//P.S. Feel Free to comment on it, but keep in mind its not exactly finished yet. ~Nero
A Day in The Life.
The man in the pilots jacket lets out a heavy sigh as he gulps down another shot of whiskey. Thats another one that got away Karl." he said, "I swear, the next bounty I find better hope he's in a bloody battleship or else he's going to wish he was born a few years later.." The bartender lets out a small chuckle as he serves up another shot to his good pal. "Relax Zechs, you just need something to take your mind off things. There take a look at that sweetie. Looks Bretonian to me..." The bartender just rambles on, not even semi-aware that Zechs is busy playing his favorite past-time. Lets just say he would not sleep alone..
The next few days would go pretty casually for Zechs. Hunts. Money. Women... Lots of Women.. But the real fun began on a routine hunt. "This is Mandalorian Zechs Czan, to all Rheinland ships in the area. I am in pursuit of the Corsair gunboat El Hijo Del Diablo, all vessels avoid the Berlin to Frankfurt gate lane." With a little nudge of the stick and a push of a button, it was go time... After a few strafes and easy hits, radio contact from the 'Sair stopped. Then it got real interesting. the gunboat's generator was disabled, yet there was still activity on the ship. There was even a jamming field around the cargo hull. Well, this is just too good to pass up..
"This is Zechs again.. I'm picking up some strange readings from this ship.. and I guess i'm going in." God this better be worth it. Strapped into his jet suit and with a pistol at his side, along with his ship in tow of course... I'm Off! And for a few moments, just floating through space, it was actually pretty serene... And then there was a thunk of metal against a helmet, and with a new focus on things, Breach. The inside of the gunboat was already depressurized by a foot wide hole in the hull. A short trek to the cockpit graced Zechs with the 'Beautiful' image of a roughed up pirate with a rod of metal right through him. A quick photo to verify the bounty, and any normal Merc would be off... But no...
Back in the cargo hull was, as suspected, an EMP style "scanner jammer", common on most pirate ships. The only problem with the scene was this annoying high pitched whine. Wait... Why is there smoke coming from the hold... That means there's air... and air means.. PEOPLE! With quick speed and a brute charge through the door, he quickly scoured the hold for any life. And there was the treasure.. a beautiful brunette Latina, definitely unconscious, and bruised up as well. Zechs quickly thrusted her onto his shoulders and headed out. Bloody hell... Now I'm sharing a Viper with another passenger... This should be an annoying ride back...
Back at base, lay the beautiful prisoner of that Corsair. God... is she a cutie.. Damn, got to make sure Karl doesn't see her yet.... I'll never hear the end of it. The doctor snuck in quietly through the door, finally... "Well, she had a good amount of time without oxygen, but she should be all right." ...And then he started inching towards the door... "The only thing I would recommend doing.." Closer... "Is giving her a bath 'cause of all that filth and bacteria in the hull." And he's gone... "Ok Doc.... WAIT! Me?!" The sly basta**'s response came over the shuffling of a 53 year old man down the hallway, "Good Luck With That!" Bloody hell... Okay, lets just be careful what I touch then...
After the most stressful hour of his life, everything was cool. She was in the bubbling tub, and the hard part was over... the drying her part is going to be awkward... But i'll cross that bridge when I get to it... But nothing's ever easy for Zechs... Or else this story wouldn't be so interesting. And it all started up again by the loud scream that could only come from a woman who was nude in a bath tub being bathed by some complete stranger. "Jesus! You weren't supposed to wake up 'till tommorow!" Another scream... "I didn't mean it like that! Just calm down, I'm trying to -"
Oww...
"Well other than a mark of your face as red as our sun, you'll be fine Zechs.." Naturally, the mocking laughter... "Hey! This is your fault to begin with Doc! Never mind... Is she calmed down now?" "Oh yeah, she's fine.." God i'm going to kill this man... Maybe. A short walk down the hall and to the left, and here comes the stress.. Zechs opened the door with his back to the wall to avoid the ceramic plate that was going to be thrown at him, Check. Jumping into the room with Aikido position, Check. "Listen! If I didn't.. Bathe.. you, you could've gotten really sick, and at your condition maybe killed." Plus Doc is a sick son of a bit** "You should be Thanking me!" HAHA! Caught your slap in the act biat** "Fine, lets just talk this out then, first off, whats your name?" ...Silence... "Fine, I'll just leave you here to-" "Maria, Maria Isabella Suez" God that accent is so hot... "There we go, was that so hard? My name's Zechs, and I just have to say... Your body is amazing..." Damn my mouth.... And another mark comes out.
