The Pace of Change - Industrialist Thread

[Warlord Arskittar]

The Pace of Change - Industrialist Thread

A puff of smoke enveloped the figures head as he exhaled deeply surveying the landscape before him. Borik the Glukkon stood flanked as he was by a small group of sligs, as he shuffled forward into the prefab office to his left.

He took an awkward seat at the desk, and using the voice activation in the room turned on the computers.

Stock charts began to be displayed across the screens, as the tiny office began to humm with energy. Borik laughed causing the cigar to fall from his mouth. He glowered out of the small window looking at the tree line, then looked out at the other window toward the town.

Trees he thought and population equal profit.

He laughter intensified, as he imagined the money he could exploit from these lands.

[Renney77]

Rawrick was seated inside a Magog Motors Vehicle. To his displeasure there was nothing fancy about it, The Magog Cartel had sent Rawrick to the ends of the earth inside this cheap and extremely uncomfortable Vehicle. Clearly not much was expected from the young Glukkon however Rawrick was determined to make it big and if it had to start out in the middle of nowhere then so be it.

It had been many hours inside the cramped pod and with only a slig to occupy him Rawrick was in a most miserable mood. Taking a last drag on his modest cigarette the glum glow on the end vanished, Rawrick spat it to the floor to join the many other dirty buds that had built up over the hours.
He scowled at the Slig.... It was his last one.

Rawrick turned his thoughts back to what was to come. He was eager to meet Borik, the Glukkon was well renown and Rawrick didn't want to make a bad first impression.

[Job McYossie]

Crug stared at the vehicle floor as yet another cigarette butt landed on it. 'What an uncultured way to smoke' he thought for a second, reminiscing about his days at the cigar factory, but quickly gave up on that thought. Crug looked at his Glukkon passenger. 'Who is this guy?', Crug inquired himself, 'Doesn't matter, I guess.'

Crug sighed and went back to staring at the floor, and the pile of cigarettes, he thought was a good representation of what his life had become.

[JayDee]

Nikoh had been walking with the sun to his back for a good couple hours or so, the western Mudos heat making the leather of mask irritate his face. All he had to show for his days trek was the grinding of the joints in his pants from all the dust that had gathered within.

A lone truck blew past the dirt road next to Nikoh, billowing out exhaust smoke and gusts of dust, Nikoh shielded his eyes against it whilst instinctively hovering his hand over his old T-1 Pistol. As the dust cloud settled he saw the hazy outline of a settlement. He wiped the dust from his stained visor and continued down the road.

[Renney77]

The Truck abruptly came to a bumpy halt, parked up about 20 meters from Borik's Office on the side of a dusty path that hadn't seen much use, yet.

Once the truck had come to a complete stop Rawrick went to speak but only a grunt was produced. Immediately clearing his dry throat with a cough Rawrick commanded the Slig "Open the door will ya."

[Job McYossie]

Crug looked up at the Gluk, then took one long wipe across his visor to knock the dust off. As he stood up, the sound of his pneumatic legs resonated in cabin. Crug cranked open the door, as he held it open, waiting for his escortee to come out, he asked: "So are you going to tell me where we are?"

[JayDee]

Nikoh arrived in town a while later, he came across the same truck that had drove past him previously - now parked next to some rickety looking office building. He continued on further into town to the nearest Flub Fuelling Station.

He hailed the mechanic over, a Clakker with oil stained overalls and tobacco tainted feathers. Reaching into his bandolier pouch he pulled out a sizeable wad of moolah and asked for his pants to be cleaned, oiled, and filled; and directions to the nearest bar.

[Renney77]

Rawrick took several small steps out of the door, stopping in his tracks on hearing the
question from Crug. Rawrick looks about the landscape before him whilst he mutters something inaudibly before continuing to walk on without interruption saying

"We are in a land untouched by industry and ripe for the taking.... not sure what they call it, I know we are somewhere West of the big city though." Rawrick's dull, rough voice would respond,
"There is a small village over there called ummm.....Yolk...tum...."
Rawrick would trail off as they got close to the door, his gaze moving from the door back to Crug expectantly.

[Job McYossie]

Crug closed the truck's doors after taking his rifle out, all the while listening to Rawrick. Crug went over to the small office building by Rawrick, as he opened the door for him, he asked with a long drag in his voice: "Will you be needing me for the rest of the day? Or am I free for the night?"

