zellsantal
Star
- Joined
- Dec 9, 2012
Saint leaned back at his set with a bottle at hand. He sat in a booth alone in a bar called Nightingale, a place where mercenaries or mercs as most called like him hangs out and waiting for a new job. His fixer, another world for street agent. They are the ones that make jobs for street mercs like himself who's always looking to earn some credits. Saint's attention went to the tv and listening as it gives and small history about what happen two hundred years ago. The world was on a technical break through with both A.I. and robotics but something happen and World War three came about. Nuclear bombs were used left and right and before you know it half the world been nuked. Only a hand full of cities and land outside of it weren't caught in the blasts and slowly rebuilding. It been said there's lost tech or information of some tech that could help fix the damages done but none have been found yet or some governments are keeping it for themselves for the time being. In the meantime, the people did what they could to survive and make what they have livable.
However, it didn't turn out to be roses and sunshine. It was a fight for power. In order to keep order the Crops of the city banned together for a short time and took over Night Owl City or as most call it Owl City. The problem they faced was there were too many gangs and chaos in the streets. So, to prevent an all-out war within the city itself and bring back some order the Crops made deals with a few of the gangs. These set gangs were given areas of the city for themselves as long they keep order. In other words as long, they don't cause trouble to anyone's turf or too much it would affect the Corps they have free rein to do what they want. In doing this order was restored and everything was alright. For a time anyways until other gangs started to form and others in the shadows trying to bring down the Corps. So that's when guys like Saint were made. In order to keep a war from happening they hire Mercs to do odd jobs, some for getting information in any way they can to killing someone in a known area. Mercs are used as a middleman to do any dirty work. Even law enforcement hires them from time to time to do things that's out of their hands or to bust someone doing illegal activities. Being a merc though is not a walk in the park for you could be killed or even face another merc. Not to say can't work out something for each other but doesn't always work that way. The pay is good but life of a merc can also be short if not carful.
Saint's fixer is named Broker, the man doesn't want to show his face or give out his real name. Though Saint met him face to face a few times, so he knows what the looks like but didn't get into detail of his personal life. They both have a good understanding and trust for years. That being said they agreed not to screw with each other and have worked closely without problems. Broker told him someone would come to him today and so he waited at his normal spot when he comes here in Nightingale. If one looks at him, they would see a man in his late thirties or early forties. Jeck black hair with ember eyes with one scar across his left eye. Shirtless other than a leather vest which showed off a black tattoo that seem to be across his back and shoulders of his white tanned skin. He also looked to have a mid-muscular and well fit body. While Saint waited, he went ahead and called up for another beer. He wonders if his new job would show up or would he have to call Broker and say this person was a no show.
However, it didn't turn out to be roses and sunshine. It was a fight for power. In order to keep order the Crops of the city banned together for a short time and took over Night Owl City or as most call it Owl City. The problem they faced was there were too many gangs and chaos in the streets. So, to prevent an all-out war within the city itself and bring back some order the Crops made deals with a few of the gangs. These set gangs were given areas of the city for themselves as long they keep order. In other words as long, they don't cause trouble to anyone's turf or too much it would affect the Corps they have free rein to do what they want. In doing this order was restored and everything was alright. For a time anyways until other gangs started to form and others in the shadows trying to bring down the Corps. So that's when guys like Saint were made. In order to keep a war from happening they hire Mercs to do odd jobs, some for getting information in any way they can to killing someone in a known area. Mercs are used as a middleman to do any dirty work. Even law enforcement hires them from time to time to do things that's out of their hands or to bust someone doing illegal activities. Being a merc though is not a walk in the park for you could be killed or even face another merc. Not to say can't work out something for each other but doesn't always work that way. The pay is good but life of a merc can also be short if not carful.
Saint's fixer is named Broker, the man doesn't want to show his face or give out his real name. Though Saint met him face to face a few times, so he knows what the looks like but didn't get into detail of his personal life. They both have a good understanding and trust for years. That being said they agreed not to screw with each other and have worked closely without problems. Broker told him someone would come to him today and so he waited at his normal spot when he comes here in Nightingale. If one looks at him, they would see a man in his late thirties or early forties. Jeck black hair with ember eyes with one scar across his left eye. Shirtless other than a leather vest which showed off a black tattoo that seem to be across his back and shoulders of his white tanned skin. He also looked to have a mid-muscular and well fit body. While Saint waited, he went ahead and called up for another beer. He wonders if his new job would show up or would he have to call Broker and say this person was a no show.