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@vrokhakan
Just a quick announcement for those that follow me here. Apparently being away for too long and then coming back and liking posts... or something.... triggered Tumblr into thinking my main account is a bot and they shadowbanned me. I messaged support about it to hopefully get it sorted out but for now I'll be on here (and Discord of course). Hopefully I'll have it sorted soon!
After some deliberation (and after loving the design once I finished it), Vrok now has a back tattoo.
He got it from one of the tattooing masters who live on Sigma Rhada who had some experience with fur. It essentially works by permanently dying the fur’s color pigments. It’s a long and painful process- also meaning it is very expensive- and so doubles as a status symbol.
Fire is a constant theme for Vrok both literally and symbolically. It grows from the smallest spark but will continue to build into a raging inferno so long as it is fed. Fire can also represent new life though as it is often used to clear away aging and dead matter to make way for the new. In his tattoo it consumes a tree- both a symbol for his homeworld of Mido where he fought on both sides of an ongoing war and as a literal retelling of the events that lead to his banishment.
I wanted a design that was kind of bleak for Vrok and might look intimidating but while it may look that way on the surface I’m happy with how hopeful it also became.
Vrok was born on his species’ homeworld of Mido to a family of forest dwellers. He lost them at a young age when his village was raided by a militant group formed to run forest dwelling midoans out of soon to be industrialized land. He was taken in soon after as a child soldier for a forest midoan militia and fought city forces for years in an ongoing battle over the same small plot of valuable land. Eventually his militia was all but wiped out and he had no choice but to eke out a living in the planet’s cities where he joined a small time gang as an enforcer. This was where he spent most of his life on Mido.
He made his living running extortion rackets on small businesses and muscling other gangs out of contested territory- eventually carving a name for himself through his brutality and reputation as an ex-militiaman. Given time he built enough influence in his gang to be given the responsibility of running their burgeoning mercenary unit which quickly saw him running the same attacks on forest dwelling midoans that he had fought against.
Of all the families he has lost the one that hit the hardest was being exiled from his gang- and ultimately his planet- after leading a particularly controversial and bloody attack on a forest village. Even after forming his own crime syndicate on Sigma Rhada he still feels the exile weighing on his heart.
@vrokhakan
Elise was slowly getting used to Sigma Rhada.
But she was still low on cash…or “credits” as they called currency here. There wasn’t much work for mech pilots in these parts. She’d managed to get a few jobs bounty hunting, but that wasn’t as reliable as she would like.
Sitting in a restaurant, she looked over job offers and flyers, trying to find work. Taking a drag of her cigarette, she barely noticed anyone else approach her.
ill-tempered-pilot:
Elise waited for the go ahead, then followed to doorman’s instructions and made her way up. She strode through the Staff area, making her way to the door marked “Owner”.
She gave three sharp knocks. “Hello? It’s Elise Schneider. I’m here, as promised.”
Vrok looked up from his spot on an ornate couch- tablet in his hand as he swiped through various messages. He stood up and unlocked the door to allow her in. “Take a seat.” He closed the door behind her.
“This was mostly to make sure you’d actually show up for the contract- and to keep you on hand for the raid. You wouldn’t believe how many mercenaries on this planet just take the initial payment and run. Your mech’s all ready to go?”
@vrokhakan
Elise was slowly getting used to Sigma Rhada.
But she was still low on cash…or “credits” as they called currency here. There wasn’t much work for mech pilots in these parts. She’d managed to get a few jobs bounty hunting, but that wasn’t as reliable as she would like.
Sitting in a restaurant, she looked over job offers and flyers, trying to find work. Taking a drag of her cigarette, she barely noticed anyone else approach her.
ill-tempered-pilot:
Elise accepted the card, nodding. “The Hereafter, tonight. You got it.”
After getting her mech ready to go, Elise made her way to the club. She was punctual, at least.
Striding up to the doorman, she nodded. “Evening. The owner said he wanted to see me.”
The doorman held Elise at the entrance and spoke into a radio. After a brief back and forth he nodded and let her pass, “Up the left staircase and the first door on the right- it’s marked Staff only.”
