew about it on the net. Take it from me it’s a load a crap. There is a dark side. I know first hand that there's a slum that never sees Sonra’s light, and broken glass crunches under your feet with every step. It’s a place where violence and despair are commonplace and the police never show their pretty white uniforms. It’s a place where the law is made by crooked old men in the backrooms of 'proper' establishments and gangs rule the alleyways. It’s a place where when you look up past the crowded buildin's of old city and the towerin' spires of the city proper to see a star in the night sky ... you’re just settin' yourself up to get mugged. Sounds like the perfect vacation spot, right? Yeah. Well that’s where I’m from.
Who am I? I’m nobody. Up until about twenty minutes ago I was just one more ghost hauntin' the streets that you either didn’t know about or try to pretend don’t exist. My ma died years ago of a drug OD and I’ve got my suspicions that she did it on purpose to get away from my da. He was a drunk, see, and free with his fists. He probably still is. I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since near after my ma died. I got tired of bein' hit too, I guess. So yeah, I ran away.
I didn’t know where I was goin', a lot like now I guess. I didn’t know what to do, same as now. I was just a kid. A lot of folks’d tell you I still am. There are those that know different, though. There are some who understand it’s not the years that are important but the roads and the distance covered. Just ask any of the orphans runnin' the streets of Old City. They’ll tell you.
So what did I do? How did I survive? Any way I could, right? I got lucky, I guess. Sort of. I found a nasty piece o’ work named Gil 'Snake Eye' Jerigan and he put me to work for him, at least for a while. He taught me a lot. It wasn’t your classical education, I grant you. I learned how to rob, steal, and boost transports. I learned how to be a mule for illegal substances and how to transport large sums of cash without anybody knowin'. I learned how to make the wrong kind of ‘friends’ and how to look out for number one. Which was good, I suppose, cuz Snake Eye vanished a couple years ago and since then I’ve been on my own. What happened to him? Beats me. Last I heard he was doing a job off planet for one of the Pirate Clans. Maybe he took the opportunity to just stay gone. Maybe he’s dead. All I know is I never heard from him again.
So, I bet you’re wonderin' how I come to be recordin' a personal log on this here starship? Well let’s just say it’s former owner didn’t need it anymore. Now don’t get me wrong. I didn’t kill him. In fact I was even nice enough to hold his hand while he died moanin' for his mamma and gettin' blood all over my clothes. After he was dead, though … Hey! I’m not proud. So, yeah, I searched him. He had only two things on him, the guys that killed him took the rest; a bracelet which turns out to be a disguised link to an anonymous account, and the interface to this ship, which still required some persuasion before it’d let me fly it. Not much right? Sure. Only now I’m starin' down at Argon Prime from the stars … and I’ll tell you, I’m never goin' back. Not to Old City anyway. Never.
EVER.
http://i1123.photobucket.com/albums/l55 ... eStars.jpg
Assets
1 x Discoverer
1mj shield
2500 credits
Game Start: Anonymous Argon. Vanilla. (3.0 + Bonus Pack)
Rules:
1. Dead Is Dead (obviously)
2. Repairs on personal ship only and only for fighter classes. Anything and everything else must be paid for.
3. Acquisition of ships:
a) In the beginning, due to my questionable origin and shady nature I may only trade with Yaki and Teladi Shipyards and Equipment Docks, including for repairs.
b) If I ever reach the point where any given race will sell me an M1 class ship I may begin trading with their shipyards and EQ’s as they’ve obviously decided to overlook my origins. Considering the type of game I intend to play this is unlikely.
c) Upon completing the Terran plot I may trade with the Terrans to whatever degree they will let me.
d) Upon completing the Final Fury plotline I may trade with the Argon and Split to whatever degree they will let me.
e) I may always buy second hand ships.
f) … and of course, if I can convince the current pilot he really doesn’t want it anymore (including and especially by having some well trained psychopaths throw him out an airlock) I can claim the ship.
4. Marines may only be hired from and trained at illegal locations, ie. Pirate facilities.
A Rogue's Tale Book I
by Scion Drakhar (aka Daniel Heim) and friends
DiD / Cooperative Fiction
!!!Contains Spoilers!!!
(You have been warned)
1. Escape from Old City
..ssst… -memory #%=<.0001...error…system reboot initialized….
Ah HA! Got it. Call that a firewall? What a joke. Right then. Time to go. Let’s see what this thing can do.
Log Entry.
Date:768-05-01 00:02
So I just found this recorder. I probably shouldn’t do this, but I have to admit it’s kinda nice to talk ... even if it is to a machine. It’s been a while since anyone thought I had anythin' to say worth hearin'.
