Just like every other day, it was a cold and snowy one in New Anchorage. During the migration, people were wondering how their lives would be like in this new settlement, built by their 'benefactors' at Volkov Security... which, most of the people, hated. It was a tense four months, but with the advanced, nearly-pre-war tech of Volkov, the new, independent township was nearly a fortress.
With blocky, modular, and gray structures all around the town, it was a bit hard on the eyes on an aesthetic level, but it worked. It was efficient, and easy as pie to repair. With the towns' new 'arch-enemy', the safety and durability of the housings for everyone was much more important then anything else.
The town, or, now a small city, was a planned, efficient, and logical series of roads, blocks, and buildings. The entirety of New Anchorage was protected by a single layer of sturdy and thick walls, made of concrete and reinforced by steel at key points. The tops of the blocks of rock and metal were lined with various defensive implements. Spotlights, sensor arrays, and a large amount of kinetic weapons, ranging from rapid-fire autocannons to a total of four turreted artillery guns.
New Anchorage was a bastion for its' people, and it would stand against everything, for them, for many years to come. Another layer of its' defence were all in a single, moving point. A small military truck, the sides of the back painted with 'NC Support'. Its' cargo was vital to the continued wellbeing of the settlement, and it was headed outside the young city.
Its' second driver looked into the back of the vehicle, seeing four total people. New Anchorage's NC pilots. Joe Verona, Percy Moore, Elizabeth Jackspar, and a new additions. A 'Jan Van Gent'. The three ones from the previous iteration were on the left-hand side of the transports' back, the two new pilots were on the right-hand side.
Alexandria, the second driver, said hi. "The Gang's all here, it looks like."
The one actually at the wheel, most know of him as 'Slinky', interjected before Alex could continue. "Yep. It's odd how we have two guys with 'J' as their first initial. The two 'J' team, that's hysterical."
"So, what's your story, 'Jan'? It's just tradition for us to get to know each other. We're gonna be pulling you into and out of hotspots, so y'know."
"My story?" Jan said. "Well, I've been a drifter mostly really, going where the fighting is. Never wanted to tie myself to any of the big players. I have kind of a love-hate relationship with the corporations." He looked over everyone else in the truck. "I got roped into a contract by Volkov. Normally I'd refuse on principle, but with what they're paying... Let's just say it was an amount no sane man would say no to."
The woman replied to that, "So how much? And what the hell did the contract say? Oh noes, you're not sneakretly a spooky spy meant to doublecross us or anything, are you? that'd be way too spooky."
'Slinky' had to snort. "Pfft, Volkov... how can you stand them... Well, I suppose when they give you a ton of money, or maybe a small city for you and your people to live in, I guess they're not so bad. Hah."
"Trust me ma'am. I have a list of all the previous people I've worked for or with... and I can assure you they'll have mostly positive things to say." It was his standard response to people apprehensive of him due to his unreliable-seeming nature. He had learned early in his career that having references was a good counterargument to that.
"Well, I guess I'll be happy to work with you on that note. Us two transporters used to be with Denver-Vegas. We used to pilot one of their superheavy transport choppers for NC's? Some idiot made us go on a suicide mission, and when we survived that shit we decided to go on our lonesome ourselves. Heh... the funny thing is, we're gonna get another heli just like the one we had when we get to the NC hangar. The higher-ups managed to convince Volkov to 'gift' one of their famous ones."
Alexandria seemed to zone out for a second before speaking again. "..Bill, are you okay? You never talk this often. Is something up your ass?" "Impatience." "Ah, getting excited?. Slinky nodded. He then did a head tilt towards Jan, and Alexandria seemed to get a message through it, somehow. "Holy fuck, he never got an answer! Jan, you need to tell us..."
Slinky, AKA Bill, finished for her. "When you're on a mission, how do you shit? Is there like a tube that goes up your ass in the chair if you need to take a dump?""