On entering the club there were large round booths packed with various species of Sigma Rhada from all professions, bounty hunters, mercenaries, businessmen, and even just some normal people out for a good time. Some were notably more well off than others. An Izunoan woman in a red dress was singing up on stage.
Upon entering the staff area there were a series of hallways and doors all decorated like the rest of the club. At the far end of the hallway was a door clearly marked “Owner.”
@vrokhakan
Elise was slowly getting used to Sigma Rhada.
But she was still low on cash…or “credits” as they called currency here. There wasn’t much work for mech pilots in these parts. She’d managed to get a few jobs bounty hunting, but that wasn’t as reliable as she would like.
Sitting in a restaurant, she looked over job offers and flyers, trying to find work. Taking a drag of her cigarette, she barely noticed anyone else approach her.
ill-tempered-pilot:
“Don’t damage the structures and only kill those who are actively resisting. Understood.”
Elise cracked her knuckles, smirking. “You’ve got a deal.” She held out her hand for him to shake on it; granted, she didn’t even know if they did handshakes out here.
“When do you want me to deploy? I assume it’s soon?” Hell, she’d be down for ‘right now’ if he said so. She was already itching to get back into the cockpit.
Vrok glanced down at her hand and then back up to her before taking her hand in a shake. Apparently they did do handshakes. Did it mean the same thing in terms of a deal? Who knew.
He pulled out a small card and a reader, poking a few quick numbers into the reader before swiping the card through it and handing it to her. “Tomorrow. Meet me at the Hereafter club tonight so I know you won’t be late.” The midoan nodded towards the card, “There’s your down payment. Get your mech prepared and whatever you need to do. Then tonight when you get to the club tell the doorman the owner wants to see you.”
@vrokhakan
Elise was slowly getting used to Sigma Rhada.
But she was still low on cash…or “credits” as they called currency here. There wasn’t much work for mech pilots in these parts. She’d managed to get a few jobs bounty hunting, but that wasn’t as reliable as she would like.
Sitting in a restaurant, she looked over job offers and flyers, trying to find work. Taking a drag of her cigarette, she barely noticed anyone else approach her.
ill-tempered-pilot:
Steady employment? That sounded promising.
Elise hummed in thought. “Just a couple. One: how dead do you want this rival family? And Two: How much property damage is acceptable? Because I can reign it in if you need me to, but it’ll make the killing a little harder.”
It was always good to ask. Some clients wanted scorched earth, leveling buildings and killing anyone who was dumb enough to resist, whereas others only cared about a specific target, and preferred to keep the buildings intact. The Locust may have been small, but it was more than capable of leveling structures if needed. If he didn’t want the buildings destroyed, she would have to be more careful.
“Scorched earth or slow and steady, I guess I’m asking,” she stretched, patting her Locust. “Either way, I think you’ll be pleased with the job that we can do.”
“Given we’re taking the territory from them we’re after as little property damage as possible. Kill whoever’s resisting but we’re only there to occupy the territory- no need to chase anybody down beyond those couple of blocks. You’ll be helping to occupy the territory for as long as we’re at war with them. Ideally it won’t take long after losing it for them to cede it to us and end the war. If not then you’ll be sent out to help us take more.”
He stopped briefly to take another long puff from his cigar. “So try to keep the collateral damage to a minimum. Nobody’s happy to pay dues when their business has just been shot up- and we can’t get as much from them when they’re having to make repairs.”
“Besides which- the Circle doesn’t care much about small territory wars so long as it doesn’t hurt their bottom line. We fuck up the neighborhood too much though and they’re not going to be very happy. Which means you won’t be either.”
@vrokhakan
Elise was slowly getting used to Sigma Rhada.
But she was still low on cash…or “credits” as they called currency here. There wasn’t much work for mech pilots in these parts. She’d managed to get a few jobs bounty hunting, but that wasn’t as reliable as she would like.
Sitting in a restaurant, she looked over job offers and flyers, trying to find work. Taking a drag of her cigarette, she barely noticed anyone else approach her.
ill-tempered-pilot:
Elise smirked, rising from her seat. “You got it.”
