I heard that making silly little blogs is all the rage amongst Rubicon III’s pilots these days, so I figured I might as well join in
Heya y’all, I’m Verdant, she/they/it if you please, an independent mercenary, and unfortunate sister of M.EX’s A-4 Fixer. Yes, I know that my bitch sister’s stolen my WHIRLIGIG’s design. No, I didn’t steal it from her, as much as the PR folks say otherwise. Yes, I am just as good a duelist as she is, thank you for noticing
Speaking of my WHIRLIGIG, I probably oughta show y’all what she looks like, for clarity’s sake (no internals or specs, though! A girl’s gotta keep SOME trade secrets!)
To round off this post, if any of you need any particular AC downed, feel free to reach out—I might just take the job
Speaking of fun facts about Rubicon, did you know you can see Sol from Rubicon at night? Really, it's a very bright star for how dim the star of Sol is! It's just close enough to make up for its lack of brightness. It's a good thing, too - the Coral is so thick in the night that it can be hard to see the dimmer stars!
...is this what I'm using my blog for? Sharing fun facts about Rubicon? Certainly I can come up with something more interesting...
Dear Verdant,
You are hereby cordially invited to the 'Rubiconian Karaoke Gala EX Max+++' (name courtesy of Invincible Rummy,) located at Grid 086 floor 7, on [day][month], at 7:00 PM.
Your invite is from:
invisebil rumy!!!. i dont kenao wou. btue carlea said we nead "dibierisity hiers" but i donte buy it. see oyu htejr maybe
Might as well happen
What “diversity hire” does Rummy of all people think I qualify as?
Hm. Seems our local pissants may have actually been onto something about ALLMIND futzing with the Arena data. Mine won’t update with everyone’s new loadouts (which is a shame, because I really looked forward to testing my mettle against them)
A long, exhausted huff, accompanied by a familiar pumf onto his chair. Not a particularly comfortable or expensive one, but it had been under his ass for years. The large mans finger pressed straight onto the old computers microphone toggle with a thunk.
Summon file on priority suspect, codename HURON.
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SUSPECT: HURON
NAME: UNKNOWN
AFFILIATION: FURLONG
AGE: EARLY 40S
SEX: MALE
PHYS. CHAR.: HEAVY BUILT, GREEN EYES, SHORT DENSE BEARD... EXPAND?
CHARGES: ASSAULT, DESTRUCTION OF EVIDENCE, IMPEDIMENT OF THE LAW... EXPAND?
STATUS: AT LARGE
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Nile was far too familiar with this page. The only thing that ever changed was the list of charges. His fingers tapped on his desk, rythmic and cycling. The metronome drowned out the sounds of the office, to an extent. The chief almost formed a clear thought, but then-
bzzt-oh three one to control, codename HURON sighted, request immediate-bzzt
How lovely. Barely even sat down. The call came only from across the street, but knowing Huron, this would take a while. What on earth could the man be up to now?
After a quick jog, Nile (and a few other officers) made it to the site his subordinate called from, and saw... nothing. The alley behind the pawn shop, which was echoing grunts, screams, and gunshots just moments ago, held nothing but trash cans, some ballistic casings, and specks of blood.
How on Mercury is he like a ghost, with the size he is?
Gihon, shut up and check the dumpsters. Tigris, Pishon, take the left branch of the alley. Euphrates, ask the owner of the store what happened. Ill take the right alley.
Yessir!
The men moved to their respective tasks, and Nile barrelled down the right section in hopes of finding Huron. As he turned the corner, he saw the distinctive copper-flecked-with-silver of the large mans hair. Huron... He growled through his teeth. The moment he started moving again, Huron wheeled around and dashed into a busy street... Where he slammed right into another Balam officer. Thoughts were bouncing around Niles mind, erratic and excited like a child on christmas morning. Is this it? Am I finally going to get him? A gunshot rang out, and the officer in front of him was on the ground in a moment. It didnt come from Huron. Another Furlong employee? It didnt matter, Huron was right there, who was not running, oddly. Not away, at least, charging at Nile. Nile was a large, strong guy, but was by no means confident in his ability to take this man one on one. He had to get it right this time. He had to arrest Huron. He dropped lower, put his arms ahead of him, and waited. But the bigger man changed his position at the last second, sliding into the chief like he was playing baseball.
The time between the impact and seeing the large, now obviously handsome man above him wasnt clear, but couldnt have been long. Nile hit his head on the concrete ground hard, and everything was.. so much. His panting, sweating, strong nemesis pinning him to the earth was somehow blurry and perfectly clear. The sounds were crisp, and yet his ears were ringing.
Never realized how pretty you are, boy. Shame that face of yours aint gonna last much longer.
Ha! Bold talk for a man in your position.
They struggled against eachother, grimacing silently for a minute or so. They each took turns on top and bottom, exchanging occasional blows. They were both bloody, sweaty, and tired, and clearly equal in strength. Huron, above Nile, says:
Well, Its clear one of is isnt gonna make it out of here alive. Any burning desire to know something before its all over?
Heh. Howsabout you tell me over drinks?
His grip loosened a fraction, and that was all Nile needed to shove him off. They scattered away from eachother, panting, neither making a move.
Youre funny, lad. Ever think about joining the right side?
I meant it, old man. What say you we drop this whole thing for today, and grab a couple beers? The hells your name, anyway, Huron?
Huron, huh? That what youve been calling me? Heh. Fuck it, drinks on me.
The men walked, cautiously, to a cheap nearby bar. The Mercurian skies shined above them, illuminating their walk on the empty street.
Hey Freud, you seem like you’d have an intelligence network dedicated solely to keeping track of the pranks and humorous mild disturbances going on near you. You hear anything about someone leaving a snake outside of a random person’s abode? Because this wiggly critter is taking me to the strangest places trying to take care of it
—@merc-verdant
I think you've got the wrong person, pal.
I barely know what's going on outside of LOCKSMITH's hangar, let alone on all of Rubicon. You'd have better luck asking O'Keefe, if he ever gets his shit together and makes an account.
But snakes... That's interesting. Far as I know, there's no snakes native to Rubicon. That'd mean it would have to be brought in from off world, which means either big money or big connections.
Apologies for the lessened communications today; rescuing my ghost friend required me to not be, y’know, fucking around on a terminal. But! Ghost friend is rescued, Mr. Snake is happy, and also if anyone has a genetics lab with giant bugs in it, they maaaaaaaaay have gotten out. Genuine mistake on my part, I thought the unlock button would just open the one container, not all of them
A friend of mine passed along some concept blueprints for what looks to be a transforming ‘core of some sort, and. I think I need whatever passes for a mild painkiller on this ashen rock to deal with the headache it gave me. I pity the poor soul who ends up being a mechanic for that machine, here’s hoping they weren’t already inclined to let Rubicon III’s ice take them
Update: yeah looking at that threw me all sorts of out of whack. Sleeping it off worked, but I gotta label that thing as a cognitohazard or something. Evil blueprints of pain and suffering