Jan took a moment to process Alexandria's question. He then burst into laugther. "Right... I think I'm going to enjoy working with you people." He then produced a manual. "page thirty-five, second paragraph... never bothered to read it myself because it seemed like pointless knowledge."
With blocky, modular, and gray structures all around the town, it was a bit hard on the eyes on an aesthetic level, but it worked. It was efficient, and easy as pie to repair. With the towns' new 'arch-enemy', the safety and durability of the housings for everyone was much more important then anything else.
The town, or, now a small city, was a planned, efficient, and logical series of roads, blocks, and buildings. The entirety of New Anchorage was protected by a single layer of sturdy and thick walls, made of concrete and reinforced by steel at key points. The tops of the blocks of rock and metal were lined with various defensive implements. Spotlights, sensor arrays, and a large amount of kinetic weapons, ranging from rapid-fire autocannons to a total of four turreted artillery guns.
New Anchorage was a bastion for its' people, and it would stand against everything, for them, for many years to come. Another layer of its' defence were all in a single, moving point. A small military truck, the sides of the back painted with 'NC Support'. Its' cargo was vital to the continued wellbeing of the settlement, and it was headed outside the young city.
Its' second driver looked into the back of the vehicle, seeing four total people. New Anchorage's NC pilots. Joe Verona, Percy Moore, Elizabeth Jackspar, and a new additions. A 'Jan Van Gent'. The three ones from the previous iteration were on the left-hand side of the transports' back, the two new pilots were on the right-hand side.
Alexandria, the second driver, said hi. "The Gang's all here, it looks like."
The one actually at the wheel, most know of him as 'Slinky', interjected before Alex could continue. "Yep. It's odd how we have two guys with 'J' as their first initial. The two 'J' team, that's hysterical."
"So, what's your story, 'Jan'? It's just tradition for us to get to know each other. We're gonna be pulling you into and out of hotspots, so y'know."
"My story?" Jan said. "Well, I've been a drifter mostly really, going where the fighting is. Never wanted to tie myself to any of the big players. I have kind of a love-hate relationship with the corporations." He looked over everyone else in the truck. "I got roped into a contract by Volkov. Normally I'd refuse on principle, but with what they're paying... Let's just say it was an amount no sane man would say no to."
The woman replied to that, "So how much? And what the hell did the contract say? Oh noes, you're not sneakretly a spooky spy meant to doublecross us or anything, are you? that'd be way too spooky."
'Slinky' had to snort. "Pfft, Volkov... how can you stand them... Well, I suppose when they give you a ton of money, or maybe a small city for you and your people to live in, I guess they're not so bad. Hah."
"Trust me ma'am. I have a list of all the previous people I've worked for or with... and I can assure you they'll have mostly positive things to say." It was his standard response to people apprehensive of him due to his unreliable-seeming nature. He had learned early in his career that having references was a good counterargument to that.
"Well, I guess I'll be happy to work with you on that note. Us two transporters used to be with Denver-Vegas. We used to pilot one of their superheavy transport choppers for NC's? Some idiot made us go on a suicide mission, and when we survived that shit we decided to go on our lonesome ourselves. Heh... the funny thing is, we're gonna get another heli just like the one we had when we get to the NC hangar. The higher-ups managed to convince Volkov to 'gift' one of their famous ones."
Alexandria seemed to zone out for a second before speaking again. "..Bill, are you okay? You never talk this often. Is something up your ass?" "Impatience." "Ah, getting excited?. Slinky nodded. He then did a head tilt towards Jan, and Alexandria seemed to get a message through it, somehow. "Holy fuck, he never got an answer! Jan, you need to tell us..."
Slinky, AKA Bill, finished for her. "When you're on a mission, how do you shit? Is there like a tube that goes up your ass in the chair if you need to take a dump?""
Jan took a moment to process Alexandria's question. He then burst into laugther. "Right... I think I'm going to enjoy working with you people." He then produced a manual. "page thirty-five, second paragraph... never bothered to read it myself because it seemed like pointless knowledge."
