The man was a mess, but most of his friends just thought of him as "dirty", that is the few friends he had. His name, strangely enough, was Gero "Cleanjean" Thost. His jeans were a mess too though, and looked like they had been burnt a couple of times to improve the smell, but he didn't seem to mind. The rest of his outfit was -almost- as bad as his jeans. An old black Omni-Tek shirt with what looked like mustard stains, a raggedy jacket of some sort of animal hide that must have been made while the unfortunate animal was still warm because of the smell wafting off it, and to crown it all off a homemade Rollerrat-hide helmet that made his head seem strangely misshapen.
If it wasn't for the information this guy was selling I wouldn't have come within a ten mile radius of him, but we all got to suffer some indignities on Rubi-Ka, especially those who fight for freedom like me. My name is Arzak, and I -work- for the Clans. I used to -work- for Omni-Tek until they tried to kill me...but that is another story. Back to this Cleanjean fella. Like I said, he had information he wanted to -sell- to the Clans. Of course no self-respecting Clanner would ever lower themselves to the level of paying for information...that's why they sent me. Ha. Ha.
The information was something involving Omni-Mining the guy had said in his transmission, this is doubly probably why they sent me, because no one really cares about Omni-Mining anymore. Omni-Pol, Omni-AF, Omni-Admin, it can become a little challenging keeping track of all the Omni-Nuts out there. I guess this shows how much the deal-makers in Tir really trust me when they send me on small time missions like this. Oh well. Back to the story. Omni-Mining. In charge of all the mining of Notum on Rubi-Ka and some say where it all started for the Clans.
"Okay Thost. I'm here what've you got?" I had just ducked into this small abandoned building in the middle of nowhere to find Cleanjean pointing a nasty looking gun at me. Okay so it was in the Newland Desert, but nowhere sounds more right to me. I wasn't much worried about the gun though, because from here I could tell it had rusted into uselessness a long long time ago.
Cleanjean had broken out in sweat and kept shaking his head as if he was asking himself some internal question and saying no over and over and over again. Finally he spoke in a harsh whisper that was kind of creepy. "Did you bring the money?"
"Yes it is right here." I motioned with my right hand to the bag I was carrying in my left.
The man nearly dropped the gun he held when he saw my right hand move, but he recovered. "Throw it here." He said, in that strange voice.
I chuckled, trying to calm him down a bit, and shook my head in a negative manner. "First you'll tell me exactly what the information is and why I should pay for it. Then ... if I think it is worth it you can -look- at the money."
He obviously didn't find this relaxing at all, because he pointed his gun at me and shouted, in an almost normal voice. "Gimme the money or I'll blast you!"
I sighed to myself. Not because I was worried or would give in and give him the credits, but because I had travelled all this way for nothing. Just some -smart- punk trying to make quick cash. I tossed the bag at his feet and stepped back, almost outside the building. As he knelt to open the bag I rushed forward before his eyes could even move from the bag back to me and knocked the gun from his hand with a quick kick. As I had suspected the gun was a piece of junk and fell apart from this treatment, landing in several places in the small room.
Cleanjean shrieked and grabbing the bag tried to force his way past me. With one hand I reached behind his neck and threw him to the ground easily. He tried to get up and I put a foot on his chest as a warning. He started making these weird squeeking noises right about then, finally I realized he was crying. Not bothering to feel sorry for him I snatched up the bag and turned to go. He reached out at the last second and grabbed my ankle, shouting, "I know stuff! Honest!"
I kicked his hand from my leg and glared down at him. "Tell me."
((This is not from the point of view of my character "Oriitas" but another character which I've created just because I want to. Planning on adding more stuff later and introducing myself in third person, from the point of view of other people. Basically I got bored and decided to show off my writing abilities. *grin* I am not just a griefer! I swear! I swear! *chuckles*))