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this went for about five minutes and Chris had already drained half of the whiskey, feeling a bit more "charismatic" than usual He said

"Well I don'tz knows about you ladyz but tis shoutinz is hurting my head, how aboutz we talk instead."

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While all this seemingly-drunken singing went on about him, Faasnu kept drinking his Juma Juice, ignoring that which went on around him. He visibly shuddered, like he was cold, as his mind whisked him back to another time...

"Where is he? WHERE IS HE?!" An officer screamed, panicked.

"DOES IS LOOK LIKE I KNOW?!" an NCO responded. "THE BASTARD JUST UPPED AND DISAPPEARED!"

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

A Yaut'ja hunter dropped from a tree, a hook-shaped blade in his hand.

"Son of a b****!" Both men screamed, raising weapons. It was completely unexpected, then, when a strangely-dressed figure dropped in from somewhere above, igniting a crimson lightsaber. He was wearing the same attire that Faasnu wore now, with multiple lightsabers clipped to his belt.

A Sith.

"If you wish to hunt someone, then hunt me," the sith growled. The Yaut'ja simply stood there, staring at this new arrival to the scene.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

In a fight that lasted less than two minutes, the Sith decapitated the hunter, then de-activated the lightsaber. He looked back at the two stunned soldiers. "You two get going," he said, his voice distorted by a mechanical thrum, "There's an outpost less than two klicks north of here. Get out while you still can."

... The cold shiver stopped, the vision came to an end, and Faasnu found himself back in the bar. "What the hell...?" he mumbled. He shook it off, then continued drinking, undisturbed by the vision he'd just seen...

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"So waz your story?",Chris asked Balsa trying to get away from there prier subject.

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Stumbling upon the group, a familiar looking mercenary(To Balsa and friends at least) walked into the area. He was escorting a female, a dragon female by the looks of it. Deciding it was a good idea to stop at a bar, he approached the group. "Hey Balsa. Trebbiano, Charylin?" he greeted. The female remained silent. Her scales shone in the dim light, as she gave a light nod to the group. "This is Nora, a... Business partner"

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Faasnu looked over his shoulder at the newcomers, then returned his attention to his drinking. He frowned, a small spark in his memory flying, and he turned around to face the newcomers fully. He looked directly at Nora with a frown, as though confused at her presence.

Was she...?

Faasnu shook off this confusion, drinking his Juma juice. Another memory flashed in his mind, and he shuddered as a voice spoke,

"... Of all those I stopped the Mikaarj threat with, Nora was the most quiet... and effective. She had the grace and prowess of a Dragonarian, even though she was not of our blood."

"What happened to her?" Faasnu asked.

"I don't know - my attention has been occupied. If ever I run into her, however, the first thing I would says is... thank you. I never knew you, but I sure as hell wish I did."

The memory came to an end, and without consciously thinking of it, Faasnu directed his next words to Nora. "Dovahkiin sends his regards."

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"Im Tecnically the inferior to both Chayrlin and Trebia" Balsa says, giving a greeting to kage via her two middle fingers. "I was hired after the two of them, but i more often than not end up baby sitting them due to Trebia's lack of shame and Chayrlin not knowing when to shut off the stab happy"

Chayrlin brought back her cane for a nother smack when she saw the newcomers herself. "Hello Shadowthing and Nora. NORA, holy gott in himmel its been... i dont know how long BUT STILL!"

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Looking perplexed at the statement, the dragoness had to think for a moment or two before realizing who "Dovahkiin" was. Finally understanding the nature of the statement, she returned a nod of thanks, then looked to Chayrlin, waving briefly in greeting. She always was the quiet type. Normally only opening up to those close to her. Not even Kage has seen that day.

Kage gave a slight laugh, "She doesn't talk much. I've known her for about a month and we've only exchanged four or five words" He explained.

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"Well, such as it is," Faasnu stated, "I wish to explore this place. If anyone needs me, you'll know how and where to find me." He downed the last of his Juma Juice, tipped the bartender, and rose from the barstool. He donned his helmet and started for the entrance, then stopped. He looked back at them, then looked forward again, pulling his hood over his helmet and walking out of the bar.

Strangely, he didn't seem intoxicated in any way - with the amount of Juma he'd ingested, one would expect him to sway like a drunk. But Faasnu walked straight and true, as though unaffected by the alcohol.

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"was it, "Are they real?"" CHayrlin asked, her face contorted into a trollific grin. BEhind her, Trebia continued to dance about, Now slithering through the air immediatly next to Chris and Balsa.

"TO tell the truth im here because Trebia is going to jump the first male she sees alone and above 8 feet tall" Balsa continues, ignoring Trebia or her state of being.

