Terteroba Rising

[Zaphyr Stone]

"We were employed by Emil Terteroba." Lily stepped forward to greet the dragon, "I'm Lily Hayes. I'm in charge of this group. One of our colleagues came here ahead of us to touch base with Mr. Terteroba, but she never contacted us. So we're here to find her."

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Bohdan raised his eyebrow, towering over each of these new recruits. Their leader, this Lilly, looked enthusiastic, if somewhat inexperienced. Her associates were more rugged than her, however. He began to speak, his arms crossed and his wings still spread out.

"My name is Bohdan Chmielnicki. You may call me Theo. I, too, have people I work with here. Well... we took some casualties earlier today..." Bohdan suddenly developed a sullen look, one that he was quick to shake off. "Anyway, Emil is busy pleasuring his wife in his manor. I would not recommend disturbing him." Bohdan looked in the direction of Emil's manor, perched atop a small hill dominating the village.

[Zaphyr Stone]

"O-oh," Lily could feel a rush of heat to her face in embarrassment. She tried not picture what she had heard, "That's fine. I guess we could wait. Maybe you've seen our colleague? She can be easy to miss, unfortunately, but I don't think she would have made a point to hide here. She's a snow leopard."

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

"I am afraid that I have not seen her," Bohdan answered honestly, shrugging his shoulders. He had failed to catch sight of this elusive character. "But, maybe you can ask around. Surely someone else must have seen her."

[Kurt]

Simo was at the bar, sitting with everyone else, learning a bit about the culture when the sounds of aircraft came from over head. Curious he rose from his stool and walked, well, stumbled, out the door. 

The air felt cool, a comfortable cool against him as he walked to where he thought they were. "More people. Fun....." he spoke silently to himself. As he spoke he caught a wiff of his own breath, it smelled strongly of Beer.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

A small SUV rolled quietly into the sleepy village of Ada Kulun, the last of the lights within the huts flickering out, their inhabitants descending into a sea of slumber. The jeep parked in front of the tavern. Out from the open-air vehicle came three figures, all Zonessian: a lanky tiger shark, his almost black hair, brown colors and soothing, cream colored stripes running alongside his back, and his chestnut eyes scanning the darkened streets. A short, stocky toucan, his elongated, brightly colored beak with piercing hues of orange, green, red, and white standing out among the group. A sea otter, of medium height and build, her slightly wrathful scowl marked by horrible scars, and her raw umber fur dirty from the accumulated dust of the Steppes, with her short hair messy from the wind incurred on it during the road trip to the village.

The shark, who was named Michael Doukas, had spotted an old acquaintance of his, Bohdan Chmielnicki, converse with several other indistinguishable figures in the darkness. He and his comrades approached the dragon.

"Hey, Theodore," began Michael, his faint Selachii accent seeping through his words, "where is your squad?"

"Scattered," replied Bohdan concisely and somewhat vaguely.

"Well, where's Roy?" asked Michael.

"He should be in the tavern," answered Bohdan.

[Zaphyr Stone]

"I guess that's our next step then." Lily nodded with a weary sigh.

"I'll go check this tavern." Zane stepped off, "It's as good a place to start as any."

"Someone is just looking for an excuse to get a drink." Laika teased, "Come on then, Boss."

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Bohdan moved his lower jaw around to stretch and soothe it as this new group walked away. More coworkers. Michael was beside Bohdan, yet he and his team moved away as the new group had done. They headed towards the tavern.

"How much was Roy paid by them?" asked Teresa. "50 grand?"

"Yes," answered Lorenzo. "Fifty thousand credits is the price for a common mercenary." Michael scoffed.

"Things were better years ago," commented Teresa. "Now, work is hard to come by: everyone is an advocate for peace."

"What, and you don't like peace?" asked Michael.

"I have nothing against peace," replied Teresa. "However, war is our business. Without it, we're out of a job. So, we must go where peace is not on the minds of people with deep pockets."

"People like this village elder," said Michael, looking at Emil Terteroba's mansion.

[Shmibli7]

(Good God... What did I miss?)

[Kurt]

On 12/21/2015 at 11:19 AM, Shmibli7 said:

(Good God... What did I miss?)

(Every thing)

Simo stumbled through the village, he soon came upon a large group, some new comers, and the dragon, Bohdan "Hey!" His words slurred from the booze "Who's these guys?"

[Shmibli7]

Just now, Kurt said:

(Every thing)

 

(Kurt! You're alive!)

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Bohdan could smell the stench of alcohol emanating from Simo. He was far too drunk to remember these faces in the morning.

"They are coworkers," he said simply, shrugging his shoulders. "Michael, Lorenzo, Teresa." Bohdan's hand gestured toward each person as he stated their names. "Everyone, Simo Hayha. Sniper." Teresa approached the disoriented dog, and breathed in the stink of beer about him. She smiled and sighed.