Even though Crug normally didn't care about his surroundings, he was interested in this little town. More specifically, he was interested in the closest place he can buy pipe tobacco, as well as the closest place he can get a relaxing a drink.

Crug looked at Rawrick, his visor's scanlines clearly visible with the evening light.

[Renney77]

As Crug swung the door open Rawrick took note of the armed sligs inside the office.

"Yeah yeah, get whatever you need for tomorrow. And keep an eye out for anything useful, includin potential workers." Rawrick would say to Crug quietly that none inside the office would hear.
"I want you back....errr....outside here the moment the sun rises Tomorrow. Ya hear?"

Without waiting for an answer Rawrick would step into the office taking a sweeping glance, looking intently for a Glukkon....

[JayDee]

Nikoh's new pants whirred rhythmically, no longer was the sound broken by the dust and dirt scraping against the joints. He reached the local bar, an unimpressive building, nothing like the neon giants he used to frequent himself back in the city.

Entering the bar, few patrons looked up from their business - those that did taking no interest in the newcomer, Nikoh hunched himself over in a chair. A seemingly well dressed clakker greeted him behind the bar, "howdy, what can i get yourself?"

Lifting his face tentacles to place a LungBuster, Nikoh lit up and took a long pull. "Gimmie a SoulStorm" Slapping some Moolah on the bar, Nikoh's mind lingered on his hand, his missing finger, and the events that brought him here.

[Job McYossie]

Crug wondered around the small town until he found a general store to purchase his tobacco. Disappointed to see that the store did not carry any variety, he still reluctantly purchased the one brand they had.

After some more wandering, Crug found a rustic old shack that had the word "BAR" painted on a sign above the door. He figured that'd be his best bet, and possibly the only bet at finding a place for a drink. As he entered the bar, he noticed the creaking of the rusted ceiling fans. Scanning the area, he noticed another slig. 'What's a Slig doing around here? I didn't think there were any other offices around here.' Crug thought as he slowly walked toward the bar counter. Not wanting to be bothered by any locals, Crug decided to sit next to the other Slig. "I'll have what he's having" Crug told the Clakker bartender.

As much as Crug didn't plan on talking to anyone today, his curiosity was peaked, "So what brings you here?" he asked mildly as he lit up his pipe.

[JayDee]

Nikoh was shook from his thought by the voice next to him, looking up he saw another slig, a different visor model to his own. 'Odd damnit, this guy better not be cartel, I just got comfortable.' He looked the Slig up and down, noticing his unusual tobacco pipe, before giving a chuckle and blowing out smoke.

"Same as you I suppose, the great entertainment, and fine tobacco."

[Job McYossie]

OOC: I'm not sure if Renny is waiting for me to post again, so I'm going to post again.

Crug gave out a short scoff. The only humour he cared for was sarcasim, and this Slig had it. After taking a swig from his bottle, Crug asked his barmate: "So how do you make a living here? There really doesn't appear to be much work available here. Except for that new chump of a Gluk, Rawrick. I work for him, but he's always looking for more workers."

Crug puffed on his pipe happily. Happily for Crug's attitude, anyway.

[Renney77]

OCC: No don't worry, post away I'm waiting for Warlord Arskittar to post as his character Borik.

[JayDee]

This Slig was clearly too polite for any of Nikoh's assumptions to be true. Easing into his stool he turned to the Slig.
"Well I only just got here, but I guess you could say I'm a courier.. of sorts."

The opportunity of a job peaked his interest. If not for moolah, than an alibi. Nikoh finished his bottle, dropping his cigarette butt into the bottom - causing a small stir in the dregs of his Soulstorm; then called the bartender for another.
"What was that about some chump?"

[Job McYossie]

Crug gave out another scoff, smoke jutted out from under his tentacles. He took the pipe out of his mouth and responded: "Rawrick, he's the newest Glukkon in town. We just got in. He asks me to go find more workers, like it's my job." Crug took a drag from his pipe. "and as much as I'd like to not bring a possible employee back just to spite him, it'd be nice to have someone who doesn't glare at me every time I walk by."

Crug packed his pipe back up, finished off his last swig of brew, and looked back to the other Slig. "I never got your name," He said sturdily. "but mine's Crug."

[JayDee]

Throwing down some Moolah on the counter to cover the cost of his and his barmate's drinks, he picked up his bottle with one hand and carried it with him, giving a short nod to the bartender.