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"Good thing Tyler's not here then",Chris said humorisly giving a slight chuckle.

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"Oh dont worry" Chayrlin says, deciding to break Balsa's fun. "Anstas is hitched, she knows she cant do anything to anyone without Breaking up with her husband. She will play like this, but nothing WILL go on."

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Faasnu continued wandering around the complex, aimless. He had no specific goals here, apart from some R&R. Deciding he needed a place to sleep other than his ship, Faasnu got on his knees, meditating, reaching into the force to gain clairvoyance and find out where exactly the residential quarters were. As with before, once he started meditating, he remained utterly still, like a block of ice, frozen in the middle of the Complex...

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"I see, so she's really flirtatious",Chris replied "so I take it your Chayrlin", he added.

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"At your servace" She said, tipping her hat with the hand not occupied with clutching a Cigar. "But Call me Encarmia please. Chayrlin is for close friends"

"DUCK!" Chayrlin Bows her head, Balsa pegging the football where her head was moments ago.

"And annoyances" Chayrlin concluded, tipping back a drink.

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"You three must have been though a lot", Chris said as he paid for the whiskey deciding that was enough for him.

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Kage and Nora both took a seat beside Chris and Chayrlin, Kage took to removing his gloves and leaning back in his chair, while Nora poured herself a glass of water from the pitcher located on the table, downing it quickly as she looked next to her at Chris. She seemed a little curious, but didn't speak her mind.

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"Us four actually, Trebia's Husband, Hud, belongs to the same group as the three of us." CHayrlin RAises a toast, Balsa rapping a knuckle against it in leu of an actual drink.

"30 Years since ive joined" Balsa says. "Trebia was the co founder, she rescued Hud and Chayrlin from death and hired me when i was about 9 after my father died"

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Rolling his eyes, Kage added, "Don't forget the uncountable amount of times you've dragged me around on your missions" He said, chuckling as he poured himself a glass, joining the toast.

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"We are the Deus Mortens Armagistra, Kage" Balsa says, bobbing her head in tune with the Music Trebia had comandeered do dance to. "Thats God killing, and you aint kill no god yet, so you aint count."

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Chris noticed the dragoness look of curiosity and decided to make the first move "Hello, my names Chris", he said introducing himself.

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In another part of the complex, Faasnu still remained meditating, like a statue in the weirdest place. Everyone ignored this strange person - not one person dared lay a finger on him. One kid gawked at the meditating Faasnu, only to be yanked along by his mother for fear of Faasnu awakening from his trance. A group of teens approached Faasnu, yelling in his ears and getting in the face of Faasnu's helmet. But, alas, their actions got them no attention whatsoever. The meditating Faasnu never even twitched - not even the sound of his breathing could be heard. Deciding that the meditating Faasnu wouldn't notice them trying to make off with one of his lightsabers, one of the teens slowly reached for the belt and...

Faasnu's hand quickly reached over and grabbed the teen's wrist. He didn't grip hard, and his voice was calm - despite having that mechanical thrum - as he said, "Nothing there but trouble, boy." He released the teen's hand, and rose. The teens scurried away, and Faasnu continued deeper into the complex...

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She nodded to him, "Nora" she said as she returned to her drink, sipping her water again.

"Hey, you probably haven't taken down actual gods yourself" Kage argued, "You'd be bragging my ear off if you had."

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"So, anything interesting happen lately?", Chris asked Nora, trying to strike up a conversation.

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"As much as slandering Balsa IS a national Past time" Chayrlin says. "Im Afraid she is right. One of the many requirements for joining the Deus Mortens is to Bring down a god with the rest of us. RIght of passage and all that, its why there is only 4 of us, not many gods need to be slain"

"And a damned toughie this one was. Perverted too, God of lust tried taking over the multiverse" Balsa shudders. "Those poor poor people..."

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For reasons unknown, Faasnu was unaware of a new figure - he was easily recognized as a Sangheili. He wore black armor, with a matching black cloak over his shoulders. His hooves made a steady click-clack, click-clack as he entered the bar. The eight-foot-six warrior sat on the stool that Faasnu had occupied earlier, and removed his hood.

"Bartender," he requested, "A glass of Romulan Ale, please."

It has been a long search, the Sangheili thought as he drank his ale. The Sith he came looking for had done a very good job covering his tracks - it was merely a matter of chance that the Sangheili learned he was here. His intent was not combat - in fact, quite the contrary. The Sangheili had originally thought Faasnu was dead. What a surprise to learn he was alive, even after what he'd suffered through. The rumors that Faasnu was immortal had to be true. But if Faasnu was here, whereabouts was he?

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