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Posted! Hugon has arrived and we're ready to leave this cursed place immediately rock and roll!
Hugon


Hugon watched the carriage make its slow way through the crowds and the bleak city. The paladin was out of his plate armor, dressed in light furs to combat a chill he could not seem to shake, and armed with a dagger at his side. There was a symbol of the maker hung around his neck that he idly played with, partly out of habit and partly out of reassurance. He had arrived a few days earlier, exploring the town a little before making his way to the manor. It was a dark place. Hope was nowhere to be seen, faith in the Lochbornes was gone, and faith in the Maker was all but faded completely. The people were beaten down by the evil that had crept into the land, the air, the water, the very soul of Malacast itself. They felt, no , they knew that there was nothing to be done about the curse and that anyone summoned by Lord Lochborne would just be driven mad or cut down like all the others before had been.

Hugon had done what he could to ease the suffering, but there was only so much one man could do against such darkness, especially a man such as Hugon. His talents had never laid in healing or aiding those harmed by magic, but in cutting down the creatures and villains who had harmed them. The paladin's thoughts turned to the Hanged Man, and he felt a damnable, irrepressible, shiver go down his spine. He had only seen the cursed cadaver from a great distance, swaying gently from his tree on the hill, but he had been certain that the monster was looking right at him, cutting through his armor and demeanor to leer directly at Hugon's soul.

The paladin had made sure to avoid looking at the cursed creature ever since.

He looked on impassively as the crowd was ruthlessly dispersed by the guards. Fear lead to madness, and madness had to be repressed at any cost, or all would be lost. Hugon turned from the window and made his way back farther into the house to prepare for the meeting with Lord Lochborne and the rest. Hugon had not been told anything by Lochborne since he had arrived at the cursed city, simply told that he would be told more when the rest of the Lochborne family's friends arrived. That time had arrived, and despite a feeling of relief at finally being able to begin taking action against the curse that hung so heavily over Malacast, Hugon felt a growing sense of dread at what was to come.

The dining room only made the feeling worse. The symbols of the Maker, usually symbols that brought comfort, seemed to bring the hint of hysteria and despair by the sheer amount present in the room. To say nothing of how the books seemed to watch his every move with a disturbingly predatory gaze. Hugon entered the dining room right as the last of their number finished introducing himself, a young man covered in grime and dirt from the road with a heavy gaze and a scarred visage. The man seemed ready to leap out of his chair at any moment. At least he kept his gear well maintained and clean. That, Hugon supposed, was a small blessing. The other warrior of the group was a dwarf, one of the few Hugon had seen in his travels. A friendly face covered in wrinkles and a large white beard, with a stout frame and scarred face. Hugon hoped that the dwarf's age meant he was someone to be relied on when they undertook this cursed quest, for the Paladin didn't see things in the others that he trusted.

The other two were less reassuring. One was a human woman, with strange facial tattoos and jewelry on her clothing. Her clothes were at least practical, but something about her made Hugon's skin crawl. She looked like someone who had delved where she shouldn't, and that was someone to be wary of. The other was an elf, whose face and skin was as gnarled as the dwarf's was. Dressed in tattered clothes with a seemingly endless number of pouches and pockets, she seemed kind. What was more concerning was the bandages that could be seen, peaking out of her torn gloves.

Strange company the Lochborne family keeps.

"I am Hugon. I arrived here a few days ago at the same request of Lord Lochborne's as you all. He has told me nothing more than what he has told you all, I'm afraid, so we will simply have to wait for him to return."
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Hugon meeting the rest of the group be like


OKAY. That took entirely too long and it isn't my best work, but I've got the CS up and ready for review @Lauder
How are your characters coming along? Haven’t seen you two post much, just want to be sure y’all are still cracking at it!


Puttin along! The Fourth and some RL things derailed by plans of posting it, but I should be able to post the CS tonight or tomorrow.
I'm interested, as you know, but your discord link has expired
Interested!
Kopris opened his mouth to retort when the notification went across his omni-tool that he had been muted. He shook his head in minor disbelief. The Quarian's pettiness was blindingly stupid. "Sure, mute the only person here who is even remotely qualified to keep you alive when you get shot in this shithole. Makes perfect sense." The next few minutes were relatively quiet, without much of interest. The maintenance crew had scribbled graffiti and conversations along the wall, but none of it was anything helpful, like how many turns they had until they got out of the sewers. Kopris took the time to activate his visor, the Sirta Foundation scanner taking diagnostics of everyone as he turned to look at them and linking with their suits. Everyone's readouts were normal, and put to the side of his visor to be quietly tracked. If something major happened to any of them, physically, he'd know it almost immediately.

Kopris readied his Punisher as lights appeared and the order to slow down came from Koyla. It would appear that they weren't the only ones in the sewers. Not surprising, given their mark and the body they had found, but he had hoped at least that whoever had done it would be up causing chaos in the compound for them, rather than waiting for them in the sewers.

Kopris let out a quiet curse as the information that they weren't only facing a rival mercenary gang, they were facing a group of Eclipse soldiers. Cause of course one of the biggest three mercenary groups would be going after Sarsi as well, and of course they'd be in the way of the team. He was getting ready to head back out of the sewers, after all the bounty on Sarsi's head wasn't worth fighting through Eclipse with a bunch of people he'd only just met, when he read the rest of the message. A deep, frustrated, sigh escaped Korpis. They definitely had time to retreat. They could call in the Achilles and get the fuck off of the planet before the Eclipse even knew they were there. But no, the idiot boy of a captain had to cling to the Alliance's suicide idolization, and charge into a group of better trained, better equipped, more experienced, and better at working together mercs with this shoddy crew.

Blue biotic energy began to glow from Kopris' entire body as he readied himself to go support Koyla and his stupid charge. Various squad member's pulses began to increase, either from excitement or fear, as adrenaline began to hit them. Kopris had been in too many situations like this too get more than annoyed at Koyla's actions, as a blue biotic barrier began protjecting itself form his left forearm. He waited a heartbeat, letting Hann do the hacking she had so desperately wanted, and then raced forward with a burst of biotically enhanced speed. He couldn't travel as near instantaneously as Koyla could with his charge, but he closed the distance rapidly. His biotic shield raised, catching those shots that were properly aimed at him, and he hit decent cover behind a stack of supply crates in short order.

His shield turned into a lash of biotic energy and he threw it at the Eclipse member aiming at the recently turned sentry turret. The mercenary yelled in alarm as the lash wrapped itself around his leg and he was yanked towards Kopris. He slid across the ground, gun slipping from his hands, and was met with a blast of ballistic blades from Kopris' right omni-tool. His yelling was silenced as the fired omni-blades found purchase in his skull, and Kopris let the body slide past him as he began returning fire on the other Eclipse members, ducking down with a curse as a hail of bullets smacked against his shields.
"'Pay' is a strong word, I feel." Andrea muttered, their first mate having done little to reassure her that everything was going to be okay. Nevertheless, she dropped the discussion. If the captain wanted to be a damn fool and take a someone whose sole existence was to crack down on criminals and rebels onto the flagship of the rebellion, that was her business. Andrea just hoped that the captain's business didn't get everyone else killed, jailed, or worse. She glared right back at Socket as the narcissistic, nasty, troll began his almost unintelligible rant. It was bad enough he was stupidly arrogant enough to go fucking around in the ship's engine without any consideration on how the Lux would fly, but he could barely get two sentences out without sounding like a drunken Glao being dragged face first through a pile of mud. Her eyes narrowed and her fists clenched in fury as he threw the words 'taxi driver' in her face. Who did this ugly little illiterate goblin thing he was?

He only said one thing that made sense, and that was that the Judge was going to leave them alone until he decided that he wasn't. Ansgar might've been an arrogant bastard but he at least knew when not to do something as stupid as trust a Judge when they were the flagship of the human rebellion. As soon as she saw her chance to retort, Andrea leapt at it.

"Yes you should give up on the 'slightest repairs'," She made mocking air quotes at him, "when every other slightest repairs screws up the flight system so much that she goes from flying to tumbling through the sky and from turning like a spaceship to turning like a damn semi-truck being driven by a drunken cow, you stupid bastard! You should beg because your grasp of what happens to the Lux's flying when you make changes is so nonexistent a toddler's imaginary friend knows more! Go crawl back under your little troll bridge and try not to screw us up while we're flying." Andrea, her cape flaring behind her, and headed towards the cockpit with a huff, shooting one last insult back over her shoulder at Ansgar. "Jumped up, useless, plumber school reject!"

She only spared the Judge a quick dirty glance, before heading onward. The lawman wasn't her problem to deal with. If everything went right, she wouldn't ever have to acknowledge his existence.

Andrea's irritation faded as she saw Teg's childlike glee at the prospect of watching yet another take off. The mercenary's joy at flying rivaled Andrea's own, and Teg didn't even know how to fly a space ship. The majesty of the stars was something that they could both agree on.

Andrea sat down and touched her prized figurines one by one, and gave her lucky coin a rub. It was a ritual, when she had time, before flying. It brought good luck, and helped her focus. She saw Cookie running by and narrowed her eyes at the cat. "If you try to mess with my figurines again, I'm going flay you alive you mangy furball." She was certain that the little scoundrel had been trying to steal figurines from her room, as much as Maria claimed she was just being paranoid. Andrea waited until everyone was seated and buckled in (everyone in the bridge. She could care less about Ansgar and the Judge's comfort.) and began to take off. The Lux came to life beneath Andrea's fingers and she smiled, confirming that she was cleared to leave with Hub docking officials.

Sometimes the idiots tried to get more money from the crews that docked there, using their docking rights to try and bully smuggling crews. This time they seemed content to leave them alone, and Andrea began to take the Lux away from the Hub. The dull thrum of the engines became a small roar as they burst into life, the ship shaking slightly as it left the artificial gravity of the Hub. Stars began to whip by as they picked up more and more speed, the ship smoothing out and the roar becoming a consistent thrum once again. Andrea loved that feeling. The feeling of a ship coming to life beneath her hands and the knowledge that freedom was in her hands.

"We're on our way, Captain. No problems to report."

As the ship touched down Kopris was checking over his weapons and gear a final time, making sure to remove his chemical and incendiary rounds. He had declined Ardan's offer to store his weapon in the armory. It wasn't that he didn't trust the Turian, Ardan was an asshole but at least a professional asshole. The Turian wouldn't let pettiness get in the way of doing his job, unlike some of the other crew members. Old habits died hard, however, and the SIU had stressed the importance of self-sufficiency especially on operations that would see him with limited to no support.

Speaking of limited, Kopris looked around at the medbay with a scowl. He had finished his check over of their general medical supplies last night. Or rather, the lack thereof. The cabinets and drawers were either empty or had the bare minimum for medical supplies. He'd searched through them all to no avail. The tiny excuse for a medbay barely had anything and the search had only made the Batarian ever more glad he had brought his own general supplies. He'd be able to string them along till he could buy the actual supplies on Illium. That was assuming that the Matriarch didn't turn anyone to paste while they were trying to bring her in.

"Pathetic. Typical Ex-Alliance. More focused on the shooting than the aftermath." He muttered, standing up and activating his Enforcer gauntlets. The small area was illuminated in a bright orange glow as his fists were covered in an armored gauntlet covered in blades. Giving them a few practice punches, he nodded in satisfaction and deactivated them. He paused a brief moment, luxuriating in the increased heat and humidity. Kar'shan had been a hot planet, and it had been far too long since he'd been this warm. There was no time to waste, however. Kopris lit a cigar and headed down to the loading doors with the rest of the crew waiting for the Captain and listening to his synopsis when he arrived. It wasn't something he entirely agreed with.

Koyla seemed competent, but Kopris had to question the wisdom of a man who decided that the best first mission for a crew that had never worked together and had so much friction between its members was to take down an Asari Matriarch who had been fighting longer than any of them had been alive. He had to question that wisdom even more when the same man decided to give a delicate object like a syringe to a Krogan and entrusted that Krogan with the relatively delicate task of injecting the contents of said syringe into their target. Kopris gave a light shrug and put out his cigar as Koyla hopped off of his crate. It wasn't his job to plan the proper missions for the crew or worry about how well they'd work together. It was his job to put people back together when things went wrong. Kopris popped a piece of candy into his mouth, putting on his helmet and feeling his entire suit seal, and glanced over at Firu. Not that everyone seemed to want to be put back together.

He merely grimaced at the long climb into the sewers. It wasn't the first time he had climbed into a supposedly secure area through its waste removal system, but he had hoped never to do it again. The climb itself wasn't terrible. Plenty of handholds, secure lines. He went second to last, moving methodically and keeping an eye on the people above him. While Koyla may not trust him with anything, his biotic lash was far more likely to catch anyone who fell than Ardan was. They might have a dislocated limb at the end of it, but that was better than breaking on the ground below.

He barely spared the maintenance worker a glance, pulling out his Punisher. Of course there was someone else going for Sarsi. The Matriarch had a lot of credits on her head, and if they could get the information of where she was, so could anyone else. He snorted softly at Hann's complaint, taking Ardan's advice and allowing her to create some space before following her. "Would you prefer we knock on the front door? 'Hello, we're here to take the war criminal you're hiding illegally. Could you please hand her over?'"
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