Huh. Argon Prime. You know I've never seen it from this perspective before. It’s quite a sight from up here. You know, when people talk about it they talk about the parliament and the universities, the sun bathed gardens and the endless beaches, they talk about the silver spires of the cities, and there's this impression that Argon Prime is all about wealth, learnin', and entertainment. There's this notion that it's a civilized democracy where the strong protect the weak and everythin' is right under the gaze of the ever present Argon One.
Right?
Yeah. I know. I’ve seen all that picture perfect nonsense they spew about it on the net. Take it from me it’s a load a crap. There is a dark side. I know first hand that there's a slum that never sees Sonra’s light, and broken glass crunches under your feet with every step. It’s a place where violence and despair are commonplace and the police never show their pretty white uniforms. It’s a place where the law is made by crooked old men in the backrooms of 'proper' establishments and gangs rule the alleyways. It’s a place where when you look up past the crowded buildin's of old city and the towerin' spires of the city proper to see a star in the night sky ... you’re just settin' yourself up to get mugged. Sounds like the perfect vacation spot, right? Yeah. Well that’s where I’m from.
Who am I? I’m nobody. Up until about twenty minutes ago I was just one more ghost hauntin' the streets that you either didn’t know about or try to pretend don’t exist. My ma died years ago of a drug OD and I’ve got my suspicions that she did it on purpose to get away from my da. He was a drunk, see, and free with his fists. He probably still is. I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since near after my ma died. I got tired of bein' hit too, I guess. So yeah, I ran away.
I didn’t know where I was goin', a lot like now I guess. I didn’t know what to do, same as now. I was just a kid. A lot of folks’d tell you I still am. There are those that know different, though. There are some who understand it’s not the years that are important but the roads and the distance covered. Just ask any of the orphans runnin' the streets of Old City. They’ll tell you.
So what did I do? How did I survive? Any way I could, right? I got lucky, I guess. Sort of. I found a nasty piece o’ work named Gil 'Snake Eye' Jerigan and he put me to work for him, at least for a while. He taught me a lot. It wasn’t your classical education, I grant you. I learned how to rob, steal, and boost transports. I learned how to be a mule for illegal substances and how to transport large sums of cash without anybody knowin'. I learned how to make the wrong kind of ‘friends’ and how to look out for number one. Which was good, I suppose, cuz Snake Eye vanished a couple years ago and since then I’ve been on my own. What happened to him? Beats me. Last I heard he was doing a job off planet for one of the Pirate Clans. Maybe he took the opportunity to just stay gone. Maybe he’s dead. All I know is I never heard from him again.
So, I bet you’re wonderin' how I come to be recordin' a personal log on this here starship? Well let’s just say it’s former owner didn’t need it anymore. Now don’t get me wrong. I didn’t kill him. In fact I was even nice enough to hold his hand while he died moanin' for his mamma and gettin' blood all over my clothes. After he was dead, though … Hey! I’m not proud. So, yeah, I searched him. He had only two things on him, the guys that killed him took the rest; a bracelet which turns out to be a disguised link to an anonymous account, and the interface to this ship, which still required some persuasion before it’d let me fly it. Not much right? Sure. Only now I’m starin' down at Argon Prime from the stars … and I’ll tell you, I’m never goin' back. Not to Old City anyway. Never.
EVER.
http://i1123.photobucket.com/albums/l55 ... eStars.jpg
Assets
1 x Discoverer
1mj shield
2500 credits
Game Start: Anonymous Argon. Vanilla. (3.0 + Bonus Pack)
Rules:
1. Dead Is Dead (obviously)
2. Repairs on personal ship only and only for fighter classes. Anything and everything else must be paid for.
3. Acquisition of ships:
a) In the beginning, due to my questionable origin and shady nature I may only trade with Yaki and Teladi Shipyards and Equipment Docks, including for repairs.
b) If I ever reach the point where any given race will sell me an M1 class ship I may begin trading with their shipyards and EQ’s as they’ve obviously decided to overlook my origins. Considering the type of game I intend to play this is unlikely.
c) Upon completing the Terran plot I may trade with the Terrans to whatever degree they will let me.
d) Upon completing the Final Fury plotline I may trade with the Argon and Split to whatever degree they will let me.
e) I may always buy second hand ships.
f) … and of course, if I can convince the current pilot he really doesn’t want it anymore (including and especially by having some well trained psychopaths throw him out an airlock) I can claim the ship.
4. Marines may only be hired from and trained at illegal locations, ie. Pirate facilities.