Big building in a city, Planet Manhattan, New York, Liberty space
Monday, 03:44 AM
"... Do you have even slight idea who am I ?! You crawl, get lost already!" Shouted the fat man in a bathrobe loudly. Tall person, covered in dark-black robe with a hood slowly took another two steps towards him. "I have told, get lost you freak! I am a high Navy officer... get lost and Ill forgive you!" Person took another step. Persons hand with iron gauntlet at the end slowly moved forward and finger pointed on the fat man. " Hugh Silverwood. So poetic name. Age, foutry-seven. Tortured and killed three people." Said the hearth-stoppingg deep voice. "Using his position in Navy as a shield. Stealing their own funds..." The hand changed from pointing into a fist. " Why...do you exist. What is your reason to live?" The man started to tremble. " How...How dare you?! Who do you think you are?!" He shoutend and with surprising speed, he grabbed handgun from the table next to him, pointing on the person. "You know, Im not so harmless, you fool. Rot in hell with all your secrets!" With a victory-tone in his shout, he pushed the trigger. He shot twice to the Persons chest and smiled. The person took three steps towards him. "... If this is your answer... If you have no reason... Then face your destiny..." All surprised, Hughs preseed the triger again, but the person jumped towards the bullet and grabbed the gun. " Wha---what are you?!" Person gave out something, that sounded like sight and pulled the gun away, with so much strenght, that he broke Hughs trigger-finger. "Aww! What...what..." Hugh said, halfly whispering. Trembling, he started to move backward, untill he reached the wall. Person started to walk slowly towards him. " You are so pathethic. You have one more chance. Justify your existence...explain your life...." Person was very close to him and moved face toward the Hugh. He saw only dark under the hood and piece of black cloth covering the mouth. " Jus- Justify ...what?" He whispered. Person grabbed his face with left hand...he tried to shout... But nothing came out. He felt how his bones were cracking...he felt his skull collapsing. " Is that hot thing... fallling on my chest...is that blood?" Hugh thought. Cracking sound. Darkness.
Person seemed to be surprised a little and took few theps backward. It looked on the body covered in blood on the floor, with just a small reminder of something that was a head once, above the chest. Person looked on its left hand, whole covered in red liquid and something more. Person watched for a few minutes. " So fragile...So...much...." Person whispered, sounding surprised.. Person took a piece of cloth from nearest table and cleared the gauntlet. One more look on the body, on the hand... The person turned around and headed for the doors and out of the flat. He watched the hand as he was walking thru the corridor. " So... much..." Person whispered again and again. Hooded person walked into the street. It was nearly sunrise. He started to run. In a while, Person reached the docks and headed towards very old looking ship, most likely some "ancient" Bounty Hunter Guilds vessel. The ramp closed and the ship was in the air nearly instantly, heading out of the planet.
I buy things I don't want to make an impression on people I don't like.
Bar, Rochester base, New York, Liberty space
The same monday, 05:32 AM
Tall person in black clothes with a hood was sitting in the darkest corner of the room. He was opening and closing his left hand again and again. The bar was nearly without people, except for drunken Junker and Rogue, arguing over whose paying the last beer, and some young man, sleeping on the table next to them. Bartender ignored them, mindlessly cleaning the bar with an old piece of colorfull cloth, watchichng the suspicious person in the corner secretly. He was sitting there for hour, no less. With no drink, no talk, no bigger moves. “ So...what can I loose...“ Thought the bartender, walked around the bar and headed to the person. He was still looking on his hand. „ Hey, Darkie, whats up with you, someone close died or sumtin, eh?“ Person stopend opening his hand and sowly shaked his head. „ Hmm. And what about a dring, eh? We have some fine things in here.“ Person shaked head again. „ Oh, common, you look so depressed that Im starting to get frustrated as well, this one will be on me, eh?“ Person stood up slowly. He made -What can I do- gesture with his hands. „Im taking that as a yes" said the old man and headed back to the bar, starting search for two glasses and rich-looking bottle. Person slowly walked to the bar as well. Bartender filed the glasses with green liquid in meantime. „ This ones special, its usually only for myself. Be honored.“ He took the glass. Person followed and grabbed it to his steel-gauntlet, and looked on it. „ So whatcha you waiting for? To yout health, eh!“ He emptied the glass and started coughting instantly. Person gave him a long look and removed the cloth he had on lower half of face. „He have face wrapped in a cloth, eh...“ thought the bartender, recovering from the coughting. Person drinked it as well, and gave the glass back on the table. Not even a single move or a sound. „ Oh what a guy are you. This drink can clean engines like acid, any you havent made a single sound.“ Said the bartender. They looked on each other for a minute. „ Thanks.“ Said the deep voice.“So you can talk after aal....May I ask you abou-“ Started the Junker, but was stopped by the strangers head-shake. „We will meet again. Jake. You may ask when that happens.“He turned and walked out of the bar. Bartender looked little stunned. „ What the.... I havent used that name for more than twenty years... how could he …. who in the hells name is … that.“ He thought. His thoughts were interrupted by a glass, which missed the Rogue and landed on the floor next to „Jake“. „Hey! Will you stop that, you jerk!“ he shouted on the guy who threw it.