"Ahh... alcohol." Michael raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

[Kurt]

"Heyyyyyyy." he said with a half wave. When the otter, Teresa maybe? He didn't know. His vision was doubling and the 4 figures became 8. "Well hey thur missy. Whats a fine looking.........." His brains switch flipped as he fell sideways onto the stone pathway, out cold. He snored lightly after his fall.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Teresa stoically stared at this drunken body for a few moments before crouching down and reaching into its pocket. Out came a cheap leather wallet containing a meager 8 credits. "Ugh," she uttered, offended by this sad fellow's miserly ways. Nevertheless, she accepted the generous financial donation to her cause, and gently placed the wallet back into his pocket.

"He looks cute," she added.

"You are unbelievable," commented Lorenzo, shaking his head.

"I am strategic," defended Teresa, looking back to her toucan comrade.

[MikeMurdock]

A famle boar would be in the bar  drinking a beer  wile messing with the jukebox slapping it  since it ate  her money yelling in a russian style accent " damn this peice of Crap machine. I want to hear some Ambassadors of Havoc. " the boar a large amazonian build woman  with a black long coat, armored biker pants, biker boots, and a dark green shirt. After failing to get the juke box working she walks to the bartender 

" Your shoddy juke ate my creds fragger!"

[Tiger Carson]

Around that hour of night, four custom styled space fighter ships of a variety called Mystens arrived outside of the village.  When they landed, the pilots. a male Wyvern, male Gryphon, female Chinese Water Deer and male Black Horse, each opened the cockpits, and jumped out, closing the cockpits behind them when they landed, and locked them with a secure code.  Each was dressed in a variant of a biker group's clothing, the wyvern wearing a black shirt with a red jacket that had spikes on the shoulders, black jeans and black biker boots.  The Gryphon wore a sleeveless style black biker jacket with some studs on the shoulders, blue jeans, and black biker boots.  He also wore a blue T-shirt with a depiction of a gryphon on the front.  The Chinese Water Deer wore a pair of denim shorts, blue two inch heeled boots.  She also wore a blue midriff tank-top and a sleeveless red vest.  As well as a gold colored necklace.  Along with this, she had a pair of black cut-off gloves.  The horse himself wore a white tank-top, blue jeans, and brown boots, along with a pair of red gloves.  He also carried a pack that held one of his bigger weapons that was disassembled for ease of carrying.  Each also had their sidearms worn on their right hips in holsters.
"So, you know where the town center is, Wyvern?" Asked the Gryphon.
"Of course I do, Zack." Wyvern said to the Gryphon named Zack, walking towards the center of the area.  He continued in his strong southern drawl style accent. "But as it's the middle of the night, I doubt our current employer is in the mood for being awakened or otherwise disturbed.  Besides, if he's as unhinged as I think he is, he'd be as liable as I am to blow a stranger's head off for interrupting him in a, ah, private moment."
"What makes you so sure?" Zack asked with a little bit of a quizzical expression.
"You must have forgot that one time-" The Chinese Water Deer started, but was cut-off by Zack.
"I haven't, Fern, I just didn't expect you and Wyvern to be so into the discussions you were in."
"Yeah, and that blaster in your face was because of those discussions, right?" Wyvern said to Zack. "Come on everyone, let's go size up the others at the local bar.  They might be there at this hour."
"Or they may be asleep, as we should probably do soon ourselves." The Black Horse said.
"Aw, don't be such a worry wart, Steed." Zack said to the horse. "The night is still young for this hour, and I for one am going to enjoy it, and the other sights I'm sure will be there."
"Cassanova..." Steed said with some disgust, knowing what Zack was meaning.
"Guilty as charged, but what can you do?" Zack said raising his arms in a surrendering gesture as he walked towards where the bar was, and the whole group started walking there with that statement.

[Zaphyr Stone]

By the time the group reached the bar, the establishment was packed to the gills with creatures from all walks of life.

Lily smiled hopefully at the crowd. "Well, someone here is bound to have seen her. Let's spread out. Just please play nice."

"What, us?" Laika teased as she sauntered to the bar, took a seat and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket.

Zane ordered himself a rum and coke and sipped at it as he scanned the bar.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Michael's team and Bohdan elected to go into the tavern, with the goal of drinks. The four of them entered the tavern, the dank, musty atmosphere clogging their airways. They took seats at the bar, with Bohdan noticing a female boar trying to figure out the jukebox. The boar then stepped to the bar and started yelling at the barkeep.

Meanwhile, some of the town guards, armed with old automatic blasters, bulky and large, approached the group that landed outside the village in their space fighters. The senior guard, wearing a tan beret, stopped them.

