PROLOGUE
Talen District, Kyralos, Outer Federation Space. The decadent skyscrapers attempt furiously to avoid the wretched, impenetrable mass of jungle that forms the planet's infamous undergrowth. One hot sun is seen guarding its realm in solitary orbit. The planet as a whole as infamous as hell itself among the common folk of the inner rim. Now, on a sweltering midsummer evening a pale light shines above Talen. The apparent comet grows closer and closer until it can be distinguished as not only a man-made structure but the burning hull of a small, five or seven man starship plummeting to the central plaza of the district bustling with roguish villainy and corruption.
Shards of glass reflect the pale orange glow of the planet's large sun as the ship hurdles it's way through the corner of a massive atrocity to nature known as the Turan-Kelogg Estate Building. The craft itself now erupting into shards of flying metal which rain violently over the city. Citizens flee to cover to avoid the falling shrapnel and flaming debris. Through the dark gray smoke of the failed spacecraft another ship can be seen; a gunship painted red with a long hull and pointed nose with a wide cockpit to accommodate three men. The ship flies low to the ground, sweeping up dust and knocking over the large marble statue of the District's founder in the process. It circles up and patrols the plaza, jshouting through a loudspeaker.
"Find Them," a booming voice resonated, "find them for your father and mine!" the ship circles and a door opens on the starboard side revealing a cluster of armed soldiers on the inside. "Find them now!" the men begin to repel into the streets.
Daniel Krayt
The ship became more and more difficult to steer after the third blast connected to the engine of the Surreg Clan Armada fighter that Amorax Corporation had supplied to Daniel Krayt. He tried in vain to steer the ship into a more subtle region only to find that he had lost any control that remained in the cockpit. Time to abandon shipj, he thought, letting go of the controls and standing from his chair. He grasped the strap of a tactical parachute slung on the back of the pilots chair as he passed by and buckled it on carefully trying not to pull the release throughout the turbulent fall that he found himself in. Next to the parachute was the girl, Muru, in her HEV container, a foot and a half tall semicircle container which was designed by Amorax to keep Muru safe from foreign pathogens. Daniel looked on the other side of the chair and grabbed his helmet, a silvery scratched up mask with dents and other battle scars.
"I hope this works." he mumbles to himself, placing the helmet on his head and grabbing the tank.
As the ship delve to a deeper nose dive Daniel put his feet on the back of the pilots chair and gripped the tank tightly, then kicked the release to the rear door of the long, single room spacecraft. He activated the release on his parachute and ejected the transparent material into the sky, it flew through the rear of the ship and caught air, guiding krayt out into the dark jungle air above Talen. He could only look on as the craft erupted into pieces. He saw no trace of the gunship on his descent but as he landed on the lower plaza after the shrapnel and glass had all mostly fallen he spotted it circling. The colors were undeniably Masero Industries. Daniel had been given a job nearly a year prior by company executives to assault a remote development facility on Thenmar in the outer rim where Krayt was forced to kill a high ranking executive of the company. Now they had managed to track him, with an interest in Muru perhaps. Surely shouting find them, find them meant they knew Krayt was not alone. The soldiers repelled into the now frantic streets with guns in hand and shoved their way through the dispersing crowds of people.
"There he is!" one of the soldiers shouts, and gunfire erupts through the streets. Daniel retreats, several rounds clipping his armor, through the ground level back alleys created by the towering giants that are the skyscrapers of Kyralos. "Go get him!" he heard as he disappeared into the shadows of the buildings. It seemed as though the alleys became a maze where forward and backward didnt exist and from some direction came a voice giving order to men to find and kill him. When he finally emerged some time later, out of breath and sore from the projectile contacts, he found himself in the other side of the District entirely, where the buildings began to fall victim to the ravenous jungle. The more forgotten region where no man observes the goings on.
Talen District, Kyralos, Outer Federation Space. The decadent skyscrapers attempt furiously to avoid the wretched, impenetrable mass of jungle that forms the planet's infamous undergrowth. One hot sun is seen guarding its realm in solitary orbit. The planet as a whole as infamous as hell itself among the common folk of the inner rim. Now, on a sweltering midsummer evening a pale light shines above Talen. The apparent comet grows closer and closer until it can be distinguished as not only a man-made structure but the burning hull of a small, five or seven man starship plummeting to the central plaza of the district bustling with roguish villainy and corruption.
Shards of glass reflect the pale orange glow of the planet's large sun as the ship hurdles it's way through the corner of a massive atrocity to nature known as the Turan-Kelogg Estate Building. The craft itself now erupting into shards of flying metal which rain violently over the city. Citizens flee to cover to avoid the falling shrapnel and flaming debris. Through the dark gray smoke of the failed spacecraft another ship can be seen; a gunship painted red with a long hull and pointed nose with a wide cockpit to accommodate three men. The ship flies low to the ground, sweeping up dust and knocking over the large marble statue of the District's founder in the process. It circles up and patrols the plaza, jshouting through a loudspeaker.
"Find Them," a booming voice resonated, "find them for your father and mine!" the ship circles and a door opens on the starboard side revealing a cluster of armed soldiers on the inside. "Find them now!" the men begin to repel into the streets.
Daniel Krayt
The ship became more and more difficult to steer after the third blast connected to the engine of the Surreg Clan Armada fighter that Amorax Corporation had supplied to Daniel Krayt. He tried in vain to steer the ship into a more subtle region only to find that he had lost any control that remained in the cockpit. Time to abandon shipj, he thought, letting go of the controls and standing from his chair. He grasped the strap of a tactical parachute slung on the back of the pilots chair as he passed by and buckled it on carefully trying not to pull the release throughout the turbulent fall that he found himself in. Next to the parachute was the girl, Muru, in her HEV container, a foot and a half tall semicircle container which was designed by Amorax to keep Muru safe from foreign pathogens. Daniel looked on the other side of the chair and grabbed his helmet, a silvery scratched up mask with dents and other battle scars.
"I hope this works." he mumbles to himself, placing the helmet on his head and grabbing the tank.
As the ship delve to a deeper nose dive Daniel put his feet on the back of the pilots chair and gripped the tank tightly, then kicked the release to the rear door of the long, single room spacecraft. He activated the release on his parachute and ejected the transparent material into the sky, it flew through the rear of the ship and caught air, guiding krayt out into the dark jungle air above Talen. He could only look on as the craft erupted into pieces. He saw no trace of the gunship on his descent but as he landed on the lower plaza after the shrapnel and glass had all mostly fallen he spotted it circling. The colors were undeniably Masero Industries. Daniel had been given a job nearly a year prior by company executives to assault a remote development facility on Thenmar in the outer rim where Krayt was forced to kill a high ranking executive of the company. Now they had managed to track him, with an interest in Muru perhaps. Surely shouting find them, find them meant they knew Krayt was not alone. The soldiers repelled into the now frantic streets with guns in hand and shoved their way through the dispersing crowds of people.
"There he is!" one of the soldiers shouts, and gunfire erupts through the streets. Daniel retreats, several rounds clipping his armor, through the ground level back alleys created by the towering giants that are the skyscrapers of Kyralos. "Go get him!" he heard as he disappeared into the shadows of the buildings. It seemed as though the alleys became a maze where forward and backward didnt exist and from some direction came a voice giving order to men to find and kill him. When he finally emerged some time later, out of breath and sore from the projectile contacts, he found himself in the other side of the District entirely, where the buildings began to fall victim to the ravenous jungle. The more forgotten region where no man observes the goings on.