Navy building, Planet Manhattan, New York, Liberty space
The same monday, 11:04 AM
„ For gods sake, wheres the fattie! We cant continue without the docummentations he took to his home last day!“ Shouted young looking man in uniform, waving around with papers in his hand. „ That damned incompetent man, I wanted to go home early today, but none of us will, if he wont arrive shortly“ Answered his call second man. „ Hey you there, I dont know you! Are you new here?!“ Shouted the first furiously, pointing on the second man. „ Um. Yes. Kinda..Wh-“ First smashed him with papers. „ Then stop whining, and visit Mr. Silverwood in his residence!“ Second scratched his head. „ Yeah. Whatever.“ He said sadly and started to walk. „ Its -Yes, sir- you ...“ He havent heard the rest, since he closed the doors fastly behind him. „ Why do I have to do all the work...always...“
Silwerwoods house, Manhattan.
A while later....
Man walked thru the coridor. „ ..do this, do that, do-“ his whispering stopped when he saw opened door into Hughs flat. He walked in „Sir... Are you in there?“ he felt like if someone was touching his spine with ice. „ Mr. Silverwood...Hello...?“ He walked into the living room and stopped. „ Holy...holy ****... what is that?!“ he quickly pulled his gun out and started to turn aroud. In a while, he figured noone else is there, for some time already, except him...and... the remains on the floor. He picked his phone and started to call the central. „ Sir... we have...a problem...“ He told, barely keeping on his legs.
Navy building, Planet Manhattan
The same monday, 04:45 PM
„...no sir, there were no fingerprints or any other leads found.“ Told the investigator. „And what caused the death?“ Asked old man behind the table. „ Well. I am not sure... his head... It seems like extreme pressure caused it to...fall apart, so to say, sir.“ Answered the other man „But except that, we have found that his point-finger on right hand was broken forcefully shortly before his death....and we have found..eh.“ He stopped. „ Whats wrong?“ … „ Well, he fired two bulets, and both were found on the floor, looking like if they were shot into a iron wall. And his gun, Its demolished as well.... and the third bullet is stucked in, like if something stopped it right before it leaved the gun....He tryied to kill somethng propably ,but.... but I dont really know what happened back there...“ Man behind the table stood up „ You speak is so confusing. Leave the full report on my table. I think it was a suicide. You think so as well. Do you understand?“ The investigator nodded his head, saluted and and left the office. „ What the hell is going on here...“ Old man told and fired a cigar. „The third one...“ he whispered.
I buy things I don't want to make an impression on people I don't like.
