Olath Slyannen

[Lucend]

"Olath..."

"Hm mm."

"Olath Slyannen."

"You do realize I know his name? Repeating it only make you look melodramatic."

Jon paced the small metal-clad room, only stopping to read the LCD clock on the wall. Finally the man stopped and took a seat.

"I simply can't place the nationality." Thought the man out loud.

"Well look it up in a Gallia name database. The new kids on the block probably have some weird names like that. Either that or he made it up, which probably means that he doesn't want people nosing into his past."

The door opened and in clanked Olath Slyannen, his loud metal leg-brace hitting the dingy floor, commanding the attention of the two bulky men in the room.

"I ... am Olath Slyannen."

A man stood up, "You know, we were just discussing your name, could you tell us.."

But at that moment, a trigger's connection was made with the expressed purpose of sending a burning bolt of molecular chaos screeching through the man's head, super heating his fragile organic make-up and causing his head to explode backward. The body fell uselessly to the ground.

"I don't take kindly to curiosity, Mr. Mendez." Said the hooded Olath Slyannen, twisting his head slightly to stare at the one he called Mendez.

"You ... you sent word of a job."

"Yes. I require you to run this message to the dockhands." As Slyannen approached Mendez, his facial features were obscured by a piece of fabric covering his face. What Mendez could make out was a small strip of hair running out of his hood: stark white and oily. He received the slip of plastic, most likely holding the message.

"Uh, sir..."

"Ah yes, the payment, in advance as promised." Olath transferred the sum of 500,000 credits to Mendez's neural net. Olath turned and started loudly motioning towards the door.

"All this, for a message?!" Olath stopped, pivoted off his metallic brace and drew a new weapon, this time a long, gleaming rapier from his belt and placed the business end right over Mendez's throat. As the two stood there, frozen for a second Mendez realized the hilt of the sword was shifting ... crawling.

"The saying that curiosity killed the cat is largely an under appreciated axiom. You will find that, with me, killing is a merciful release from the pain I would normally bestow upon those who dare make me remember were I come from and why I'm in this section of space in the first place."

Mendez was silent, obviously he would have already been dead if Olath didn't need him. Slyannen sheathed the rapier and headed quickly to the door.

"The name." Mendez croaked, half spasmodically.

Olath turned. "What?!"

"The name of the ship, I need to know which dockyard."

Olath smirked under his cloak.

"Dobluthen."

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"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."

Osaika Moto, the Fall and Rise of a Kusari Farmer

Juan Lucendez, √ Corsair