Chinatsu was worried that her new memplants would block her from remembering her past. She thought back several decades ago when she was young and lived in a city surrounded entirely by trees and active wild life. There was such a stark contrast to where she had come from and what she was in present. The feeling was overwhelming, like a tsunami. . .she didn’t even know what that was until recently, or that there were large bodies of waters which could create such a situation. She retrospected on life back in Rodaycia, where she grew well into adulthood.
She tried to think as far back as she could and rediscovered something told from her Father, in an expression that was indicated by some discouragement towards Chinatsu’s ‘boyish’ interests was that she could be a Batyr if she wanted to, which was in this context facetious, and unreasonable-- and a cause of laughter from the sentiment. As time went by and emergency situations unfolded, she found herself increasingly interested in pursuing a career in the Lancers, an elite guard troop that patrolled the walls to protect the city and operate to fight back the forest.
Apparently those skills are transferable outside of Rodaycia and it wasn’t long before a talent scout of sorts indoctrinated her into her new culture in the wastes. She received a gift of a memplant and also has a veteran mercenary in her retinue, who is at present driving towards a store named Hard Sterling, a sort of military surplus. She had mentioned before that they would have some interest in her lance, which had several configurations to project heat in different ways. Still having time before arriving, Chinatsu took one last gleam to the past;
Rodaycia, despite the vegetation and abundance of life, was a wasteland in it’s own way. She had remembered seeing the blood on the empty streets wash away and while many wished to think her absence would be unrecognized her actions were pervasive to that narrative. There was eventually a narrative surrounding her marital status which brought enormous uproar congruent to a state of emergency, which she contributed much to a resolution. Despite being baffled they begrudgingly allowed her to continue her occupation, in which she was too important to be forgotten.
The consequence was a campaign from the community with expectations she would become a child bearer, as she was an officer and in a sense a part of nobility in that way. As her father had passed away at this point, the discretion had been levied on her brother, who had been overwhelmed by many impatient men of different walks of life. They decided to move to underground in the Kuyunderin district. The Lancers took a hands-off approach and allowed her to investigate things pertinent to the organization, feeling confident that they wouldn’t need her guarding the walls - and instead acted more like an Oniwabanshu.
It wasn’t long before they parked their vehicle and they wandered through the streets. Chinatsu, who felt already exhausted by the culture shock, found she was holding her friends hand and smiled. The object of their pursuit came closer, it was at the end of the market next to a smoke shop that bravely brandished the sign Hard Sterling Mercenary Equipment. As the two entered and began to browse they were approached by the salesman. Chinatsu’s cream white uniform has seen better days, so they began doing adjustments and began to facilitate which products would be appropriate.
Kandy, the veteran mercenary who is to initiate Chinatsu to their chapter, scouted around and began pulling products to put at her friends feet. It wasn’t long before she was asked to have her lance inspected, since it was an oddity, and Chinatsu went ahead and began explaining its functions once given the appropriate space she began to cycle through the different less dangerous modes -- for instance a flashlight and laser, which when concentrated enough could easy burn paper and light a remarkable amount of space. The other end of her lance she had to explain, as it was not an appropriate setting to go through the more dangerous modulations, but she explained it in sufficient detail to help get the idea across.
At her feet was several products, and as things were settling down, the salesman began his pitch to help his new customer; “Well, we are running a special-- it’s a stripped down HS-BA Full, so you get a lot of the fireproofing as well as the NBC ablative, but we’ve . . .” He looked down at the products and picked up the shoe box, “And instead of the usual shoes, we’ll substitute them for these. . .They’re called the Urbanite 8” Spectres. . .It has a thin rubber shell on the bottom that helps you feel the ground a bit better, and they won’t make a sound if you’re sneaking around.” then he picked up a pair of gloves that Kandy had retrieved, “And these, I would sub these out since they are a bit more fireproof and I think better for you than what they usually come with, they’re called Ormani Kevlar Gloves, it has exceptional grip and can take up to 800 degrees of heat. . .”