A few days would go by, and Zechs cooled things down with Maria... But at the same time heated them up... Thats Zechs for ya. So Karl and Doc were taking a break over a few cold ones while Zechs was off... heating things up. "Jeez Karl, last week she was about to kill the man, and now she's all over him..." "Heh, thats just how Zechs works mate, Relax, here, have another drink." "Thanks, Its just she's... such a catch.." And under a mutter and a drink came the subtle words "Lucky Bastard."
"So there I was, and the bloody molly runs his way straight into a wall!" God her laugh is so cute, and her smile just screams sexy.. "So Zechs... Ummm.. Would you mind helping me move this... thing for me...?" ...Strange... "The heater.... Sure.." Heavy piece of... wait.. whats her foot doing - Oh boy... "I'm so sorry! Let me get off and go fix th- Um. Can you Let go...?" Then came the sexiest moment Zechs would ever come by. With the softest voice yelling out innocence, she whispered in his ear, "Please, Take me now..." Let me say... He moved faster than any dogfight he'd been in.. And that night didn't end anytime soon....
---To Be Continued---
"The pen is mightier than the sword." -Edward Bulwer-Lytton. "Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword never encountered automatic weapons." -General Douglas MacArthur
"Oh Zechs!" The buxom and slender figure of Maria Suez came out from the kitchen of the interestingly built house, somewhat reminiscent of Ancient earth desert mud-and-clay houses. As Zechs walked in he was greeted by the site of a full platter of food, and all with Hispanic names.
A little less then two months ago, Zechs abandoned his Mandalorian occupation for a more peaceful life on Malta. Say what you want about Outcasts, but they're really just that... Outcasts. People abandoned by society and made out as bad guys by every official whenever it profits them. Not to say that all Outcasts are angels, but when the only ones who step into House space are pirates and smugglers, you can't judge the entire people as that. Zechs had used his friendly reputation as a Mandalorian to get him 'citizenship' of sorts. Since then he has spent his days doing odd jobs; Bodyguard, Repairman, Hell, even a Receptionist. But his break came when he found a flyer for a Pilot instructor, and not some military combat training, but just regular piloting, meant for regular people. Zechs happily took this job, and with some inherent business sense, manage to take the money he made, and triple it with the Sirius Stock Exchange, then triple it again, until he had amassed an impressive amount of money, and without any illegal or underhanded deals as well. He even started a fund to try and encourage the youth of the poorer parts to keep up with classes and make an honest living for themselves. Everything was going great, and to make things better, His comm has just found a familiar receiver...
In a moment of excitement and eagerness he quickly spoke out a quick message calling for this friend of youth to come over and stay for a while. The reply interested him even more as a quizzical and somewhat content voice simply said, "Sure." Now, a Havoc landing on Malta is no surprise; Many mercs come and go taking odd jobs and meager hunts. But the insignia labeled on the side of the ship brought out a pretty considerable crowd. And now everyone was waiting to see what man would come out of this ship with a Bretonian banner and the strange connection of sharp angles and fading lines that made up the Czan family crest. A slight gasp came out of the crowd and muttered conversations began as the man hopes down from his ship with a Bretonian Armed Forces jacket on, and a slight smirk at the crowd. But that smirk was really just aimed at one man, who slowly stepped forward somewhat chuckling. Then, as if this has been buried and waiting to be said for years and years, the slender but toned man said, "It's been a while Zechs... About what? 10, 15 years since I've seen you..." Zechs then slowly stepped up and slapped the hand that was extended towards him out and gave the man a bear hug. "It's been a while indeed Sipher! You don't expect your brother to go shake your hand do you?!" They both laughed as they start walking out towards Zechs' car; The crowd parting before them like an ocean.
