by The Kingpin » Fri Aug 17, 2012 1:04 am
"Understood. In the mean time, I'll restock our supplies, rearm and see if I can't get this limb brought back to working order. If possible, I'd like the pay for the previous job sent to me as soon as possible. It will help pay for the damage" responded Khuurava, already charting a course for Surundrakh, knowing he'd be able to access better medical facilities there, at better prices, as well as perhaps better supplies. "Khuurava out" he said, as the connection was cut...
A week later saw Khuurava drifting, once more through Citadel space. His limb had recovered and was now back to it's previous performing standards. He had acquired some upgraded equipment, including somewhat better shield capacitors for his armour, boosting both the shield's durability and regen-time. He had also managed to acquire explosive weapons mods for his primary weapons, which made it so the rounds fired by his weapons were chemically manipulated to generate extremely high temperatures, sufficient to cause the surfaces of targets to explode as a result of being turned into plasma, having the potential to blow layers off armoured targets, though at the price of fewer rounds per thermal sink. He had, of course, had to pull a few strings for something so dangerous, contacting his special forces friends for access to black ops equipment. Additionally, he had bought a grenade launcher, equipped with armour piercing high explosive ballistic warheads, specifically to give Khuurava a fighting chance against armoured opponents, the Khurakra not wanting a repeat of the mech incident...
Elsewhere in the galaxy, the Blue Suns ship carrying Anto was called back, the search having gone for a week and several days, with no luck. Aria's trail had gone cold. All they could hope for now was a call for a ransom, or a confirmation of her death. In the mean time, Kharss had taken over control of her organisation, those loyal to him being promoted to positions Aria had reserved for her own personal guard, in order to avoid risks of betrayal...not that they had a chance. Despite her surface rulership, the Patriarch still had a very powerful grip on the roots of the station, although the facts of it were often a well kept secret. He didn't WANT to take back his old throne, but he knew that without someone of his or Aria's power to keep firm control of the place, the Merc groups would move in and outright war would be unleashed. He had no intention of letting that happen. Not after all the work he put into stabilising this place, before, during and after his rulership of the station...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG