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Drokhan wakes up from another fitful sleep. He reaches over and grabs the commlink off of the small shelf on the opposite side of the room. “I hate how everything is within arm’s reach in this drekhole” he mutters to himself. A small AR screen flips open. 05:36. He sighs. At least he was going to be up soon anyways. He gets dressed and bolts up his room at The Morgue, the “cleanest and safest” Coffin Motel in the barrens. It’s been 3 years, and the Cutters had kept up their end of the business arrangement at least. Drokhan also had one of the only troll-sized rooms in the joint. His head cleared most of his quarters. | |||
Drokhan steps outside to another dismal, grey Seattle day. At least it wasn’t raining. It was time for his caffeine fix and there was only one place in the barrens where could get real coffee without getting ripped off. The Buzz Kill, a surprisingly clean coffee bar in Touristville. | |||
“Good morning, Maurice.”, Drokhan says as he nods to the big ork behind the counter. | |||
“The usual, omae?” Maurice grunts as he starts up the grinder. In a few minutes, he slides over a triple espresso and a three krill breakfast muffins. | |||
Like he does every morning, Drokhan hits the ShadowHaven BBS and sniffs around for any obscure references to the day DocWagon Seattle cleaned out a certain department which shall not be named. Still zip. As per usual. He grunts, finishes breakfast and heads back to his pad while checking the highlights of last night’s Urban Brawl match. Suddenly, a call pops up on his AR screen from Overwatch. | |||
“Overwatch, always a pleasure. You’re up early.” | |||
The big troll on the screen smiles with a toothy grin. “Yeah, I have an early shift, drekhead. I’m gonna be late, so I’ll make this quick. Someone from your old team has resurfaced. Jasper Diaz, a SIN forger specialist. I have it on good information that he’s squatting in Puyallup. I’m sending you the particulars. You owe me a mint copy of something good.” | |||
Drokhan’s almost chokes. He doesn’t have time to thank Overwatch before the link cuts out. | |||
==The Plan== | ==The Plan== |
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Summary
Drokhan discovers the fate of his old mentor with the guidance of a kindred spirit.
Background
hal·cy·on
/ˈhalsēən/
adjective
Denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful.
a tropical Asian and African kingfisher with brightly colored plumage.
a mythical bird said by ancient writers to breed in a nest floating at sea at the winter solstice, charming the wind and waves into calm.
The Meet
Drokhan wakes up from another fitful sleep. He reaches over and grabs the commlink off of the small shelf on the opposite side of the room. “I hate how everything is within arm’s reach in this drekhole” he mutters to himself. A small AR screen flips open. 05:36. He sighs. At least he was going to be up soon anyways. He gets dressed and bolts up his room at The Morgue, the “cleanest and safest” Coffin Motel in the barrens. It’s been 3 years, and the Cutters had kept up their end of the business arrangement at least. Drokhan also had one of the only troll-sized rooms in the joint. His head cleared most of his quarters.
Drokhan steps outside to another dismal, grey Seattle day. At least it wasn’t raining. It was time for his caffeine fix and there was only one place in the barrens where could get real coffee without getting ripped off. The Buzz Kill, a surprisingly clean coffee bar in Touristville.
“Good morning, Maurice.”, Drokhan says as he nods to the big ork behind the counter.
“The usual, omae?” Maurice grunts as he starts up the grinder. In a few minutes, he slides over a triple espresso and a three krill breakfast muffins.
Like he does every morning, Drokhan hits the ShadowHaven BBS and sniffs around for any obscure references to the day DocWagon Seattle cleaned out a certain department which shall not be named. Still zip. As per usual. He grunts, finishes breakfast and heads back to his pad while checking the highlights of last night’s Urban Brawl match. Suddenly, a call pops up on his AR screen from Overwatch.
“Overwatch, always a pleasure. You’re up early.”
The big troll on the screen smiles with a toothy grin. “Yeah, I have an early shift, drekhead. I’m gonna be late, so I’ll make this quick. Someone from your old team has resurfaced. Jasper Diaz, a SIN forger specialist. I have it on good information that he’s squatting in Puyallup. I’m sending you the particulars. You owe me a mint copy of something good.”
Drokhan’s almost chokes. He doesn’t have time to thank Overwatch before the link cuts out.