"Who are you?" he asked with a thick Gokturk accent.

[Zaphyr Stone]

Laika looked over at the group, recognizing the dragon from earlier. "Anyone got a light?" She held out her cigarette as she asked.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Bohdan glanced at the German shepherd wanting a light to her cigarette. He got up off from the bar and approached her from behind. He tapped her on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, lady, but do you need a light?" he asked.

[Tiger Carson]

Zack was getting ready to pull his weapon out as a habit, but Wyvern motioned him to only stay alert with a hand wave, and made it clear to the Gryphon with a glance that violence was not required yet.  Zack almost seemed disappointed, but he held his hand close to his blaster, just in case, as did Fern and Steed.  If a fight was going to break out, which they hoped wouldn't, they would be prepared for it.  Wyvern then responded to the guard, "We are the mercenary team Star Wyvern.  We are here because Emil Tertoroba, your leader, hired us to assist with his primary goals of bringing this planet under a more, 'peaceful,' and prosperous age."

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Some of the younger militiamen readied themselves for a fight. However, the older militiamen, along with their supposed leader, were calmer. The leader motioned them to stand down.

"Excellent," said the beret militiaman. "We have been waiting for you. But, you'll have to wait until morning to talk to Emil. At a time this late, he's probably asleep." The beret militiaman stepped closer to Wyvern. "My name is Saray. My father is Emil. You can rest, if you want, at our tavern, over there." Saray pointed to the tavern in the center of the village.

[Tiger Carson]

All of Star Wyvern collectively relaxed when Saray had the other soldiers stand down. "Ah, I half expected this." Wyvern said, "Thank you, we will avail ourselves of the tavern, and in the morning, we will meet with your father as per the terms to discuss the mission, and the payment for services rendered." It was obvious that Wyvern had done this dance before, anticipating the questions that would come for such a job.  Zack, Fern and Steed were waiting to head to the Tavern while Wyvern completed the pleasantries in the meanwhile.
"So, that's Saray, huh?" Fern said to her team mates, and no one in particular at the same time. "He's kind of cute in that noble way."
"Not you too, Fern?.." Steed asked, "Am I the only one in this outfit not prone to such open wandering?"
"Relax, Steed, I was just stating a fact." Fern replied, "I'm not that way at the time being, and besides, you know what I look for in a guy." Steed muttered something unintelligible to himself at this.  In his mind, he was not going to pull Zack out of any affairs the Gryphon would get himself into, nor was he going to do so for Fern.  If they were going to do something like that and get in trouble for it, they were simply too weak of mind to be worth bothering with.  Unless of course, Wyvern ordered him to do so with a strong threat.  In which case, he'd have no choice but to get the others in line if needed.  Fortunately, it looked like he'd only have to keep Zack in line if ordered to do so.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Saray nodded, understanding that Wyvern would prefer to meet his father in the morning, as well.

"Okay," Saray said. "Remember, call me up over comms if you need anything. We run on this frequency." Saray then gave Wyvern a small piece of paper with a scribbling of the frequency the Ada Kulun militia communicates on.

[Tiger Carson]

"Much appreciated." Wyvern said, "Have a good evening." The team then headed to the Tavern.  Once they were inside, they would see it was fairly busy, and had a variety of peoples.  Zack made a bit of a long whistle, liking what he was seeing.  His eye was caught by the sight of a particular female german shepherd and a female american eskimo dog.  However, the German Shepherd girl was talking with a dragon.  Zack decided it'd be wiser to focus on the American Eskimo dog girl, and headed to her to talk her up.

"Zack..." Steed said in vain, he knew it'd be impossible to talk Zack out of it now.  So he headed to the bar, and sat himself on one of the stools, ordering a soft apple cider.  He waited for the inevitable to happen, that was, for Zack to come to him nursing a red mark the shape of a female hand on one of the sides of his face, and shedding tears at the rejection.

Wyvern and Fern both headed to another part of the bar, wanting to let Steed sulk for now.  They made their way towards one of the tables, and took a seat.  Their more unusual appearance would be enough of a draw as it was, so they weren't worried about meeting any of the other mercs who they'd be working with.  Wyvern was especially unconcerned about any Venomians that would be around, since he knew how to deal with them.  The two then began to chat about things to pass the time, the current subject being vehicles, and those new ones that could change their shape, eventually rendering all the others obsolete in terms of versatility, once they were past the prototype stages that was.
"I wonder if the Mystens could be converted to use that new tech?" Fern pondered.
"Would be nice to not have to worry about replacing the ships if that's the case." Wyvern said in response. "Though with the money we're sure to earn from this job, I'm certain that won't be a problem."