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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/25/2017 2:54:41 AM
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"Verification?" The woman inquired, looking down at the ground and patting her sides.
"Such as?"
English
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"Who you are, Aliases, companies you've worked for, anything. The last one is a big one for us, we can't work with someone who uses a competitor consistently. Not like you have most likely, I still have to check"
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"Serendipity. Nytehauk Corporation." The woman said, standing tall and clasping her hands behind her back. The background check, brought up very, very little. Even in terms of the Ashen Builders, dealers in information. There was no evidence to her existence, besides her name. However, her name pointed to a ship [i]The Invictus[/i], which resulted in a few dozen news reports of the ship being spotted. Mostly doing good. The ship, was indicated as a freelance vessel, and was tied to the Frontier Militia and the Alliance that were on Takatai. As well as at least a dozen other, smaller factions. However, the name Nytehauk popped up over two dozen times, with various entailed jobs being completed. As for the company. There was, once again, very little in terms of information. A very basic examine of their specialities, and a description of the company itself. Made and run by a mercenary queen, it worked the way a normal corporation would but it had very, very limited guidelines on what to do. They were, very clearly, Rogues. Or vigilantes. Trying to do good in a galaxy where good was limited.
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"Hmm. Very little here, but I can confirm that you have not worked with a rival before. Stay that way and you should be good to go working with us. I'll remove the sillouette now" As the shadow was removed, you saw a huge bulking android, looking strikingly close to human, with the exception of the huge robotic arms on it. "So, what can the Ashen Builders do for you today? Do you need to acquire a new piece of gear, maybe custom made? Or some Mercenary work? Information, maybe? Please, just ask, I'm sure we can set a price"
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"I'd like to take a look at some of your weaponry, if possible." Serendipity said, nodding her head in thanks.
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"Of course Ma'am. What are you interested in? We have many different weapons, both of our own design, and stolen from other corporations. We can also build you one custom. To start, however, what type are you looking for? A high powered AR? Or a powerful long range killer?"
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"Depends. Are the jobs you have assassination priority?" She inquired, before looking down at the ground. "Sorry. Is it alright if I find out more about your jobs first?"
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"Jobs...are you saying you are interested in becoming a Merc for the Ashen Builders? Or are you looking more into freelance work?" The Android started typing something while looking at you, intrigued
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"Freelance. I don't like to settle with corporations." The turian stated, looking back at the Android.
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"I see.....transferring the line" The call on the monitor cuts, then rock versions of elevator music plays as you wait a sec for the line to switch. It says at the top "Transferring line to Mercenary Contractor"
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Serendipity, having always enjoyed rock music, began humming- or, at least, doing the equivalent of humming- the tune to a few rock songs. Namely "Under Pressure," by [i]Queen[/i]
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Eventually, the music goes off, and a shadowy female figure appeared, wearing a hood "Good evening Ma'am. I heard you want to become a freelance for the Builders. This can be....difficult without some sort of past company giving you a recommendation. You could always complete a harder mission, but then, you wouldn't be paid"
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"I have a recommendation." Serendipity stated, looking at the shadowed figure. "Check my work with Ravenware Industries. On one of their factory worlds, they were being terrorized by an outside Bandit force. Myself and my crew put a stop to it and they left a stellar review of our work."
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"Hmmm...any of you working alone however? We don't normally contract multiple Mercs on one mission" The woman tapped a couple things into her computer, waiting on a response
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"Yeah, should be one... Uh... I think it was Clover Media? They had me protect one of their journalists in the middle of some battle. I was alone for that one." She answered, before shrugging her shoulders. "Not sure though. Might have been a different Corp."
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"Ah, Clover. Fun group...anything higher priority, however? The missions we have you take require serious experience Ma'am. Not trying to be a hardass, company policy"
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"Most of the high priority missions I've done, I've done with my crew. Sorry." She said, sighing slightly.
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"Sigh......im looking at the file, you've done some good work, even if it is with a crew.....do you want me to transfer you to division lead?"
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"Would that do anything to help me?" Serendipity inquired, looking up at the figure with hope.
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"Division Lead....do you not understand the meaning of that? It means you are talking with someone high high high up. Feel lucky, I'll probably get fired"
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"I'll do what I can to make sure you don't." Serendipity quickly stated, standing tall once more.
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"Uh huh." A quick transfer, and you only see a gray screen with a line. The line moves slightly when you hear a cough, a heavily modified sounding cough
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"Hello." Serendipity said simply, bowing her head down in respect of whoever was on the other end.
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"Huh....hmm....i see.....so let me guess, employee 4294 transferred you over? Stupid girl...told her never to do this again" You could hear him pressa button on his computer "Duchess, escort 4294 to the firing squad." He then spoke to you in his heavily distorted voice "What do you want?"
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"To save employee 4294 first and foremost." Serendipity stated, raising her head up slightly, at eye level with the line.
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"Woman, you are at least the 20th person who has tried that, and are 4294's 51st offense. I can't keep giving my daughter slack. Anyway, besides that, what do you want?"