They moved on to a new section of the store which presented many more weapons than equipment and Kandy inquired towards Chinatsu about her experience with firearms, to which she responded she had a ‘working knowledge’ but no formal training or familiarity with it’s usage. “Couldn’t hurt to get you something just in-case. What do you use if you don’t have your lance?” Chinatsu pulled a rather large kukri from a sheath down her leg, which she put on the counter for the salesman to inspect, as well as a retractable baton. Kandy got the bright idea, “Do you happen to have a KonKon U2?” and in just a few swift movements the salesman brought out a very small revolver looking gun. Chinatsu inspected it with scrutiny and decided it was very lightweight and, despite it being out of her comfort zone, she was in a new place and it may require new solutions.
Once she came out of the dressing room Kandy gave a small applause to the transformation from the member of an elite fascist forest regime to the contemporary Conglomerate mercenary. From the top of her head she had acquired visors which allow her to access information, whether they are about things in her visage or about the suits various sensors that tracked her biological functions, with an accompanying earpiece that allowed her to communicate from a distance. Her suit was sort of baggy, but as she was being guided in the installation phase by her visor her baggy outfit tightened to her skin. She noted the flexible ceramic plates which were typically on joints, but were more or less spread out the rest of the body and especially the torso. She also began to feel the suit cool down her body temperature and bringing up her body temperature on her visor confirmed that she was returning to homeostasis.
“Now that suit has seen better days, but it should still work fine. If you find any other Hard Sterling equipment, come on bring it back and we will discount your purchase.” Chinatsu snapped her attention to Kandy, who had spontaneously remembered her trunk was full of collected equipment from their detour shenanigans from before. She smiled and excused herself, before returning with a large sack of several gloves, boots, oddities, etc of all kind and conditions. The salesman evaluated the worth of it all and applied the discount to their purchases and all in all things felt right, which helped ease the anxiety of Chinatsu’s rebirth in identity.
Chinatsu remarked on the armed guards who always watched carefully. It was a sentiment she was familiar with, despite this being a new place to her. She was naive and genuinely gullible at times because of the absurdity of her present reality. She folded her former uniform up and put it away. The two left smiling and took a moment to be in the present now that things were fresh and new. For Kandy, a seasoned veteran, she felt like Hard Sterling was a home to her. She looked to her friend and proclaimed
She tried to think as far back as she could and rediscovered something told from her Father, in an expression that was indicated by some discouragement towards Chinatsu’s ‘boyish’ interests was that she could be a Batyr if she wanted to, which was in this context facetious, and unreasonable-- and a cause of laughter from the sentiment. As time went by and emergency situations unfolded, she found herself increasingly interested in pursuing a career in the Lancers, an elite guard troop that patrolled the walls to protect the city and operate to fight back the forest.
Apparently those skills are transferable outside of Rodaycia and it wasn’t long before a talent scout of sorts indoctrinated her into her new culture in the wastes. She received a gift of a memplant and also has a veteran mercenary in her retinue, who is at present driving towards a store named Hard Sterling, a sort of military surplus. She had mentioned before that they would have some interest in her lance, which had several configurations to project heat in different ways. Still having time before arriving, Chinatsu took one last gleam to the past;
Rodaycia, despite the vegetation and abundance of life, was a wasteland in it’s own way. She had remembered seeing the blood on the empty streets wash away and while many wished to think her absence would be unrecognized her actions were pervasive to that narrative. There was eventually a narrative surrounding her marital status which brought enormous uproar congruent to a state of emergency, which she contributed much to a resolution. Despite being baffled they begrudgingly allowed her to continue her occupation, in which she was too important to be forgotten.
The consequence was a campaign from the community with expectations she would become a child bearer, as she was an officer and in a sense a part of nobility in that way. As her father had passed away at this point, the discretion had been levied on her brother, who had been overwhelmed by many impatient men of different walks of life. They decided to move to underground in the Kuyunderin district. The Lancers took a hands-off approach and allowed her to investigate things pertinent to the organization, feeling confident that they wouldn’t need her guarding the walls - and instead acted more like an Oniwabanshu.
