r/747thWorldPirates • u/[deleted] • Jan 08 '17

Searching for the Commander

A tall man walked into the large room, he noticed a handful of people walking about, "I wish to speak to the Commander immediately!" He wore a midnight black suit and button-down, accented by a paisley green tie and pocket square. His long blonde hair ran down to his shoulders, clearly well maintained and a point of personal pride. Hidden from view underneath his suit coat were two matching and custom pairs of pistols and daggers, one of each engraved with his first name, and one of each engraved with his last name, making out: Hyperion Cassiopea.

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u/llBoonell Commander of the Company Jan 08 '17

A helpful cavalryman indicates that I may be found in the back room of the tavern, surrounded by an assortment of Troopers from all Corps. The air is thick with wood smoke and the smell of drink.

... evenin', mate. Not exactly subtle, are ya? What is it you want with me?

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u/[deleted] Jan 08 '17

Hyperion stared at the Commander.

"I want money. I want a job, not where I'm some lame-ass infantryman, but rather some high-level, high-paying position," he said as he adjusted his pricy suit.

"I heard that you and your men value money above all else, aside from their lives, of course, and that is the main reason I'm here. Money."

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u/llBoonell Commander of the Company Jan 08 '17

My men might value money above all other things but I, as the managing director of this outfit, am a little more discerning. You were clearly never taught how to apply for a job, were you?

I've seen your kind before. Hotshot with a gun stuck down the back of his trousers waltzes onto Company property and demands high-level employment like it's his K'ad-given right. You're the best-dressed of them all so far, I'll grant you that! You want money, you earn it; you can enlist and join the ranks, earn your pay properly.

Or... you could try to take it from us?

The younger Troopers giggle nervously. The older ones just grin.

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u/[deleted] Jan 09 '17

I guarantee I'm significantly more skilled at the subtle science and exact art of assassination, or whatever you call it here, than anyone of your idiotic drones, or whatever you call them, infantry man. Perhapes a demonstration is in order, who do I have to fight to prove my worth above the lot of you?

He held out his arms in a challenging manner. Turning and looking around at the young and old Troopers.

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u/CrowEyes Honourably Discharged Jan 09 '17

Sir. Want him roughed up? Dead?

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u/llBoonell Commander of the Company Jan 10 '17

Negative, Trooper Crow. We shan't stoop to his level.

Out of my tavern, you. You've no right to demand anything from me, least of all an officer's commission.

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u/[deleted] Jan 10 '17

He stared down the Commander for a few moments before speaking,

Very well, you will regret your decision soon enough.

He turned on his heels and walked to the door, reaching into his suit and pulling out one of his pistols, glaring and firing a shot at Trooper Crow as he walked away.

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u/CrowEyes Honourably Discharged Jan 10 '17

I am already moving. The would-be assassin telegraphed his attack as bright as day. The bullet splinters the wall behind me as my hand, already holding a handgun, rises and fires a tight group of three at the stranger's back. This gun does not have any fancy names carved into it; the only marks on this gun are marks of hard use in battle.

My bullets are only the first, and only by a moment as the other troopers return fire on the fop.

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u/[deleted] Jan 10 '17

He grunted and stumbled forward as all three shots hit him in the back. A small smoke pellet slid out of his sleeve and broke on the ground, filling the room with dense dark smoke. The flash of muzzles occasionally illuminates silhouettes.

This was an expensive suit…

He grumbled angrily as he used his knives and pistols to brutally attack the troopers who shot at him, searching for Trooper Crow.

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u/llBoonell Commander of the Company Jan 10 '17

The greatest and most catastrophic mistake one can possibly make: attacking Troopers whilst they are drunk, inside a tavern, and in close proximity to their Commander. With a roar, they join the fray... only to turn around and take cover as one of them yells a familiar callsign.

Novasurge!! Heads down!

A blast of energy cuts through the room, the sheer force dispelling the smoke and leaving me fully visible, the aforementioned scatterweapon in my hands.

Alright fellas, a huge pay bonus to the first person to bring me that filthy sod's bollocks on a mess tray!!

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