There sat two brothers, long separated, talking away over some drinks, reminiscing and updating each other. "Then we just settled down here. She's an amazing cook too, you'll have to wait till dinner to see though. Speaking of which what is for dinner sweetie?" And with the usual grace and her sultry and silken voice, She was able to turn those two on just by saying a meal. In fact that was usually how it went. It didn't matter what she even said, but all she had to do to get her way was talk in that sexy way of hers, maybe whisper it in Zechs' ear if she needed to, and he was butter. The day went as if it was Paradise. A fantastic dinner, followed by drinks... then more drinks, then drinking Games, which entitled drinking naturally. By the end of the day Body shots had been done, four bottles of vodka and five of tequila have been gone through, and three people were now passed out on the floor. The next day was pretty uneventful as they recovered from the prior nights party. The next few days went by pretty quickly as Zechs introduced Sipher to his job, his friends... and his plan..
"So, by the end of the week, The deal will be done.. I've already brought together a crew, with complete trust in me, and the ship will be mine. Sipher... I'll be a Captain by Saturday!" The glasses clinked together and were downed by the two smiling men on the balcony. "I got to hand it to ya Zechs.. You've managed to keep yourself together at least.. I've been through time and time again when I wonder 'why am I fighting? And who am I really fighting?" A hard pat on the back brought the smile to his face again as Zechs spoke again of his plan in increasing detail. By the end of that day, Sipher could probably recite it by memory alone.
It was finally the day. Zechs looked as official as ever in his specially made Captain's suit, which looked anything but normal. The crew of five trusted friends, all in their own casual outfits, were mingling about with each other and the people there to witness the takeoff. Not everyday that a brand new Gunboat takes off. And as the minutes ticked down, more and more people came to watch. Sipher was now saying his farewells to Zechs and Maria, and it seemed like it would be another 10 years or so before they would see each other again. Zechs was having as much fun as anyone else, but he was as alert as ever, and once that shaded man started weaving his way through the crowd he became a little concerned, but as he looked towards Sipher to tell him... He saw for the first time not as a brother, the little Sipher he once knew.. But a hardened Soldier. That was why instead of a warning, he gave his praise, and said, "Sipher, I'm truly proud of you, Take care of everyone for me, especially Maria, Don't Go Dying on M-" And with a smile on his face, Zechs' took a bullet straight into his neck, And as the crowd panicked from the gunshot, Maria's eye turned to disbelief, and Sipher drew his own gun in a reflex to take vicious revenge, Zechs fell gracefully with a smirk on his face and a thumbs up. By the moment he hit the ground, Zechs Czan was dead.
The next three days involved Maria crying endlessly, and Sipher sitting in a chair with his head resting on his arms laying on his legs. For three days the house that just a few days earlier was Paradise, was now a vague resemblance of Hell. For three days Sipher lived that moment over and over again... "Don't Go Dying on M-" and every time the nightmare became worse, blood started to splash out as the bullet hit the vein dead center this time. Sometimes the bullet would go through without breaking his nervous system, putting him in agonizing pain for minutes as he writhed in his own blood. Worse and worse they became, and during this Sipher was planning a just as gruesome death for the murderer. On the third day Maria was somewhat better, and brought Sipher an article from the news about a psychotic man who was found dead, hung from a tree. The report said this man was the criminal involved in the murder a few days ago, and has been dead for at least two days. The case ended there, and Zechs' name was lost in the public mind. Sipher eventually got himself into more control after a few more days, and swore that he'd carry on his brother's dream and his final wish. The next day the Selethinia was launched, fully crewed, and fully operational. Sipher keeps his brother's suit in the closet in his quarters, as one of the few keepsakes left. The crew mourned Zechs' in their own ways, and acted as if he was still there sometimes, pushing them on to work as hard as they could. Maria said her prayers and tried to push him out of her memories, but still flinches and even tears up at the sound of his name. Selethinia was the name of Zechs' favorite novel, about a man who goes on an adventure, loses all his friends, gets nearly killed time and time again, but keeps going, saying "If I give up now, what would their deaths have accomplished?" And when he found his treasure, he took it back with it, took none for himself, and buried each man and woman with their share. "You are the reason I found this treasure, that was your destiny, and you have served me better than I have deserved. Rest in peace comrades." The story ends with the man learning a critical lesson about life; That everyone has their purpose, and to weep and cry about it and let them go in vain is the biggest insult you can give. That is why Sipher pulled himself together that Wednesday afternoon and is now flying his brother's ship, with his brother's crew, and his brother's name. Zechs' will not be forgotten, and each day that becomes ever more assured...
"The pen is mightier than the sword." -Edward Bulwer-Lytton. "Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword never encountered automatic weapons." -General Douglas MacArthur