'I'm new here... they won't know, not this far from the city.' Nikoh decided against using an alias. Taking a short swig of his brew he offered his scarred and finger-missing hand for a handshake.
"Nikoh, name's Nikoh."

[Job McYossie]

OOC: Been quiet for a while. not sure what everyone is thinking, but I know that I am waiting for one of our Gluks to post.

[Renney77]

OOC: Well I was waiting for warlord to reply, he is meant to be roleplaying Borik right? Am I just going to have to wing it by myself then?

[Job McYossie]

OOC: Well I was waiting for warlord to reply, he is meant to be roleplaying Borik right? Am I just going to have to wing it by myself then?

OOC: I guess so, a month after this has almost died, I'm guessing warlord decided to leave or died.

[Renney77]

Rawrick couldn't believe it, Borik had packed up and left leaving Rawrick himself to oversee the rest of the operations.... What operations even? Borik had this office here and that was about it.

Rawrick sat in deep thought, wondering how he would pull off a successful business here and gain the respect he "deserved". All in the meanwhile puffing on a fine cigar one of a few which Borik spared to leave behind for Rawrick. The thick dark smoke gradually filled the small office. A light through one of the small windows signaling the rising of the sun.

Time to get to work.

[Job McYossie]

Crug scrawled on a piece of paper a basic map of where he worked in the town and handed it to Nikoh.
"Here," he said, "if 'ya ever decide to take up the job for Rawrick, just got to the marked building." Crug got up from his seat and walked out of the tavern and headed back to the office to see what kind of work Borik had going for Crug. He entered the office to be greeted with the other gaurds' glares. Crug headed upstairs to what he assumed was Borik's room, and knocked on the door.

[Renney77]

And on that notion a knock was heard, as if in answer to Rawrick's thought.

"Come In!" Rawrick barked, cigar still loosely held in his mouth. After he spoke Rawrick got himself awkwardly up from the chair. Standing straight to apparently impress whoever may walk through that door, expecting to see Borik.

[JayDee]

After leaving himself to sober up with the sunrise, Nikoh examined the map he'd been given. Standing up and leaving the room he'd rented above the bar he squinted as the harsh sunlight met his naked eyes. Getting in to his pants and pulling his visor on, he left for the offices.

Only a short walk down from the bar, he lit up a cigarette and approached the office. He knocked on the glass of the door before realising it was open and went inside. Met by the suspicions of the guards he spoke.

"Yeah uhh.. I'm looking for a Mister Borik? Maybe a Crig... Crug?"

[Job McYossie]

Crug opened the door. He was almost surprised to see Rawrick.
"Uh..." Crug tried to find words that wouldn't get him fired, "Sorry, Rawrick, thought this was Borik's office. Do ya'know where I might find him?"

Crug was nervous. He'd not walked into the wrong room, had he? This was the top level of the office, there is no way that Borik wouldn't have the best room in this toilet bowl.

[Renney77]

Rawrick laughed, his deep low tone rolling about the room. However not loud enough to be heard outside.

"Your right, this *WAS* Borik's room. Hell, this whole office was Borik's until a few hours ago."

Rawrick slowly made his way to the door the slig stood in as he spoke.

"Come on, we got work to do."

[Job McYossie]

"Uh..." Now Crug really was surprised, "yes sir?" As Crug opened the door for his potential new boss, he remembered Nikoh showed light interest in a job.
"Oh yeah, Rawrick" Crug started, "I found someone in town who might be interested in a job. He ain't a local, that's for sure." Crug could hear some of the guards talking on the floors below. Crug's mood lightened at the idea of Rawrick chewing them out for BSing on the job.

[JayDee]

This probably hadn't been the best of ways to approach the situation, Nikoh now found himself trying to reason with the guards not to throw him out.

Talk about protective, i've known Kartel more with smaller sticks up their ass.

"Hey, comon, for the last time I'm here to see Borik. Whaddya mean he's not here?" One of the guards advanced on Nikoh to force him out the door.

[Renney77]

As Rawrick and Crug descended down the stairs, it was now possible to see the commotion below. Rawrick continued to take painfully slow steps down to the ground level, looking down to the sligs, in between watching each step he took.

Once Finally standing firmly in front of the stairs, leaving room behind him to allow Crug to easily join him Rawrick spoke
"Is this how ya plan to welcome all our..." Glanced to Crug before continuing "...Potential workers?"

Once he had finished speaking Rawrick's gaze turned to Nikoh, looking him over thoughtfully.