Post by Dionysus on Aug 27, 2010 23:30:10 GMT -8
Orders came several weeks ago, perhaps the most suicidal he had been given to date. The small piece of paper read “We are azure avians with no wings. Brigand wings from the brigands.” Naturally Hector felt the need to question a mission that was almost certain to cause a rather high casualty rate. Yet the young human was prevented from bringing his grievance up with the Leader personally. Recently promoted, Hector had no intention of leading any of his men into harm’s way so soon. After all they couldn’t just go guns a blaze after every rumor of an airship out there. This mission would require pin point reconnaissance and intelligence in order to be successful. After mulling over the best course of action with which to proceed, Hector threw on a regular gray t-shirt and called his best scouts and Intel agents for a meeting. The debate was rigorous with many of the participants arguing amongst themselves though a consensus was agreed. Hector ordered five cells of two mercenaries each to scout several locations and report to Haven within a month’s time.
He couldn’t help but think back on that day as the massive city of Gaar towered above his head. Of all the places to go Gaar would provide the best information on where to steal an airship from the Crimson Fleet. With the best information came a price however as it was also the most dangerous location that was decided on. Perhaps even worse than the dangers of Gaar was its location deep in the sandy and hellishly hot depths of the Frontiers. Hector alwys believed that a true leader assumes the most danger which meant he took on the job of reconnaissance in Gaar. As his guide led him to the elevator which would ascend him to the mechanical heaven above Hector dusted off as much sand from his desert camouflage trench coat and khaki cargo pants as he could. The heat outside was unbearable and the sun’s rays scorched the land seemingly unending in its quest to keep the land barren of life. Once at the elevator it took some time for another cart to come down to ground level so Hector took his boots off and turned them upside-down, one by one, hoping to finally get the sand out of them. “How do you live out here?” he said to his guide who only shrugged in response.
As the elevator finally came to the ground level Hector entered with a few other random travelers. Walking away from the elevator, his guide stopped and glanced back to offer a piece of last minute advice “The best way to leave Gaar is by air or not at all…”. With that the doors closed and the elevator car began to rise. Hector was well aware of the reputation that Gaar held as a ruthless center for outlaws, warlords, and hundreds of other deviant professions. What the guide did not know was that hector was a Blue Hawk and not just some pathetic lawless scavenger lost in the decadence of Gaar. Once the elevator reached the entrance to Gaar, Hector walked slowly through the crowded streets trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible. Every person that walked by, every fleeting conversation, and every minute action that occurred he tried to take in with acute analysis in the hopes of finding a clue. He knew that it would take a good deal of time to get anyone to talk and even longer to find a decent piece of information but above all else it was just one piece to completing his teams mission. Taking off his helmet and putting it in his back pack Hector ran his right hand through his black hair and sighed, thinking to himself “This would be a crapy place to die…” until two beautiful women rather seductively clothed walked by “or maybe not…”
He couldn’t help but think back on that day as the massive city of Gaar towered above his head. Of all the places to go Gaar would provide the best information on where to steal an airship from the Crimson Fleet. With the best information came a price however as it was also the most dangerous location that was decided on. Perhaps even worse than the dangers of Gaar was its location deep in the sandy and hellishly hot depths of the Frontiers. Hector alwys believed that a true leader assumes the most danger which meant he took on the job of reconnaissance in Gaar. As his guide led him to the elevator which would ascend him to the mechanical heaven above Hector dusted off as much sand from his desert camouflage trench coat and khaki cargo pants as he could. The heat outside was unbearable and the sun’s rays scorched the land seemingly unending in its quest to keep the land barren of life. Once at the elevator it took some time for another cart to come down to ground level so Hector took his boots off and turned them upside-down, one by one, hoping to finally get the sand out of them. “How do you live out here?” he said to his guide who only shrugged in response.
As the elevator finally came to the ground level Hector entered with a few other random travelers. Walking away from the elevator, his guide stopped and glanced back to offer a piece of last minute advice “The best way to leave Gaar is by air or not at all…”. With that the doors closed and the elevator car began to rise. Hector was well aware of the reputation that Gaar held as a ruthless center for outlaws, warlords, and hundreds of other deviant professions. What the guide did not know was that hector was a Blue Hawk and not just some pathetic lawless scavenger lost in the decadence of Gaar. Once the elevator reached the entrance to Gaar, Hector walked slowly through the crowded streets trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible. Every person that walked by, every fleeting conversation, and every minute action that occurred he tried to take in with acute analysis in the hopes of finding a clue. He knew that it would take a good deal of time to get anyone to talk and even longer to find a decent piece of information but above all else it was just one piece to completing his teams mission. Taking off his helmet and putting it in his back pack Hector ran his right hand through his black hair and sighed, thinking to himself “This would be a crapy place to die…” until two beautiful women rather seductively clothed walked by “or maybe not…”