A while later, they were at the ship’s hangar, where her mech, a Locust, was housed.
“The LCT-1V, or Locust as we call it.“
Elise continued. “It’s a light mech, designed primarily for recon and hit-and-run style tactics when in a fight. It’s got a high movement speed, but low defensive capabilities. For offense, it’s equipped with a medium laser in the chest, and two machine guns up there on the sides.”
“This one has been my partner for as long as I’ve been a mercenary,” she mused, “not as fancy as some of the mechs I’ve seen…Ieuzuno, I think it’s called? They’ve got some pretty fancy mechs. But they look difficult to maintain. Not like my darling Locust here.”
The light mech wasn’t as fancy, it was true, but it did look like it could easily outgun the more agile Ieuzunoan mecha.
Vrok looked up and around at the walker mech. Maybe it wasn’t the hulking monster some other mechs out there were but for what he had planned it would be plenty. Besides which that would mean he could hopefully handle it if this mercenary decided to sign up with somebody else or got a delusion that she could extort more money out of him using the mech.
He looked it over and ran his fingers along the painted metal and checked the thickness of the armor. “Interesting. Well light armor or not I doubt you’ll have to worry about any anti-armor. We’re planning to push a family we’re at war with out of a nearby neighborhood. From what we’ve seen it’s a lot of small arms that’ll be spread across a maximum of three story buildings.”
The midoan pat dust away from his hands and turned back to Elise. “You’ll be leading the charge with your armor and my men will occupy behind it. There may be some light vehicle transports or a heavy machinegun scattered around but I’m sure you can handle that.”
Pulling out a cigar and lighting it Vrok puffed some smoke to the side. “I can offer a quarter of the payment up front to cover munitions and maintenance costs. I’ll offer three thousand credits total and a five hundred credit retainer to keep you on reserve afterward- that means no working in that thing for a bit afterwards without clearing it with me first.”
Vrok took another drag from the cigar, “Any questions?”
@vrokhakan
Elise was slowly getting used to Sigma Rhada.
But she was still low on cash…or “credits” as they called currency here. There wasn’t much work for mech pilots in these parts. She’d managed to get a few jobs bounty hunting, but that wasn’t as reliable as she would like.
Sitting in a restaurant, she looked over job offers and flyers, trying to find work. Taking a drag of her cigarette, she barely noticed anyone else approach her.
ill-tempered-pilot:
Well now…the ability to fight in her mech? That interested her.
“Hakan Syndicate…I may be new around here, but even I’ve heard the name.”
She paused for a moment. There were things she wouldn’t do, of course, but she couldn’t afford to be picky.
“The mech is in good shape; limited use and creative use of available resources has allowed me to maintain it. I’m a mechanic as well; not wholly familiar with the technology around here, but I’m a fast learner. But I’d be glad to show it to you, if you’d like.”
Elise didn’t want to admit it, but she was a bit desperate for money. And while it was like blood in the water for most people, she had a good feeling that she could trust Vrok not to screw her over, at least.
Well that was good to hear. His family’s reputation was growing at least. Affiliation with the Circle tended to do that but there were larger families than his that were both affiliated and relatively unknown. Rising from seemingly nowhere at least seemed to count for something.
“Good. Take me to it and we’ll see if it’s worth the money.”
He pushed back from the table and stood to leave. He glanced back at her to make sure she was following. If she’d ordered anything then it would have to wait. If her machine was what he thought it was then she wouldn’t need to worry about skipping a meal.
@vrokhakan
Elise was slowly getting used to Sigma Rhada.
But she was still low on cash…or “credits” as they called currency here. There wasn’t much work for mech pilots in these parts. She’d managed to get a few jobs bounty hunting, but that wasn’t as reliable as she would like.
Sitting in a restaurant, she looked over job offers and flyers, trying to find work. Taking a drag of her cigarette, she barely noticed anyone else approach her.
ill-tempered-pilot:
Elise was barely paying attention, when she felt the cigarette get pulled from her lips, and extinguished before she could say anything. Rude.
Lifting a brow at the newcomer, she hummed. “That is not exactly public information. You’ve got some good informants.” Her thick German accent was tinged with suspicion, but also intrigue; she needed the money, honestly.
