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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Feb 6, 2009
A year had passed since the war. Aaryn was still unsure of why he was left alive when most all of his friends and team had died but there was something about him that screamed 'I am not done yet'. His tall frame was thin, seemingly wirey but muscles were hidden under his skin, his eyes shining a bright blue, hair a scruffy and mussed blonde-brown colour. He looked around the planet he'd landed at before he walked forward to the bar, a small bar he generally avoided.
As the noise swam around him he smiled and ordered his usual drink, sipping it as he sat right there at the bar, his messy greying clothing hiding what he was, at least it seemed to until you spotted his brown coat. People were beginning to stare but one or two conversations kept on, all dropping away after a pause. One conversation was left, the drunken man's voice ringing out.
"Gorramn mercs... this one's the most dangerous. A woman of all things."
Aaryn paused, waiting for a name, none come and the conversation skidded to a halt as Aaryn approached the table. "Excuse me... I couldn't help hearin' you'd been done by a merc... got anything else as to what she might be hidin'?"
"Naw."
"Shame... where were you at the time?"
"Planet just two-west of here."
"Thank you sir." Aaryn rose and ordered the man a drink, striding out of the bar and back towards his ship, glad of the piloting and general mechanics skill he had, although most of his crew had left recently after his latest scuffle. He needed someone to guide him in the big wide someplace... he figured this merc might do the job, and a little female company wouldn't go amiss.
A silence met him when he strode out into the new marketplace. People seemed to scurry past, his brown-coat left behind although this rendered his marks and scars out in the open, making him look just a little rough. He paused at a bar, listening to the voices, sensing a female presence thanks to the lack of cussing at the bar.
He strode in and made his way toward the "woman" wondering if he had the right lady.
As the noise swam around him he smiled and ordered his usual drink, sipping it as he sat right there at the bar, his messy greying clothing hiding what he was, at least it seemed to until you spotted his brown coat. People were beginning to stare but one or two conversations kept on, all dropping away after a pause. One conversation was left, the drunken man's voice ringing out.
"Gorramn mercs... this one's the most dangerous. A woman of all things."
Aaryn paused, waiting for a name, none come and the conversation skidded to a halt as Aaryn approached the table. "Excuse me... I couldn't help hearin' you'd been done by a merc... got anything else as to what she might be hidin'?"
"Naw."
"Shame... where were you at the time?"
"Planet just two-west of here."
"Thank you sir." Aaryn rose and ordered the man a drink, striding out of the bar and back towards his ship, glad of the piloting and general mechanics skill he had, although most of his crew had left recently after his latest scuffle. He needed someone to guide him in the big wide someplace... he figured this merc might do the job, and a little female company wouldn't go amiss.
A silence met him when he strode out into the new marketplace. People seemed to scurry past, his brown-coat left behind although this rendered his marks and scars out in the open, making him look just a little rough. He paused at a bar, listening to the voices, sensing a female presence thanks to the lack of cussing at the bar.
He strode in and made his way toward the "woman" wondering if he had the right lady.