Near Bounty Hunter station, Omega-15, Independent space
Wensday, 09:46 PM
„...And so, I have done it.“ Told the hooded person to a comm. „ You have done what?! Killed a Navy officer?! Are you crazy?!“ Answered the surprised voice from the speaker. It was silence for a while. „He was worthless. Killing oter humans. Stealing. He had no reason to exist anymore.“ - „He what?! And since when you have the right to kill others?! You dont understand anything...“ Hooded person pressed the comm button again. „ He killed a humans as well. Slowly even. He was fortunate to die like this, this fast. What makes his killing better? It was unfair to let him die without suffering.“ Silence again. „ Jeremy... You are a lost case.“ Hooded person seemed to be angry a little. „ Really, listen to me. Good and evil. You humans think its clear. But what makes this one good and another evil? What is good for you is evil for someone else...“ -silence- „ If you will continue, you may be on the wrong side of my guns one day, Jeremy.“ Hooded person sat and pressed the button once more. „ So you want to destroy me, captain?“ Sad-toned voice from comm answered. „ It may happen in the future, if you will cotinue kiling people.“ - „ You know more than well, that this is not really possible.“ answered the hooded person. He waited for response, but only „Comm link disengaged“ appeared on the monitor. „ Who have the right to judge. Who can say what is good and what evil. Noone. I will. Who cant say single reason why he should live, is dead already. They are just not brave enough to confess it. I...can help them. If humans cant reap the impurities by themself, they are just like a disease...“
Told the person to himself, and moved to pilot seat. „Time to go....“
City-Streets, Planet Manhattan, Liberty space
The same Wensday, 11:58 PM
The hooded person, the one called Jeremy, walked the dark streets of the lower-classed city part on planet Manhattan.. He was searching for something that was there years ago. But the city has changed a lot. He was distracted from his thoughts by a little group of street thughs „ Hey there, priest. I wonder if you have some money you can contribute to the poor“ Told one of them, but Jeremy just ignored him and continued walking. „ Hey Jack, his ears can be damaged, go and ask him from closer distance.“ Smiled the one who seemed to be the leader. Tall, muscular, brutish looking man from the group smiled as well and caught up with slowly walking person. „He weirdo“ He started and put his big hand on persons shoulder „ He asked ya for somtin'...“ Jeremy stopped. „ If you provide me with information on certian location. I may give you something to make your puny existence nicer.“ he told with friendly tone „No offense. Jack.“ Big man seemed to be surprised with this answer. since everyone threated him with respect, thanks to his height and big muscles, and started loudly „Heh. Who do ya think ya messing with, jerk?!“ Person shaked his hand from shoulde and turned to him, face to face. He slowly looked on his body, from foot to head. „I may have a use for your body. Go away, when you still have legs, before I loose my patience.“ Said person with very creepy tone. "Hey Jack, i think that was a challange!“ shouted one of the punks from behind. „ Yea, I think so as well. This jerk will feel MY patience...“ He told and swinged his hand towards Persons face, pretty surprised, when Jeremy stopped his blow, before it reached its destination. They stood there for a while, in silence, Jeremy was holding his fist with his own hand, no matter how much he tryed. „I think I have lost my patience just now.“ person told, nearly whispering „ You are now mine.“ He tightened his grip. Cracking sound. Jack started to yell, trying to get his broken fist out of the strangers holding, no use though.“ Rellying on your strenght. A mistake. Use your mind a little more.“ He tightened the grip a little more. The first drop of blood reached the pavement, they were standing on. Jack just yelled for help, with no response... In pain, he turned his head back, seeing that his comrades are already gone. „Pathethic. That is the thing you people call friendship?“ Jeremy whispered again. „ P-Please... let me go..ple-“ Another cracking sound from bellow and wave of pain prevented Jack from talking – His bone in left leg wasnt able to resist the impact of Jeremys kick, as it seemed. Jeremy opened his grip and let the man free. He just fallen on his back, thinking about what part of body brings him bigger pain. Jeremy kneeled next to him. „I have warned you, havent I.“ He put his hand behind his head, in rather unsucesfull try to express thoughtfullness. „ Well now, let me give you one more chance...Im searching here for somethng.“ Jack regained a piece of hope „ O-oh I-I know it well around here j-just tell what are you looking for...“ He told and gave the healthy hand behing his body, in search of his knife. Yes, it is here. He took a firm grip of it. The person sat down, and suddenly started in very friendly tone „ Oh well, there was a big building before years. A lot of years. I belive it was building owned by Cryer and call-“ Now is the time, Jack took his knife and headed it towards enemys chest. It just suddenly stopped when it reached the chest and pierced the cloth. Jeremy stood up again with no sign of being hurt somewhere. You people will never learn, will you.“ he whispered to himself and grabbed mans head „Good bye, my friend.“ he told, and nearly instantly turned it 180 degrees around. He made a few steps backward and looked on the body for a while. „ Great . A lot of muscles. Well. Lets see what can we do with it, lets try it, what can we loose.“ He noted to himself and gave the dead man on his back. „Lets find a place wth noone around, shall we?“ Jeremy told to dead man with laughter and walked forward.