“It’s true. I am looking for work. Depending on what it is.” She met Vrok’s gaze. “You have me at a disadvantage, I must say. You know me, but I do not know you.” She paused. “Regardless, it would be rude to not introduce myself to a potential employer. Name’s Elise Schneider. Currently out-of-work mercenary.”
As fun as it might be to brag about his informants he preferred to keep that card a bit closer to his chest. And so he let the compliment go unacknowledged. “Vrok Hakan- Hakan Syndicate.”
He tossed a small crest about the palm of his hand onto the table in front of Elise.
“I have an opening for a freelancer with the kind of firepower you’re supposed to have. Assuming fist fighting hasn’t dulled your skill in the cockpit.”
He leaned back in his chair and glanced around the restaurant at anybody who might be watching them. “Would be a bit of money in it for you to break that thing out- once I get a look at it that is. I’d like to get a first hand look at what I’m hiring on. That’s if you’re interested in the money anyway.”
@vrokhakan
Elise was slowly getting used to Sigma Rhada.
But she was still low on cash…or “credits” as they called currency here. There wasn’t much work for mech pilots in these parts. She’d managed to get a few jobs bounty hunting, but that wasn’t as reliable as she would like.
Sitting in a restaurant, she looked over job offers and flyers, trying to find work. Taking a drag of her cigarette, she barely noticed anyone else approach her.
ill-tempered-pilot:
@vrokhakan
Elise was slowly getting used to Sigma Rhada.
But she was still low on cash…or “credits” as they called currency here. There wasn’t much work for mech pilots in these parts. She’d managed to get a few jobs bounty hunting, but that wasn’t as reliable as she would like.
Sitting in a restaurant, she looked over job offers and flyers, trying to find work. Taking a drag of her cigarette, she barely noticed anyone else approach her.
While Vrok may not have been the biggest deal across the entire planet there were quite a few neighborhoods where he- or more specifically the symbol on his armor- demanded a bit of respect. The kind that allowed him to simply enter a restaurant unannounced and stroll right on by without so much as a word. Some of the more aloof patrons may have even grown silent at the thought of what might come. The purpose he approached the human’s table was one of business- usually either a conversation or a gunshot.
Much to the onlooker’s relief Vrok pulled a chair out from across Elise and dropped down into the seat. First order of business: He pulled the cigarette from her lips and pressed it tip down to extinguish it onto an empty plate. Then he sat back, the stink of cigarette smoke clearing the air. By contrast he himself had the sweeter scent of cigars on him- apparently enough of a snob to tolerate one but not the other.
“You’re the one with the mech? The mercenary?” He nodded his head towards the flyers in front of her. “I heard you’re looking for work.”
Sorry for the absence everyone! I’m usually decently busy with work but have recently been exercising quite a bit as well which leaves me pretty much dead in my free time. I’m trying to figure out how to manage my time a bit better.
Also sorry about not following people back! If I haven’t then it doesn’t mean I don’t want to talk to you. I’m just trying really hard to keep my dashboard from getting too flooded to keep up with!
Feel free to message me here or on Discord if you want to talk though! fbinsley#7402
Just a quick reminder that although I’m not posting much here right now I am still very much active with both characters on my discord! I hope to be more active here as I reintroduce myself to writing on Tumblr but for the time being feel free to add me on Discord: fbinsley#7402
I’m always happy to talk! Whether we’re mutuals or not or if we’ve spoken regularly or not!
"Now the guy's got Paulie as a partner. Any problems, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with a bill? He can go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy? He can call Paulie. But now the guy's got to come up with Paulie's money every week no matter what. Business bad? Fuck you pay me. Oh you had a fire? Fuck you. Pay me. Place got hit by lightning huh? Fuck you. Pay me."
Henry Hill, Goodfellas
What’s the most amount of people Vrok’s been with at the same time?
"Two. Good luck getting more than that together at once. Scheduling would be a nightmare and usually people start complaining about a lack of intimacy beyond that. I don't know what they're on about. If I wanted intimacy then I wouldn't want more than one to begin with."
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