It wasn’t long before they parked their vehicle and they wandered through the streets. Chinatsu, who felt already exhausted by the culture shock, found she was holding her friends hand and smiled. The object of their pursuit came closer, it was at the end of the market next to a smoke shop that bravely brandished the sign Hard Sterling Mercenary Equipment. As the two entered and began to browse they were approached by the salesman. Chinatsu’s cream white uniform has seen better days, so they began doing adjustments and began to facilitate which products would be appropriate.
Kandy, the veteran mercenary who is to initiate Chinatsu to their chapter, scouted around and began pulling products to put at her friends feet. It wasn’t long before she was asked to have her lance inspected, since it was an oddity, and Chinatsu went ahead and began explaining its functions once given the appropriate space she began to cycle through the different less dangerous modes -- for instance a flashlight and laser, which when concentrated enough could easy burn paper and light a remarkable amount of space. The other end of her lance she had to explain, as it was not an appropriate setting to go through the more dangerous modulations, but she explained it in sufficient detail to help get the idea across.
At her feet was several products, and as things were settling down, the salesman began his pitch to help his new customer; “Well, we are running a special-- it’s a stripped down HS-BA Full, so you get a lot of the fireproofing as well as the NBC ablative, but we’ve . . .” He looked down at the products and picked up the shoe box, “And instead of the usual shoes, we’ll substitute them for these. . .They’re called the Urbanite 8” Spectres. . .It has a thin rubber shell on the bottom that helps you feel the ground a bit better, and they won’t make a sound if you’re sneaking around.” then he picked up a pair of gloves that Kandy had retrieved, “And these, I would sub these out since they are a bit more fireproof and I think better for you than what they usually come with, they’re called Ormani Kevlar Gloves, it has exceptional grip and can take up to 800 degrees of heat. . .”
They moved on to a new section of the store which presented many more weapons than equipment and Kandy inquired towards Chinatsu about her experience with firearms, to which she responded she had a ‘working knowledge’ but no formal training or familiarity with it’s usage. “Couldn’t hurt to get you something just in-case. What do you use if you don’t have your lance?” Chinatsu pulled a rather large kukri from a sheath down her leg, which she put on the counter for the salesman to inspect, as well as a retractable baton. Kandy got the bright idea, “Do you happen to have a KonKon U2?” and in just a few swift movements the salesman brought out a very small revolver looking gun. Chinatsu inspected it with scrutiny and decided it was very lightweight and, despite it being out of her comfort zone, she was in a new place and it may require new solutions.
Once she came out of the dressing room Kandy gave a small applause to the transformation from the member of an elite fascist forest regime to the contemporary Conglomerate mercenary. From the top of her head she had acquired visors which allow her to access information, whether they are about things in her visage or about the suits various sensors that tracked her biological functions, with an accompanying earpiece that allowed her to communicate from a distance. Her suit was sort of baggy, but as she was being guided in the installation phase by her visor her baggy outfit tightened to her skin. She noted the flexible ceramic plates which were typically on joints, but were more or less spread out the rest of the body and especially the torso. She also began to feel the suit cool down her body temperature and bringing up her body temperature on her visor confirmed that she was returning to homeostasis.
“Now that suit has seen better days, but it should still work fine. If you find any other Hard Sterling equipment, come on bring it back and we will discount your purchase.” Chinatsu snapped her attention to Kandy, who had spontaneously remembered her trunk was full of collected equipment from their detour shenanigans from before. She smiled and excused herself, before returning with a large sack of several gloves, boots, oddities, etc of all kind and conditions. The salesman evaluated the worth of it all and applied the discount to their purchases and all in all things felt right, which helped ease the anxiety of Chinatsu’s rebirth in identity.
Chinatsu remarked on the armed guards who always watched carefully. It was a sentiment she was familiar with, despite this being a new place to her. She was naive and genuinely gullible at times because of the absurdity of her present reality. She folded her former uniform up and put it away. The two left smiling and took a moment to be in the present now that things were fresh and new. For Kandy, a seasoned veteran, she felt like Hard Sterling was a home to her. She looked to her friend and proclaimed
“Now we’re ready to work!”