Manhattan local radio-news broadcast
Tuesday, 10:30 AM
Womans voice: „... The body was found in Lower town, in deserted storehouse near the river, stripped of nearly all meat, so to say, we cant, nor can the police, explain what exactly happened here. Due to the missing...*cough* … parts, police suspected some animals at the first, altough, the expertise showed that the body is not older than 10 hours, and have no traces of teeths on the bones, and there are no known animals capable of doing that. Police thinks it was a crime commited here. Do we have to fear to live here? Do we have another sect of canibals around? We will inform you of any news regarding this case. Jane Ohara for GGD news, next on our channel...“
I buy things I don't want to make an impression on people I don't like.
Old Bounty Hunter boat, Omega-15 debris field, Independent space
Friday, 06:15 AM
The old vessel was slowly floating in the debrid field, with engines powered down and lights turned off. Old vessel with dead crew, someone who flies around should say. But thats not neccesarily truth...
Loud music was making the old interiors of the ship more comfortable, for the one who was spending time there. Jeremy was sitting in a small room, which looked like some kind of laboratory, fully interested in his work. He felt so light, without the steel „clothing“ he was usually wearing. Just a normal boots, pants, shirt with gloves and head wraped in black cloth, with a small opening for eyes. No help there, he was wearing sunglasses. Random traveler might have mistaken him with a mummy. On the big table before him, something like a suit of armor lied. But not the big, robust one, this one looked more thin, mostly folloving the line of body. Jeremy was proud of this creation, it took him some time to make after all. Once again, for the first in long time, he felt really happy again, making the last preparations, before trying new „Clothes“. Beeping sound suddenly interupted his work. With a deep sight, he moved to the cockpit and looked on the monior. „Incomming transmission: K“ Jeremy sighted again and pressed the button. A face of a man in fourties appeared on the monitor. „ What the heck is that on your head?“ the man told and finished firing a cigar with a lighter. „ Ah, Im pleased to see you again as well.“ Answered Jeremy with very cold tone. „ Oh man, why are you always hiding your face anyways? Ya cant possibly be that ugly...“ Jeremy laughted „ Its not your busyness why I am keeping my body covered. It is like that, and it will be like that, that is all there is to know for you....-“ A while of silence on the both sides of comm „-... So you needed something, or you just wanted to critise my stylish clothing?“ Man coughted. „ Well. Why is the nick Spider, Mummy-man would fit better.“ Silence for a while again. „ Erm. Ok. Seriously now. I got an information from a few guys on Manhattan... It was about a strange, hooded man who was seen with the dead man whose body...*cough* No wait, whose skeleton was found the last day...“ Said the man silently. „Yes. And?“ - „ And? Werent you in lowtown last nigh by any chance? I got some suspicion...so to say.“ Said the man with disquieting voice. There was another while without anyone telling anything. „Hypottetically. Lets say it was me...“ Jeremy said. „Then, hypotetically... What the hell happened there?! Wheres all the... Meat. Are you canibal or something?!“ The man nearly shouted. „ Oh. Then, again, hypotetically. I have took all he had, and put it to a good use. And no, I am not eating humans. I dont like meat at all.“ - „ Ugh...put it to good use...eh. Man, you are surely ...scary. So, hypotetically, if you want to make something...Strange again... make sure noone sees you, ok?“ - „ Yes. I will make sure no wintesses are around next time. Hypotetically, of course...“ Answered Jeremy. The man on monitor blinked a few times and sighted.“ You know, you are strange guy from the very beginning, but somehow, I like you. Im glad we have met...and that...I am on Your side... instinct tells me that your potential...is...dangerous.“ - „ Well. You have helped me a lot. And Im remembering that. I have never forget anything...“ said Jeremy with somehow sad-colored tone in his voice. „ I hope, one day, I will fully understand you...and your way of living...“ - „One day, you may, you will. I do trust you. But... I am not sure when will that day come...“ Said Jeremy even more sadly „ Well, I hope for it. And hypotetically, be more careful....and do not make those...eh, strange things. It is scary.“ - „ I have all I needed. I may need your help soon again. Untill then, take care.“ Jeremy told and pressed the comm button. He took another deep sight, turned off the music and headed back to his small personal armory, not so happy anymore. He sat, took a long look on the suit, shaked his head. „ Why...why is this all...happening... I have to be right... I am righ...arent I?“ He whispered and slapped hiself, getting back to work.
I buy things I don't want to make an impression on people I don't like.