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Of Devils and Demons; Beginning of the End
Topic Started: Jan 11 2013, 10:42 AM (124 Views)
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The small hallway that lead to the outside hall hissed and smoked as the seal decompressed. The young girl standing there, backpack hitched high and sunglasses already sitting on her nose, was more than ready to depart.

The ship, The Fiddler, had served its purpose so far. A tiny vessel built for speed and distance, not carrying power, which had cramped living quarters on board for perhaps six or seven people (and little else), had been her ride from one star to the next for months now. Or had it been even longer? The distance she'd traveled, through space and time, had all become a blur of confusion to her youthful brain. She knew the trail was hot, though, and that the amount of time behind her would not longer matter.

"You definite this is what you want?" The voice was that of the Fiddlers owner, Captain and pilot, Viktor Chernekov, the only other soul on board the tiny ship upon its arrival. His voice came through crackled from the intercom beside her - it had been her instruction to depart the moment she was on the ground. She didn't want any turning back this time. Not after Whitefall.

"You've been a fine example to me Viktor. You've led me well, you've accepted me, and more than one you've kept me safe." Her voice was soft, 'girly', fragile. "But this is the last stop." The ship made a small sound, rocking gently from side to side, and the small ramp before her hissed and started to lower. Outside the bright sun and the bustle streets beyond assaulted her senses, but the young girl welcomed it.

"You fly safe then, little one. You know how to find an old man when you need him..." Viktors voice was sad, his thick accent unable to hide the sorrow in his words, but he was a man who knew better than to argue with this girl. She knew what the world had waiting for her. And she sought it out.

"Take care, Viktor. Don't forget me." She stepped forward, the warm sunlight coursing through her thick brown jacket as her feet touched solid ground for the first time in at least a month.

"So this is where it ends."
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She stood silent on the dirty road just outside the main docks area, watching The Fiddler as she soared high above the city, breaking through the atmosphere and disappearing on her next journey. It had been the first time the young girl had felt she belonged, being on the Fiddler with Viktor. She couldn't remember the early days, being a child and having a family. She had to assume those memories were there, somewhere. Just not accessible. And so Viktor Cherekov had been the closest thing she'd had to a family, the Fiddler being the only home she'd ever had.

The city streets were crowded, dirty, noisy. It was exactly the kind of place that she had spent her days avoiding. It had been so peaceful on board the Fiddler, even more so during their frequent trips to the small cabin Viktor had hidden out on Greenleaf. Her months with the man had been relaxing, enlightening, and she'd managed to gather herself in a way she hadn't imagined possible before they met.

Now, flying solo once again, she was filled with frustration and longing, but it had been clear from the start that their journeys together would have had to end this way. Viktor was a quiet man of simple tastes, and staying fast and out of sight was all he needed from the 'Verse. The young girl, on the other hand, was the opposite - to stay out of sight was what she longed for, but what she really needed was buried deep in the 'Verse, and it was up to her to dig it out.

Viktor had known her story, discussed it all with her countless times, and it had been he who originally questioned just how important her quest was. Answers were the main objective here, though the old man had questioned whether or not she really wanted them. She understood what that meant, if not entirely agreeing with the statement, but the idea of beginning a new life without knowing what the old one entailed was just not something she was capable of doing.

That's why she was here, in the city, with nothing but the pack on her back and the persistence in her stride. Here, on Verbena. The last known destination of Tobias Hawke.
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The young girl coughed quietly as she entered the seedy look cafe. The man standing over by the counter, seemingly talking to himself prior to her arrival, nodded and pointed to the back room as if he had expected her. She moved to the door, the smell of incense and 'other' smoke near knocking her out as she moved across the dimly lit room.

The back door led into a short corridor that ended with parted curtains. The girl entered, confident and assured that she was able to take care of herself, and took a seat before the man sitting ahead of her. He wore long robes of a bygone era, the fabric dotted with symbols of old religions of Earth-that-Was.

"As, and you must be Ms-" the man started, a thick accent of the sorts the young girl had never heard. She caught him quickly, though, cutting him off.

"No Ms. Just Kiara." She took a seat opposite the man at a small, rounded table. In a quick, casual movement, Kiara lowered her backpack onto the floor beside her chair and pulled the sawn down shotgun out, placing it quietly on the table before her. The man eyed it carefully, but didn't seem shocked. As if he had genuinely known it was coming.

"And you're here because you're look for your..." Again she cut him off, the old man keeping his voice calm and casual as if they were enjoying a coffee in the park together.

"An old friend. That's what I'm looking for. You'd know the name anywhere, future seer or not." She flipped a piece of folder paper across the table - a print out of the most recent arrest warrant for Tobias Hawke. The fortune teller picked it up, examined the paper for almost a full minute, then placed it back on Kiara's side of the table.

"A dangerous man." that was all he said. The young girl lost her patience quickly.

"Can you help?" She snarled, ready to walk out. The man just nodded to this, hitting a small button on the underside of the table. A circular hole in its center opened up, a 3D projection coming up between the two seated at the table. The projection showed a dozen or so small boxes and the man began scrolling through them with his hand, revealing hundreds more small boxes, each filled with grainy screencaps of city streets.

"A tiresome task it is, this. Are you sure it's worth your time and... er, just your time." The man, instead of mentioning money, eyed the shotgun again and continued to his work.

"It is."

The old man continued onwards for some time, the distant sound of sirens outside in the street being the old thing that broke through the silence in the dingy back room. At one point the old man touched a box, which grew into a huge projection between the two of them - security camera footage of a tidy looking suburban street.

"Bah, it must be Three-seven-NINE-one, not three-seven-four." the old man smiled, shaking his head, and Kiara just rolled her eyes, questioning just how wise it had been to come here. finally, though, the man decided he had found what he was after, and the screen before the two of them grew once more. This time, a street corner outside an old, run down bar was shown. It was a war zone.

Around the bar were military grade vehicles, craters, what looked like a spaceships escape pod, and dozens of bodies.

Standing by the front door, a huge piece of military hardware in hand, was a figure most would have recognised as Tobias Hawke. Kiara took a deep breath.

"Ok. Yes... that's him. What the hell happened?" The old man just shrugged, minimising the screen as the sirens outside got louder and louder, eventually passing right by the small shop. Kiara stopped, thinking.

"You do know the dangers of dealing with a man like Hawke, don't you? He's a phoenix." Kiara ignored the mans words, staring down at the table before her, thinking.

"When... when was that footage from?" Again, the man just shrugged, leaning back in his chair as he lit up a large pipe, smiling.

"Last I checked, those feeds were all live."

Kiara was already on her way out the door.
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