User blog:Hiddenlich/The Fringe: A Loathsome Freelancer

''Deep within the Wild Regions of the Galaxy, there is a small planet known as Lagongo. It has been consumed by the plagues of war, terrorism, piracy, and imperialism. However, neither the New Galactic Republic nor the Chat Empire are at the center of this conflict. The belligerents are not unified, they are scattered; divided by their differences in ideology, morals, and reasoning. There are no gods, and there are no masters.''

Prologue
A Kig-Yar falls down a 20 story building and is impaled on a decaying electrical pole. It hasn't been used for nearly 50 years. The Kig-Yar vision is fading, and its accumulating saliva is gushing out of its mouth. It is very similar to how its purple blood is leaving its torso and leaking onto the cracked, stained concrete. A large reptomammal descends from the top floor of the building, but he uses his thruster pack to break its fall. He lands 2 feet away from the dying Kig-Yar.

"Did you really think you would get out of this mess alive pal?" asks the reptomammal.

The Jackal says nothing. It only stares at the wide, cylindrical object that its killer is holding.

"This was never your's. It was mine. It will always be mine. If I can't have this, I will kill everyone who ever glanced at it, and everyone associated with those people."

The Jackal's eyes dilate. It tilts its head to the right and extends its limbs.

"You're not dying this way. Your neurons have one more message to deliver."

The reptomammal pulls an AK-47 off of his back. He pulls the trigger, and the Jackal's head twists painfully towards the concrete. The last of its blood exits its body. The murderer flings his weapon back onto his back and bolts down the vine-covered street.

''Disgusting vermin. All of them should burn in Hell for being born,'' he thought.

About 100 meters ahead of the reptomammal, a very dented shuttle lands in the middle of the road. The shuttle doors screech as they release five humanoids with pale skin and black tattoos. Each humanoid is carrying Integro AAWs, two fragmentation grenades, a kukri knife, and a canteen. Their armor varies greatly in appearance. One of the humanoids with deteriorating standard issue Chat Nation armor fires a flare up into the sky.

"Sheshari!" says the shooter.

The other humanoids cloak themselves and move behind nearby vehicles.

"Tei-sun Yugaha." says the shooter.

"I'm not here to speak with a Shabaan. I'm here to deliver something," says the reptomammal.

"So impudent, considering that you represent an organization that essentially leads your species," replies the shooter.